Happy Little Farmer -
Chapter 474
Chapter 474: Chapter 474
Yang Fan was carrying a pot filled with dirt and chicken meat, stuffed along with a broken bowl, to the side of the main road, but he couldn’t find Old Sir Shen or Liang Laoshi anymore.
"Gone back?" Yang Fan muttered to himself, preparing to head straight back to the village committee, when suddenly a voice came from above his head.
"Hey, up here."
When Yang Fan looked up, he was instantly stunned.
These two old guys were seriously awesome.
They were actually lying on tree trunks drinking alcohol, each on their own trunk, and they seemed quite comfortable at that.
It’s just that the liquor they were drinking seemed a bit makeshift, apparently, it was some very cheap sorghum wine.
No wonder he had smelled some alcohol around him just now.
"How did you two elders get up there?" Yang Fan called out, looking up at them.
"Of course, we climbed up." Liang Laoshi said with a smile, "Don’t look at our old arms and legs, we can still climb trees."
Suddenly, Yang Fan remembered the sight of Old Sir Shen standing atop their house’s wall.
Perhaps... climbing trees really wasn’t a difficult task for them.
"Kid, catch carefully from below," Old Sir Shen said to Yang Fan, grasping the tree trunk, "There’s an old saying that climbing up a tree is easy but climbing down is hard, and it’s really true. Climbing up just requires some effort, but I’m always worried about my old arms and legs breaking on this tree when going down."
Yang Fan smiled somewhat helplessly and, after setting the pot down, supported Old Sir Shen from below.
After the two old masters had descended, Yang Fan asked, "Elders, what are you planning to do next?"
"Of course, each of us will go back to our own homes to sleep. What else could there be?" Old Sir Shen said with a light laugh.
"Otherwise, come to my house," Yang Fan suggested, "It’s this hour already, how can you two go home?"
Elder Liang swayed the bottle in his hand, which didn’t have much left in it, and asked, "Do you have any alcohol?"
"Yes, should be better than this," Yang Fan said with a smile.
"Then let’s go. To be honest, I don’t want to go back home at this time either," Elder Liang said with a laugh.
"Let’s go then," Mr. Shen said, "This young man’s house is really heavy with a yin atmosphere. Honestly, I’m not very keen on going, but if you don’t accompany me, old fellow, I can’t be bothered to return either, so let’s go."
In just half a day, these two old men seemed to have developed a deep friendship.
Yang Fan smiled and said nothing.
His house indeed had a heavy yin atmosphere, the entire place was marked by yin prevailing over yang.
On the way to Yang Fan’s house, Mr. Shen glanced at the iron pot Yang Fan was carrying and asked, "Is this the pot with the poisoned chicken meat?"
Yang Fan nodded.
"You mean to say, because the old lady caught her daughter-in-law in the act of an affair, this couple then poisoned the old lady?" Mr. Shen inquired.
Yang Fan had only given these two old gentlemen a rough idea of the situation, without explaining the details.
He then carefully explained the detailed course of events to both of them.
"The wickedness of the human heart is much more terrifying than the mysterious!" Elder Liang shook his head and sighed, "I can’t figure it out, what were they really after, why bother."
"After what?" Mr. Shen sneered, "Isn’t it just because they think this old lady has reached the age where she ought to die, and even if she dies, it could be easily covered up. This woman is clearly the type who’s dark-hearted and ruthless, covetous of Shen Zhongwei’s house, and yet unwilling to give up the monthly living expenses from Wang Daqiang, the damn thing."
"I never imagined a person’s heart could be so filthy," Yang Fan said indignantly, "If it were up to me, I’d directly use the excuse of having dreams, send these things to the police station, have those two arrested, and let them wait for death."
"Since the old lady wants you to prioritize her son’s opinion, then listen to her," Old Sir Shen said.
Yang Fan nodded indignantly, "Alright then."
This matter really infuriated him whenever it was brought up.
As they talked, the group made their way back to Yang Fan’s house,
Yang Fan placed the pot on his three-wheeler and pressed it down with a wooden board to prevent stray dogs and cats from stealing the food, before leading Old Sir Shen and Liang Laoshi into the house.
There was still light coming from Wei Juan’s room, and the voices of a murmured conversation could just barely be heard.
They were still awake, and it was already past three in the morning.
Yang Fan first took Old Sir Shen and Liang Laoshi to the last vacant room, prepared their bedding, made a pot of tea, and then headed to Wei Juan’s room.
He gently pushed open the door to find that Wei Juan and Fourth Aunt were asleep, but Little Mother and sister-in-law, along with Yang Yuan, were sitting against the wall, still chatting.
The stifling heat had made the three of them dress down to simple nightwear and tank tops—the sight before him was an array of enticing whiteness.
"Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?" Yang Fan asked.
Little Mother yawned and chuckled, "We were waiting for you. Are you done with things?"
"Done with everything. You should all head to sleep too," Yang Fan said with a smile. "I’ve invited Old Sir Shen and Liang Laoshi to our house. With them around, you don’t need to worry about anything anymore."
"They came too? Did you get the room ready?" Little Mother stood up. "I’ll prepare some snacks for them. Even at this hour, we can’t be too careless."
As she stood, Yang Fan’s eyes inadvertently widened.
Little Mother had dressed down quite liberally, wearing only a pair of pink panties, revealing her long, strong, and fair legs.
Zhou Wenhui didn’t seem to mind her substantial exposure and calmly put on a skirt in front of Yang Fan.
"Little Mother, you all should go to sleep. I’ll take care of it," said Yang Fan, his throat moving slightly as he stopped her.
"These two gentlemen also have a habit of having a little drink. I’ll prepare some cold dishes to accompany their drink, and then they will head to bed."
"What do you know how to prepare? I’ll do it," said Zhou Wenhui.
Yang Fan couldn’t dissuade her and let her do as she wished.
"I’m not dressed to see anyone, and since I’m ready for bed, I’m too lazy to change. I’ll get things ready, you bring it over in a bit," said Zhou Wenhui at the door.
"Okay!"
Yang Fan nodded and followed Zhou Wenhui into the kitchen.
She was quite skilled at preparing food, and in no time she had ready two dishes of cold appetizers.
"Little Mother, your cooking skills are truly amazing!" exclaimed Yang Fan, unable to hold back his admiration. "Hurry and go to sleep. I’ll stay up a bit and then sleep too."
He was about to carry the cold dishes away when Zhou Wenhui suddenly grabbed his wrist, "Fanzi, there’s something I need to talk to you about."
"Little Mother, tell me," said Yang Fan.
Zhou Wenhui’s expression was conflicted. After hesitating, she said, "Although what happened today was accidental, it still happened. We can’t pretend like it was nothing."
"So, if you have any thoughts, don’t hide them. I can help you out occasionally. After all, you... have really had it rough. You’ve seen those two women by your side countless times, but it was me who ended up inside."
As she spoke, she suddenly couldn’t help but laugh.
The tragedy of Yang Fan’s situation was too much for her to contain.
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