Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Chapter 478

After eating the breakfast prepared jointly by Little Mother and Ye Tong, Yang Fan rode his three-wheeled scooter, carrying that cursed pot, to Wang Daqiang’s house. Since his sister-in-law was there, he naturally couldn’t continue things with Little Mother.

In the meantime, Little Mother frequently gave him several meaningful looks, but Yang Fan just couldn’t understand what those looks meant, so nothing came of it.

The sunrise had already risen, and the scorching heat once again bathed the earth.

Walking into this familiar place again, Yang Fan couldn’t help but feel a sense of unreality, as if everything that happened last night was indeed just a dream, filled with strangeness and blurriness.

After parking the scooter in front of Wang Daqiang’s courtyard, Yang Fan checked the cargo, and after covering the pot with a plastic bag very securely, he walked toward Wang Daqiang’s front door.

He hadn’t even stepped in when he heard the sounds of women’s sobs, accompanied by others persuading them not to cry, saying it would startle the deceased.

Yang Fan didn’t recognize Kou Miao’s voice, but Old Mrs. Wang didn’t have any daughters, only three sons.

The woman crying and wailing in front of the spirit tablet, unexpectedly, was probably none other than Kou Miao.

This woman clearly had taken Shen Zhongwei’s advice and had taken on the significant duty of watching over the body.

She had quite the nerve, after doing such heartless deeds, not fearing that Old Mrs. Wang would suddenly leap up and strangle her to death.

Yang Fan didn’t go in right away, instead, he waited at the doorway.

After a short while, a middle-aged man came out of the main house. He looked at Yang Fan and asked, "Fanzi, what are you doing standing at the doorway? You’ve come at just the right time, help us lift her. Old Mrs. Wang has been dead for a while, and her body is already stiff, we can’t dress her."

This relative of Wang Daqiang was also a villager.

Right now, they should be going from house to house in the village to inform the villagers, as it was the time for the villagers to help out.

But Yang Fan had more important things to do today, and he hadn’t planned on helping out, but this situation was not easy to refuse.

Old Mrs. Wang’s shroud couldn’t be put on, and he couldn’t just pull Wang Daqiang out directly.

"Old Mrs. Wang has passed away?" Yang Fan asked in feigned surprise.

"You didn’t know?" the man replied.

"I came to see Da Qiang for something else, just heard the crying, and I was wondering," Yang Fan said as he walked toward the main house.

The man laughed, "No wonder you look so confused standing at the door. Early bird doesn’t always catch the worm, just in time, we were sweating buckets trying to deal with it, but we couldn’t manage, Old Mrs. Wang is just too heavy."

Yang Fan followed the man into the main house, where everything had already been cleared out, and the area for the vigil was tidily arranged.

Kou Miao was kneeling on the ground in a black dress, crying her eyes out, while on the bed next to her, Wang Daqiang and a few of his cousins were trying to dress Old Mrs. Wang in her shroud, but several grown men simply couldn’t manage her, unable to even turn her over.

The old lady, who looked so thin and frail, was as heavy as if she were made of iron.

As Yang Fan stepped forward to help, he touched her, and it truly felt like he had hit a block of iron.

Heavy and cold.

Ever since he obtained that cold energy from his Dantian, his strength had increased two to threefold.

Yet he still couldn’t lift Old Mrs. Wang an inch.

"Da Qiang, it’s no use, the old lady might still have some unfinished business. We’ll need to find a Yin Yang Master to figure this out. Even if we bring a few more people, it won’t make a difference, we can’t lift her up, how can we dress her?" one of Wang Daqiang’s uncles said.

Wang Daqiang, with his honest face, collapsed by his mother’s side, crying as he asked, "Mom, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, please tell me in a dream, and I will definitely take care of them for you. Now, relax and let us take care of your final affairs."

Wang Daqiang rambled on to his mother, who had closed her eyes forever.

Yang Fan took the opportunity to glance at Kou Miao, who was kneeling on the ground.

Seeing this situation, she should be feeling guilty, right?

But she had her head buried too low, and Yang Fan could not see any expression on her face.

You little bitch, I won’t scare you to death!

You think that death is the end of everything, but your understanding of this world is too superficial.

Indeed, the dead do have spirits!

"Let’s try again, and if it still doesn’t work, I will go ask the Yin Yang Master," Wang Daqiang said, wiping away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

Everyone tried to lift the body together again to no avail; the old lady seemed like she had turned into a lump of iron, rooted to the bed—five or six men exerting all their strength to lift her, yet she remained completely unmoved.

"Daqiang, go quickly, don’t waste any more time," Wang Daqiang’s uncle said.

"Mom, why do this, ah..." Wang Daqiang sighed, jumping down from the bed.

Yang Fan took the opportunity to leave with Wang Daqiang.

Now, with such an issue at hand, it was easier for him to talk to Wang Daqiang; otherwise, he might have needed to spend more effort convincing him.

"Daqiang!"

Yang Fan caught up to Wang Daqiang in the yard and called out to him.

Wang Daqiang stopped walking at the sound, "Ah, Fanzi, when did you arrive? I’ve been so frazzled that I didn’t even notice. Here’s what: You go to my house first, have some tea and smoke, and take a rest. I’m going to ask the Yin Yang Master."

"Daqiang, don’t hurry just yet, I need to have a quick word with you," Yang Fan hurried to catch up and said.

"You’re looking for me for something else?" Wang Daqiang asked, puzzled.

He obviously seemed anxious, but also did not seem to want to refuse Yang Fan outright.

Yang Fan offered Wang Daqiang a cigarette before speaking, "It’s not something else, just the matter you’re worried about right now. I know what’s troubling the old lady’s heart."

Just about to light his cigarette, Wang Daqiang suddenly froze, asking incredulously, "Fanzi, what did you just say?"

"Even though it might sound unbelievable, it is true," Yang Fan explained, "Last night, I met your family’s old Mrs. Wang in my dream. My dreams have always been quite strange, and often this kind of thing happens, but this is the first time I’ve met someone from our village in them."

"It’s like this: your family’s old Mrs. Wang told me that she was poisoned to death and went with a grievance. However, her worry was not her own death by poison, but rather it was her concern about leaving you behind."

"Poisoned... poisoned to death?!" Wang Daqiang was so startled by Yang Fan’s claim that he even dropped his cigarette.

"My mom had no enemies, how could someone poison her? Are you sure you didn’t get something wrong?"

"You can choose not to believe me, and that’s fine. I’m just passing on the old lady’s message," Yang Fan said with gravity, "Your mother-in-law was poisoned by your wife and Shen Zhongwei because they were having an affair, and she found out."

"The old lady asked me for help, and I agreed because I’ve always thought she was a good person and couldn’t bear to see her end up like this. The pot that your wife used to cook meat for your mother, I dug it out following your mother’s directions; it’s in the car. It was buried behind a stack of straw, and there should still be some traces. If you’re not convinced, you can go and look for yourself."