Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 172 Love of Ghostly Fire Youth

Chapter 172: Chapter 172 Love of Ghostly Fire Youth

"Uncle Wang, how old is your eldest daughter?" Yang Fan asked casually.

"She’s turned eighteen this year, indeed a grown girl now," Uncle Wang replied with a laugh.

Yang Fan nodded, she indeed looked quite mature.

Whether it was because she was exposed to such things too early or not, when peers her age had just started fiddling with bras, Wang Zhaodi had apparently already moved on to larger sizes.

Although it was just a fleeting glance earlier, Yang Fan felt she must be at least a C cup.

"Fanzi, you don’t have a partner yet, do you?" Uncle Wang suddenly glanced at Yang Fan and asked.

"Not yet."

Uncle Wang, revealing his uneven yellow and white teeth, suddenly suggested, "What do you think of my daughter? How about our two families becoming in-laws? This girl of mine doesn’t seem cut out for academics, and there’s really no hope for college. It might be better for her to marry off early."

Yang Fan was taken aback by Uncle Wang’s words and quickly waved his hands, saying, "Uncle Wang, you say you earn a fair amount, don’t ruin your daughter’s future. With someone like me, this is as good as life gets."

"What future to speak of, there are plenty of college graduates in our village, and I’ve seen quite a few who don’t seem to be doing as well as you," Uncle Wang shook his head and said, "If she could get into university, even if it meant eating chaff, I’d make sure she completes her studies. But that girl spends her days giggling over a broken smartphone, does she look like someone serious about studying? Anyway, I’ve lost hope in that regard."

"That’s... something we can talk about later," Yang Fan replied, touching his nose.

"Sure, she’s still in school anyway, I’m merely giving you a heads-up. Have a think, and if you like her, we can talk more about it," Uncle Wang said as he placed a bag of Codonopsis on the scale, "You’re an honest kid in business, and I won’t cheat you. When the time comes, a token bride price will do."

"If you don’t collect the bride price, I might consider it," Yang Fan said jokingly.

Uncle Wang gave him a sidelong glance and said, "You little brat, dreaming pretty dreams there! There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and you expect me to just give you my daughter for nothing?"

Yang Fan laughed, "You’ll also get a half a son for free, so it’s a fair deal."

"I’m not counting on you guys to support me in my old age, so I’m definitely at a loss here," Uncle Wang said, shaking his head and squinting at the scale, "Four hundred... four hundred twenty-two pounds, does that look right to you?"

And thus, the topic of son-in-law and father-in-law came to an end.

The two of them, who hadn’t taken it too seriously, immediately focused on settling the accounts.

Yang Fan took out his smartphone and did some calculations, looking distressed, he said, "Uncle Wang, with your four hundred pounds of goods, you’ve completely emptied my little treasure chest. Forty thousand and an extra seven hundred twenty-three, that’s a lot."

Uncle Wang stared with wide eyes and said gruffly, "I toil all year to earn this little bit, and you still think it’s a lot? This is my annual yield. You, with all your yelling and howling, you make this much in a month or so, don’t you?"

"Uncle Wang, I make a living by foraging in the mountains, not by robbing banks. My annual earnings can’t compare to yours; don’t always think us folks are making a dirty profit hand over fist," Yang Fan replied, shaking his head.

However, on the other hand, if he could earn like this every day, making a hundred thousand a month would seem easy.

Like today, he’s already made a clean profit of seven thousand.

But such windfalls don’t come around even once a year.

And really, it’s a gamble.

The words Yang Fan had told Uncle Wang were half true, half false, but this was indeed the truth.

The current price of Codonopsis was fluctuating around one hundred and four, but who’s to say it won’t plummet the next second.

Today’s price had soared suddenly, high price meant high risk.

After transferring the money to Uncle Wang, the two of them loaded the Codonopsis into the car together, and Yang Fan didn’t linger any longer in the village, leaving immediately, as he needed to pass the risk on to Old Zhou as soon as possible.

If he wasn’t careful with this thing, he could end up losing ten thousand yuan in a heartbeat.

It would take him one or two months to earn ten thousand, but to lose it, that would happen in the blink of an eye.

Yang Fan’s small business couldn’t withstand such losses, he needed to accumulate his initial capital steadily and reliably.

Uncle Wang’s eldest daughter, who had been pinned down on the worship table by the young man and screamed her head off, was nowhere to be seen by the time Yang Fan left, probably figuring that Yang Fan wouldn’t talk about what he saw and thus feeling justified in hiding away.

However, as soon as Yang Fan’s car had left Caoji Village, he saw Wang Zhaodi, who he had just been thinking about, at the top of the mountain.

She was nestled in the arms of the young man, the two of them riding on a small motorcycle, looking sweet and loving together.

Most conspicuous was the butcher’s knife the young man was carrying.

When he saw Yang Fan’s car coming, the youth, holding the shiny butcher’s knife, walked over.

"Hey, stop!"

The butcher’s knife gleamed, and the young man with green-tipped hair sneered, shouting arrogantly.

Yang Fan found that he had underestimated the arrogance of these young men and women.

They actually dared to block his way with a knife in hand.

Yang Fan stopped the car and looked indifferently at the youth, and asked, "What do you want?"

The youth, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, with a stride that recognized no relations, came over and tapped the butcher’s knife on the hood of Yang Fan’s car, "You can’t mention a single word about what you saw today, got it?"

"Who do you think you are? Are your little problems worth my gossip? Are you out of your mind?" Yang Fan slowly took a wrench from the toolbox on the right side and weighed it in his hand.

He was somewhat concerned that this bunch of little brats might just carelessly land him a knife wound.

The youth walked over to Yang Fan’s side and snatched the car keys out, "Let me tell you, cut the crap. Just don’t let a word out, or I’ll take your life. Don’t think I don’t know where you live, my family has a lot of clout, looking you up is easy, dealing with you is just a word, that’s the first matter."

Yang Fan didn’t stop him, just glanced at the flamboyantly decorated Ghostly Fire motorcycle.

The kids of the wealthy rarely engaged in such matters.

"Let’s hear what your second matter is," said Yang Fan, staring coldly at the youth, and asked very calmly.

"The second matter," the youth curled his lip, swinging the butcher’s knife, and said, "You saw my girl’s body, shouldn’t there be some compensation? Let me give you a way out, give me three hundred yuan, and we’ll call it even, otherwise, I’ll kill you!"

Yang Fan was stunned.

What he was asking for was really excessive.

So this is it, still pretending to have deep connections and to be wealthy? His knowledge seemed to end there.

"How about this, let’s make a deal?" Yang Fan looked at Wang Zhaodi nearby and said with a faint smile, "I’ll give you a thousand, and you lend me your girl for a while."