Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Chapter 270

Wu Xuelan reddened to the ears from Yang Fan’s overly direct comment.

"I, ah...haha, this is really quite awkward." She fidgeted and touched her temple hair, her face so red it seemed almost cooked, and her gaze darted everywhere, not daring to look at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan had spoken quite casually and, upon reflecting, realized he might have been a bit too direct.

"It’s pretty normal, I like to watch it too, no big deal," he chuckled, "It’s a kind of unique movie after all, nothing to fuss over, let’s talk about the Thunderstruck Wood instead."

"Ah...haha, that, well, that’s true," Fan Sisi stuttered with a flushed face, "let me make you some tea first, the Thunderstruck Wood isn’t urgent."

Having said that, she started brewing the tea in a fluster.

Her tea making could truly be described as fraught with difficulties.

First, the kettle was dry-heated without water, then the cup was almost dropped, and afterwards, she was so distracted that she poured too much water.

Yang Fan watched, feeling anxious on her behalf.

Was there really a need to be this nervous?

After a while, Fan Sisi finally placed a cup of clear tea in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan thanked her and took out the Thunderstruck Wood from the cloth bag, "Take a look first to see if this is what you want."

"This wood is almost burnt to being a firestarter, really quite tragic," Fan Sisi exclaimed in surprise after a glance.

Her frantic state had finally started to stabilize some.

"May I take a photo first? I’m not too familiar with this myself, it’s my grandfather who wants it," Fan Sisi asked.

Yang Fan nodded, "Go ahead."

With her cheeks still slightly flushed, Fan Sisi quickly glanced at Yang Fan, then took out her phone and snapped a few photos, "I’ll send these first to let the old man at home take a look."

Yang Fan nodded silently and glanced at the glimpse of spring revealed by her chest-high robe.

Today, Fan Sisi was not wearing a cheongsam, but a traditional costume that snugly covered her perky pair up top and flowed down into an integrated skirt. Yang Fan often saw this kind of dress in TV dramas, but didn’t know its specific name.

She seemed to have a deep affection for ancient-style clothing and indeed looked very beautiful in it.

Yet it was somewhat surprising that such a classically gentle girl also liked those kinds of movies.

"My grandfather has replied, offering thirty thousand yuan. Fanzi brother, do you want to sell?" Fan Sisi looked at the row of exclamations on her phone and said to Yang Fan somewhat surprised.

"Sell!" Yang Fan said decisively.

He had brought this piece today specifically to sell it, and thirty thousand was well beyond his expectations.

Why hesitate when this piece of wood could fetch such a high price?

Fan Sisi suddenly leaned over to smell the wood deeply, then replied to the message.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but grow curious, "Boss Fan, does this wood have any particular scent?"

"Oh, it’s like this: my grandfather said that Thunderstruck Wood, beaten by thunder and refined by fire, has a kind of special fragrance, which is also a unique symbol of Thunderstruck Wood," Fan Sisi shared openly with Yang Fan.

"By the way, my grandfather said this piece of wood is quite thick, likely enough to make two to three items, and he wants to gift you one. Fanzi brother, would you prefer a sword or a whip?"

Yang Fan was somewhat surprised.

Thirty thousand yuan worth of item, and the old man still wanted to give him one? Was he really that generous?

"Can I have a knife instead?" Yang Fan asked with a smile, "The kind that looks really fierce."

Fan Sisi shook her head, "Fanzi, we only have swords and whips; other items don’t have that kind of effect."

Yang Fan couldn’t help but sneer internally, it’s just a wooden toy, what effect could it possibly have?

"Then I’ll take the whip!" Yang Fan said, "And thank the old man for me, and if I need more wood in the future, I can think of a way. Although I am reluctant to chop down that peach tree, at this price, I think I can still swing the axe."

"Okay," Fan Sisi replied with a laugh, quickly responding to messages on her phone.

"Fanzi, my grandfather said that if the peach tree is really as you described, instead of cutting it down, you should take good care of it. It will bring you some good luck."

Yang Fan looked at Fan Sisi with a puzzled expression, "What good luck can a tree bring me? Boss Fan, your words are getting more mystical. Can you explain more clearly? I’m really confused."

"Also, why do other items not work? What effect can there be?"

Putting down her phone, Fan Sisi said with a faint smile on her lips, "Actually, the tree and these items serve the same purpose—to protect the house and ward off evil. You see, Taoists often carry the Peach Wood Sword or the Money Sword; it’s just that simple."

"Whips, though rarer, have the same properties as the Peach Wood Sword and the Money Sword, and sometimes they can be even more dominant. Like the Thunderstruck Wood, just hearing the name, you know it’s not a weapon to be trifled with."

"So that’s how it is, I thought there might be some more magical effects," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

Had he known this earlier, he would have understood.

Because he had seen many households hang the Money Sword or the Peach Wood Sword.

Fan Sisi smiled lightly and shallowly, "Actually, it is indeed quite magical."

Whether it was magical or not, Yang Fan wasn’t sure, but he respected the old man’s kindness.

As for those superstitious beliefs, he did not quite believe them, but he didn’t completely dismiss them either.

"Fanzi, I’ve transferred the money to you. When the whip is ready, I’ll deliver it to you, or you can come to my place to pick it up. We’ll see what’s convenient for you at the time," Fan Sisi said.

Yang Fan took out his phone and swiftly confirmed the receipt of the payment.

Another thirty thousand yuan in his account.

His financial fortune these past few days had been unbelievably good.

All kinds of unexpected wealth were coming his way.

Before he knew it, his account balance was verging on the one million mark.

Just over ten thousand more, and that string of numbers would jump to a million.

Yang Fan’s mood was surging, and in his excitement, he felt somewhat elated, just like the first time he had confided in his friends about Wu Xuelan. He felt an indescribable comfort.

Yang Fan drank a couple of sips of tea, calming his excited mood a bit, then stood up and said, "Boss Fan, I should leave now; it’s getting late."

"Haven’t you had your dinner yet? Why don’t you eat here before you go back?" Fan Sisi invited.

Yang Fan declined Fan Sisi’s offer, "No thanks, I’ve already eaten."

"Um..." Fan Sisi hesitated for a moment, then suddenly seemed a bit embarrassed to ask, "Could I ask you for another favor?"