Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 246: Drag Her into the Water

Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Drag Her into the Water

As for Yang Fan’s plans to open a store, Zhou Wenhui and Ye Tong not only had no objections, they were very supportive.

They were also happy for Yang Fan’s progress.

The essence of the matter was simply shifting from mobile buying of mountain goods to stationery buying at a fixed location.

The real investment was the rental of the shop.

The accounts were still easy to calculate.

But once settled, Yang Fan only needed a stable source of customers, and he was likely to buy more goods every day than before.

Unless Yang Fan’s customers had gotten used to waiting for a buyer to come to their door and didn’t like moving at all.

"I’ve already talked to a few shops for you; you can go take a look this afternoon," Zhou Wenhui said while stir-frying vegetables in the pan, "It’s your first store opening, so you definitely need to make the storefront look good, and it has to seem imposing."

Yang Fan asked in surprise, "You’ve seen them already?"

"I haven’t seen them, but your mom has a lot of acquaintances in town, you know, just asked around," Zhou Wenhui said.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but frown, "Little Mother, can we stop dropping the ’little’ all the time?"

I’ve even seen what your figure looks like; without the ’little,’ it feels really awkward!

"You keep calling, I keep talking, is there a problem? Isn’t Little Mother a mother?" Zhou Wenhui snorted lightly.

Ye Tong smiled, holding back her amusement, "Fanzi, just don’t mind it. Let her say what she wants."

Yang Fan didn’t want to care either.

But without the ’little,’ he dared not glance over at Little Mother’s graceful figure, nor think about the spicy scenes he had seen before. Just thinking about it felt ridiculously uncomfortable.

"You little brat, here!" Zhou Wenhui suddenly pulled a card from her apron pocket and handed it to Yang Fan.

"This is a bit of my private savings, not much, just over thirty thousand yuan; I’ve got your rent covered," she said.

"And here’s mine, here’s mine," Ye Tong hastily took out a card and handed it over as well.

"Mine’s a bit less than Little Mother’s, twenty-four thousand, but I think it should be enough for a shop front and some simple renovations."

Yang Fan, holding the two cards that still retained warmth, felt like something intensely tugged at his heartstrings.

"Little Mother, sister-in-law, I don’t need the money, mine is enough," he said.

He handed the cards back.

"Keep it, we’re family, why the pretense?" Zhou Wenhui waved her hand.

"I really have enough, I’ve made seventy thousand just these past few days," Yang Fan said earnestly, "Plus some savings from before, that’s enough for me to start the business and manage daily expenses. If I run into trouble later, I’ll let you know then."

"You made how much these two days? Seventy thousand?!" Zhou Wenhui asked in shock.

"This time I really caught a small windfall. Codonopsis prices just sky-rocketed; Old Zhou also gave me a lift," Yang Fan said, "When I tallied up yesterday, even I was surprised."

"Then give it to me. With your wallet so thick now, it really seems like you don’t need our help anymore," Zhou Wenhui said.

Yang Fan walked over and stuffed the cards back into the pocket of Zhou Wenhui’s apron.

"Oh you fool, it didn’t go in," Zhou Wenhui complained, holding up her hands.

Out of embarrassment, Yang Fan didn’t want to put his hand inside, just sort of pushed it in from the outside, but the card had no regard for his dignity.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to stick his hand in.

As it happened, he accidentally touched the place he shouldn’t have.

The pocket on the apron is generally low, usually right around the waist, and the bottom of the pocket covered the upper part of the golden valley.

Yang Fan reached inside without warning and landed right on Little Mother’s plump golden valley.

"Where are you touching? Let go!" Zhou Wenhu slapped Yang Fan and scolded him.

Yang Fan immediately felt more wronged than Dou E, "I didn’t touch it, the pocket is just made that way..."

Ye Tong burst out laughing, "Little Mother, you can’t blame Fanzi for this, you asked him to put it there, and you know very well where that pocket is."

"Are you taking his side now? When did you two team up?" Zhou Wenhu teased.

Ye Tong suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable and muttered defensively, "I’m just telling the truth."

"Look at you, such an adult and still so thin-skinned!" Zhou Wenhu laughed.

The slyness in her eyes was cunning like a sly fox.

"Little brat, daring to touch Little Mother like that, what else might you want to do next time?" Zhou Wenhu turned her head and targeted Yang Fan again.

Yang Fan was once again at a loss for words, "Little Mother, you’re framing me unjustly."

"But you did touch her, didn’t you?" Zhou Wenhu raised an eyebrow.

Yang Fan sullenly muttered, "Little Mother, this is completely unreasonable. I didn’t touch, I just bumped into it."

"A bump is still a touch, isn’t it? Here, call me ’mom’ and I won’t blame you," Zhou Wenhu’s lips curled into a cunning smile, like a fox that had succeeded in its scheme.

Yang Fan looked up at the ceiling, then turned and slipped away.

Little Mother has been acting weird recently, always trying to take advantage of him.

"Little brat! Get back here!"

Laughter and scolding followed from behind him.

Yang Fan slickly darted into the inner yard.

"Brother, did you upset sister-in-law again?" Yang Yuan suddenly popped out, nearly bumping straight into Yang Fan. She looked up at him, her innocent face full of schadenfreude.

"What are you doing?" Yang Fan was startled and quickly stepped back.

"I’m not doing anything? Just watering the flowers." Yang Yuan raised the hose in her hand, stepped forward, and leaned in close to Yang Fan, whispering slyly, "I just heard that you seem to have touched sister-in-law... Where did you touch? Brother, she’s your sister-in-law, don’t mess around, okay?"

Yang Fan suddenly looked angry, did this girl have dog ears?

"Nothing happened, I just accidentally bumped her!"

"Oh..." Yang Yuan drew out the word, nodding her head, "So... where did you bump?"

"The arm, where else? Little Mother was just joking, are you taking it seriously?" Yang Fan said with a stern face, "No, what are you thinking about all day? If you keep this up, we need to talk about that day you ruined my clothes, for days I could still smell it on me."

Yang Yuan’s cheeks suddenly reddened, her pale, almost translucent face instantly seemed to be filled with blush, "Brother, I was wrong, let’s let that go, okay?"

"I didn’t have any odor, how could I? Don’t make things up."

"Did the piss end up on me or you, how could I not be aware of the smell?" Yang Fan said, "You still claim there’s nothing wrong, you have a serious case of heatiness, the smell was so strong it filled my nose."

Yang Yuan was actually daring enough to tease him, so Yang Fan wouldn’t feel guilty about dragging her in too.

Yang Yuan quickly covered her cheeks and stuttered softly, "Brother, I truly am sorry, really sorry..."