Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 170: Agreement and Collection of Medicine

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Agreement and Collection of Medicine

Zhu Shanshan clamped her legs together tightly and hurriedly straightened her clothes.

She was afraid that Yang Fan would notice something unusual and then suggest wanting to tussle with her.

Underneath her bright yellow mermaid skirt, her thighs were already soaked.

Yang Fan’s teasing and kneading earlier had seemed to open up her sensitive spot, and the flow simply wouldn’t cease.

"Let’s hurry up and eat, you... you mustn’t have had enough, right?" Zhu Shanshan said with her eyes and brows flushed with embarrassment, feigning composure.

Yang Fan looked at her endearing appearance and deliberately teased, "That’s right, I haven’t had my fill, and I’m even hungrier now."

Zhu Shanshan picked up a piece of beef and put it in Yang Fan’s bowl, smiling unnaturally, "Then eat up quickly."

"But what I want to eat isn’t rice. Rice can fill my stomach, but it can’t satisfy my body. I want to eat something else," Yang Fan said, "Such a tempting morsel right before my lips, yet I can’t get it into my mouth, it’s making me itch inside."

Zhu Shanshan rolled her eyes with a mix of shyness and reproach, "Stop it, if you keep talking like this, I might change my mind!"

"Alright, alright, I won’t say anymore; I’ll forcibly hold back. Ah, poor me," Yang Fan said with laughter.

Zhu Shanshan pouted her mouth and scolded with annoyance, "Just hold it in, or you might lose your chance to have any meat."

"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll just eat the meat in my bowl, okay?" Yang Fan laughed.

After what had just transpired, Zhu Shanshan clearly wasn’t in the mood to eat, and seeing that it was almost 1 PM, Yang Fan was also eager to collect his goods, so the two had a quick, half-hearted meal before descending the stairs.

The female proprietor, who resembled a refined lady of ancient times, was tallying the accounts at the bar, with brows and eyes like a work of art.

Indeed, birds of a feather flock together; a beauty’s friends are often beauties themselves.

If Zhu Shanshan were a seductively graceful peony, then this female proprietor would be a quietly gentle, subtly fragrant daffodil. Each had their own charm, but both were irresistibly captivating, making one’s gaze linger and heart flutter.

The rate of people turning their heads to look at the two women walking down the street must have been one hundred percent.

Yang Fan squeezed between the men who were settling their accounts at the bar, ready to call for his bill, but was pulled away by Zhu Shanshan, "Let’s go. You don’t have to bother; I eat here often and usually settle everything at the end of the month."

"I’m treating you to this meal today," Yang Fan insisted.

She had given him such a big break and even offered herself. It was only natural for him to treat her to a meal.

"Let’s go, let’s go." Zhu Shanshan forcibly pulled Yang Fan away from the bar, muttering softly, "When it comes to taking advantage, you’re all man, but why are you acting like a girl about this, being all coy?"

"Are you really keen on shoving this meal onto me?" Yang Fan said, somewhat bemused.

Zhu Shanshan lifted her eyebrows with pride, "If you’re willing, I could feed you a few more bites."

"I have pretty strong teeth; soft food may not suit me," Yang Fan smiled, "Unless it’s that thing with a little pink nub; I don’t really like eating other things soft."

Zhu Shanshan blushed with annoyance and gave Yang Fan a light shove, scolding, "You’re awful; there’s so many people here, don’t talk nonsense."

Yang Fan couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The sight of a woman blushing is definitely the most beautiful.

As they stepped out of the restaurant, Zhu Shanshan, looking like a thief with a guilty conscience, sneaked a glance at her shop across the street and said to Yang Fan, "Fanzi, I know you’re in a hurry, so I won’t keep you. Go take care of your goods. As for the other matters... we can talk about them later. I won’t go back on my word."

Yang Fan naturally knew that Zhu Shanshan would keep her word, but it would depend on the circumstances.

After all, she had secretly drugged him, and now that they had opened up to one another, how could Zhu Shanshan possibly give up?

Based on her past actions, she should be even more invested in this than Yang Fan.

"Well, let’s settle it then, sister-in-law. If you stand me up, I will be heartbroken," Yang Fan went along with the playful threat.

Zhu Shanshan had a faint shyness in her eyes as she lightly scolded, "Hurry on now."

Yang Fan smiled and nodded, not lingering any longer. He crossed the bustling street and mounted his three-wheeler in a corner of the market.

The afternoon sun was blistering hot, standing casually under it felt like being roasted.

Days were leisurely for those with jobs, at this time most would be napping at home, nobody would want to go out and endure this torment.

But Yang Fan couldn’t afford to be idle.

Especially not today.

After preparing several large bottles of chilled drinks and placing them in his carriage, Yang Fan hurriedly made his way to the third village on his list for the day, Caoji Village.

In the vicinity of Taicang Mountain, Caoji Village could be considered a major producer of medicinal herbs, with many farming households cultivating them.

Fu Xuebing learned his herb-farming skills in this village.

However, that fool was not diligent in his learning. Despite spending a lot of money, he only became a half-baked practitioner.

Caoji Village was even more rural than Shicheng Village, with high mountains and dense forests, the roads rocky and uneven.

The terrain of more mountains than plains doomed the prospects of grain farming, so the locals had to think of other ways to make a living, using the mountain for sustenance.

Yang Fan also dealt with several households in the village fairly often. After entering the village, he headed straight for his destination.

After winding through the streets for a few minutes, Yang Fan arrived at the first familiar household.

Underneath a large walnut tree, an ostensibly definitive fence gate was left ajar.

Standing on tiptoes, Yang Fan glanced over and called out loudly, "Uncle Wang, are you home?"

No one responded, only the small dog within the walls barked chaotically.

Seeing the main gate was open, and assuming someone must be home, Yang Fan walked straight in.

Although there was a dog in the house, the little dog that was only slightly bigger than a cat posed no threat and was also tied up.

After giving the little dog some semblance of respect by making a slight detour, Yang Fan entered through the main gate.

Yang Fan had collected herbs from this household seven or eight times, but he didn’t know much about the specific situation. He only knew that the family’s surname was Wang and that they had a lot of children, five girls, and one boy.

In the countryside, for a family like this one, it usually meant they were keen on having a son, the epitome of those seeking a son.

Without exception, they were typically determinedly hoping for a boy.

As soon as Yang Fan stepped through the gate, he suddenly heard a whining cry.

He quickly stepped back. Was there a death in the family?

This was a taboo he couldn’t violate.

If the family was in mourning, it would not be appropriate for him to visit.

But glancing around, he saw no funeral arrangements, all the doors to the rooms were tightly shut, and there was no sound of many people talking.

Perhaps there was another reason. Yang Fan steadied his heart and followed the sound to its source.

Just reaching the door of the north room, a girl’s voice came through crying, "What did you do; it hurts so much!"

Yang Fan was reassured, it seemed there wasn’t a death after all.

"Is anyone there?" he called out, pushing the door open as he did.