Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 173 The Era Has Changed

Chapter 173: Chapter 173 The Era Has Changed

The young man with elegantly dyed green hair tips was visibly stunned when he heard Yang Fan’s sincere words.

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly changed how he addressed Yang Fan, asking quietly, "Bro, by ’use her for a bit’... you mean that, right? Really giving one thousand yuan?"

Yang Fan was dumbfounded again.

This little brat actually seemed ready to agree.

Yang Fan kept a straight face, nodded, and said, "Really giving."

"Well, then, how about this, bro, let me discuss it with Zhaodi first. She might not agree," the young man’s face now bore a fawning smile, suddenly transforming from a fierce thug blocking the road to a groveling lackey.

All because of one thousand yuan.

Yang Fan suddenly felt like he no longer understood their world.

Back in his school days, holding hands and kissing was enough to believe it was a commitment for life, eternal love.

But just a few years had passed, and had the world changed this quickly?

One thousand yuan could buy a share in their love now?

It was downright absurd.

"Go ask," Yang Fan said.

"Okay!" The Ghostly Fire Youth bent at the waist, taking quick, short steps as he ran over, then quickly turned back, his mouth wearing a fawning smile as he placed Yang Fan’s car keys on the car. "Bro, your car keys."

Yang Fan nodded indifferently.

After returning the keys, the Ghostly Fire Youth hurried over to Wang Zhaodi, the two whispering and seemingly arguing about something. But Yang Fan was too far to clearly make out what they were really saying.

After a short discussion, Wang Zhaodi came over by herself, leaving the Ghostly Fire Youth behind. He followed her a few steps and then said to Yang Fan, "Bro, hand the money to her, and I’ll keep watch for you, ensuring that no one disturbs you."

Yang Fan was stunned; they were actually agreeing to it.

Now the problem was passed on to Yang Fan.

"You really giving one thousand yuan?" Wang Zhaodi walked over and naturally sat on Yang Fan’s car.

"Giving," Yang Fan nodded and said, "But after I give it, I’ll beat you half to death first, then do the same to your little boyfriend, and after that, I’ll call the cops and accuse you of armed robbery. If all goes as expected, you both will get at least a three-year prison term, that’s the shortest sentence. This incident will also mark a peculiar start to your lives."

Yang Fan initially intended to give Wang Zhaodi a piece of advice out of respect for Uncle Wang, but it was as if her ears were stuffed with donkey fur, not listening to a single word and instead showing impatience. "Bro, if you’re going to do it, then do it, stop trying to scare us."

Yang Fan instantly was filled with frustration.

Impervious to reason and advice, this girl was likely truly lost.

"You think I’m trying to scare you?" Yang Fan said with a cold laugh, "But I think you should be begging me right now."

"Fine, I’ll beg you, brother, just get on with it. People often pass by on this mountain, so don’t waste time," Wang Zhaodi said as she started taking off her pants, her straightforwardness akin to a prostitute’s.

An eighteen-year-old face with the manners of a thirty-eight-year-old.

Yang Fan didn’t want to say anything more; this was no ordinary rebellion, and talking was useless.

He wasn’t Uncle Wang, and he had no duty to discipline his daughter. These few words he had said were already giving enough face.

While Yang Fan was just slightly losing focus, Wang Zhaodi had already slipped off her pants and was looking at Yang Fan with a matter-of-fact expression, "Well, are you coming or not, bro? Even if we don’t go through with it, you still have to give the money, you know!"

"How am I supposed to do that in such a cramped space in the car? Let’s go to the woods," Yang Fan said.

"Then why didn’t you say so earlier!" Wang Zhaodi grabbed her pants and shoes and hopped into the forest beside them first.

Yang Fan didn’t follow her into the woods, instead, he walked along the path the Ghostly Fire Youth had just left, carrying a wrench in his hand.

Doing something to Wang Zhaodi in this way felt awkward to him.

He was not a ravenous wolf that would eat anything in sight; he liked novelty, but he still had some reason left in him.

That little brat deserves a good beating.

He dared to block his path with a knife in hand, the young man probably didn’t realize how unpredictable life could be.

When Yang Fan approached, the Ghostly Fire Youth stood on the hillside to the left of the road, holding a pig-killing knife and a cigarette slanted in his mouth, looking around vigilantly.

He really took his role as a lookout seriously, watching with extra care.

Yang Fan walked over and offered a cigarette to the youth.

"Bro, you... you’re done that quick?" The youth took the cigarette with a mix of terror and surprise, and asked.

Yang Fan didn’t respond. Instead, he snatched the pig-killing knife from the youth’s hand, "Where did you get this thing from?"

"Bro, I spent thirty yuan to get it from a classmate whose family raises pigs. They say this thing has a huge murderous aura, capable of vanquishing gods and buddhas, and it can ward off evil if placed at home," the Ghostly Fire Youth boasted with a smug face.

Yang Fan nodded, then suddenly backhanded the Ghostly Fire Youth across his face, "You two just did it and didn’t wash up, did you?"

"Ah?!" The Ghostly Fire Youth was stunned. Holding his burning cheek, he stammered, "Seems, seems like it."

"You expect me to continue without you washing up first?" Yang Fan swung his palm-like fan and slapped him hard, simultaneously lifting his leg and kicking the youth to the ground.

"Bro, just let her wash up, and it’ll be fine. Why are you beating people?" the Ghostly Fire Youth whined, clutching his cheek.

Yang Fan’s hand was too powerful; two slaps left his head buzzing, blood trickling from his nose, and he no longer had the courage to resist.

"You ruined my mood. You got that?" Yang Fan said coldly, pressing the pig-killing knife against the Ghostly Fire Youth’s neck, "Have you ever used this thing?"

"No, no..." The youth’s face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembling with nervousness.

He felt mighty with the knife in hand, but with it against his throat, he nearly peed himself.

"If you haven’t, why the hell do you carry this thing around? For decoration?" Yang Fan gave him another heavy slap.

The impact of this slap visibly swollen the youth’s face and the purplish bruise of a handprint was clearly visible.

"Bro, stop, stop hitting me, I’ll go tell her to wash up right away," the Ghostly Fire Youth cried, holding his head.

Just at that moment, Wang Zhaodi emerged from the bushes.

Seeing Yang Fan beating the Ghostly Fire Youth, her expression turned ferocious in an instant, "What, what are you doing?"

"Didn’t I tell you before? I’d beat you half to death and then beat him half to death. I’ve decided to switch up the order: beat him up first, then handle you, so this kid won’t be in the way," Yang Fan mocked, positioning the pig-killing knife against the Ghostly Fire Youth’s chest as he sat on him, "In the end, I’ll report you both for armed robbery. At eighteen, you’re old enough for jail time, young lads and ladies."

"Zhaodi, go, go wash up quickly. The big brother says you didn’t wash, hurry, or else I’m really gonna get beaten to death," the Ghostly Fire Youth shouted urgently.

Wang Zhaodi’s face flushed furiously, "Wash what? I just realized, you... did it there, no wonder it hurt so much. He’s just looking for trouble. Weren’t you acting tough? Get up and hit him back!"