Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 241 Double Fortune Arrives

Chapter 241: Chapter 241 Double Fortune Arrives

Old Zhou meticulously checked the accounts with Yang Fan.

Adding the truckload outside that hadn’t been weighed yet, Yang Fan had brought a total of 5,700 jin to Old Zhou today.

He earned three yuan per jin, making seventeen thousand yuan.

Plus the truck he delivered yesterday that hadn’t been settled, Yang Fan’s total earnings for today were twenty one thousand.

The past couple of days seemed to be a windfall for Yang Fan.

With Diwu Ming acting as the wealth-giving boy delivering fifty thousand, followed by Pan Xiaoxia’s gifts of both money and favors totaling one hundred thousand yuan.

Adding these legitimate earnings, his income for the past two days had exceeded his income from the past two years.

However, Yang Fan intended to return Pan Xiaoxia’s money.

After all, she had already been sent away; it wouldn’t be right to take her money.

Moreover, not returning the money might make it difficult to see her again in the future.

Such a mature and seductive peach, having only been enjoyed a few times, was not enough to satisfy Yang Fan.

But even without Pan Xiaoxia’s one hundred thousand yuan, Yang Fan’s income for these two days was still quite astonishing.

Over seventy thousand yuan was indeed a lot for him.

After deducting the advanced payment of five hundred thousand and adding the payment for the truckload delivered by Yang Fan yesterday, Old Zhou rounded it up and gave Yang Fan an additional forty thousand, concluding their transaction.

"Fanzi, from now on it’ll be like this," Old Zhou said seriously as he handed Yang Fan a cigarette, "I suggest you open a procurement shop in your town. I won’t take a cut of the herbs needed by our esteemed client—we can earn that together. For other herbs and things like tea, I’ll take a profit of fifty cents per kilogram. What do you think about that?"

"A fifty-cent profit margin, consider it a brother taking a slight advantage of you, to maintain my identity as a procurer," Old Zhou added.

Since the beginning of the year, Old Zhou had been charging Yang Fan one to two yuan per kilogram in normal dealings.

Yang Fan’s strategy focused on small profit but high turnover, and Old Zhou treated Yang Fan in a similar manner.

Yang Fan usually delivered his goods once a day, a frequency of delivery very rare for those who gathered wild products from the mountains.

"Take one yuan, fifty cents just sounds awkward to me," said Yang Fan.

"Just fifty cents. I have more money than you, brother. When you make it big, I might even need your help," Old Zhou said with a smile, revealing his tobacco-stained teeth like a chrysanthemum blooming for dozens of years.

But Yang Fan was somewhat moved.

Although they often cursed at each other, Old Zhou truly was a mentor to him in this business, providing a lot of care.

"Depend on your help? I wouldn’t count on it. I don’t even dare to dream such a daydream. But since you said it that way, I won’t be polite," Yang Fan said. "I’ll look into the shop situation in the next few days, scout out a location first."

Yang Fan considered Old Zhou’s suggestion very solid, and decided to go through with it.

Wandering the streets long-term wasn’t ideal, and now there was an opportunity at hand.

"That settles it," Old Zhou declared. "Listen to your brother, you won’t lose out. You already have enough savings; there’s no need to waste any more time wandering the streets. Come on, give me a hand, let’s keep an eye on them loading the truck."

Yang Fan nodded in agreement.

He made sure the weigh-in for the truckload he had just delivered was correct in Old Zhou’s view and then together with Zhao Wu, they helped Old Zhou load the ten thousand jin of Codonopsis onto the truck.

After that, Yang Fan paid Zhao Wu for his transportation services and left the market with Pan Xiaoxia.

Old Zhou also set out with them, but that guy hailed a taxi and went straight for Han Palace.

The night was destined to be explosive.

Having secured such a large order, Old Zhou was almost mad with excitement.

Yang Fan was also very excited, but he restrained himself.

At some point, he didn’t quite know when, his life had suddenly started to look up.

Probably... it seemed to happen after that one time with Wu Xuelan.

He had become a man, and he was earning money faster, while women gradually became more numerous around him.

It was as if both financial luck and romantic fortune had descended upon him at that moment.

"Where are you off to, you little rascal?"

On the bright, lamp-lit street, Pan Xiaoxia’s captivating almond-shaped eyes glistened with affection as she looked sideways at Yang Fan.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to grab some late-night food?" Yang Fan asked.

"No need, I’m so full I’m worried you’ll push it all out, with that thing of yours that’s both sturdy and long," Pan Xiaoxia muttered.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but burst out laughing, "Then let’s just find a place to sleep."

"Mhm, but make sure you understand that tonight I’m the one who will sleep with you, not you with me," Pan Xiaoxia said, her face serious, "Tonight, I want to be on top the whole time, to give you a taste of what it’s like to be dominated."

"Sure," Yang Fan laughed, unable to stop himself.

She was making things so much easier for him by setting the stage.

In the midst of looking for a hotel, Yang Fan also took the time to call his sister-in-law and Little Mother.

He hadn’t been home in two nights, and he’d definitely be in trouble if he didn’t give a proper explanation.

His sister-in-law was easy to talk to, but Little Mother could definitely give him a piece of her mind.

After hearing about Yang Fan’s busy past two days, his sister-in-law was happy, and Little Mother, uncharacteristically, praised him, even saying that as a man, he didn’t need to report back home all the time. As long as he was busy with legitimate work, it was fine.

Little Mother might say these words, but Yang Fan didn’t dare believe a single one.

Believing Little Mother would be the death of him early.

Seeing Yang Fan put away his phone, Pan Xiaoxia gave him a sidelong glance and said teasingly with a laugh, "Can you imagine what your Little Mother’s face would be like if she knew you were out there dominating someone else’s wife? Is there a chance she might break your ’three legs’?"

"Definitely!" Yang Fan replied confidently, "But I am willing."

"Willing my ass, what am I supposed to do if she breaks it?" Pan Xiaoxia suddenly exclaimed with widened eyes.

But before her anger could rise, she started laughing at herself.

Her sparkling, twinkling eyes suddenly made the stars above lose their luster.

This woman was truly like an aged wine that had reached the pinnacle of its flavor.

Even before the jug was opened, just the fragrance that it exuded was enough to leave one intoxicated.

That delicate face and the curve of her crescent-shaped eyes framed her every smile and frown, which carried a magnetic charm that set hearts racing.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her slender waist, his palm resting on her bouncy buttocks.

A gentle squeeze resulted in an astonishing bounce back.

"Stop moving around!" Pan Xiaoxia said with a laugh, but with a serious face, "Starting now, unless I permit it, you’ll have to pay every time you touch me."

"Then allow it now," Yang Fan said with a smile.

"I don’t allow it. Take your hand away!" Pan Xiaoxia exclaimed.

"Then let’s do it your way. Charge me whatever you want," Yang Fan said as his palm, drawing circles, squeezed the pert buttocks twice before moving in between the two rounded cheeks, rubbing them through her clothing.

"Two hundred for a touch!" Pan Xiaoxia’s eyebrows arched up.

"Alright, if I want to do whatever I like and you comply with everything, what would that cost?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.