Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 512

Chapter 512: Chapter 512

"I’m so saddened that I feel like clutching my head and crying," Yang Fan said irritably, mocking himself.

Yang Yuan pouted her lips and glared at Yang Fan with gritted teeth, muttering, "Bad person..."

Yang Fan laughed, "Why don’t you satisfy my curiosity for now, what have you prepared here?"

"Why are you so curious? It’s just some little gifts for you, the Fourth Aunt, sister-in-law, and Wei Juan," Yang Yuan said, "But, let’s not be curious for now, and you can open it after we leave."

"You really do have money to burn," Yang Fan said, somewhat helplessly shaking his head.

Although it seemed like Yang Yuan’s family indeed had money, Yang Fan felt that buying these things was a bit excessive.

At that moment, Zhou Wenhui suddenly shouted from inside the house, "Fanzi, where did you get so many silver coins from?"

Yang Fan turned and entered the room, "They’re a thank-you gift from Wang Daqiang."

"A thank-you gift? So many? Has the boy gone mad?" Zhou Wenhui’s pupils shockingly dilated.

Yang Fan nodded, "Actually, I also think so. I just inquired a bit; the most common ones seem to cost eight hundred to nine hundred each, and the better ones go for over a thousand."

"There are almost two or three hundred here, right? How much money is that? I seem unable to figure it out," Zhou Wenhui exclaimed, her reaction even more exaggerated than Yang Fan’s, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

But her shock was not surprising; who gives gifts like this?

"Over one hundred thousand, I guess," Yang Fan said.

"You shouldn’t have accepted it; such valuable things might become troublesome once accepted," Zhou Wenhui said gravely.

Yang Fan nodded, "I think so too, but Wang Daqiang was determined to give them today, he was even ready to kneel. The gesture of giving was a bit too fierce; I couldn’t refuse him at the moment so I had to agree."

"But we made it clear, I know these aren’t cheap, but he insisted on giving them."

Zhou Wenhui nodded, "He has given them now, so just keep them. The favor you did for him was indeed not small. If he knows how to be grateful, he should indeed give some gifts, but, the scale was a bit too much."

"Their family actually still has this much saved up; it’s good that Kou Miao didn’t know about it before, otherwise, Wang Daqiang wouldn’t have been able to get his hands on any of it, and she would have definitely scoured it clean earlier."

"The Old Wang family seemed affluent in the past too," Yang Fan remarked again.

"That’s quite obvious," Zhou Wenhui said, "Ordinary people couldn’t save up so much, in the past, normal families couldn’t gather this amount of silver coins in a lifetime. I’ve only heard of it, but apparently, its purchasing power was quite significant back then."

"Come on, everyone has a share," Yang Fan said with a smile, "Let’s not worry about the quality; it’s all about luck, let’s see who can come up with one hundred fifty thousand. I heard that some silver coins can reach that value."

"So you’re planning to distribute it now?" Zhou Wenhui laughed, "However, I suggest if there really is a silver coin worth one hundred fifty thousand, just give it back to Wang Daqiang. They are already very valuable, and if there is a King Bomb among them, if Wang Daqiang found out afterward, he would definitely regret it deeply, and it might even cause trouble."

"Fourth Aunt, we are all family here, how would he find out?" Yang Yuan said.

"Either way, he has already given them; he must have considered everything."

Yang Fan thought for a moment and said, "Here’s what we’ll do: each of you take some to play around with, and if we find a King Bomb worth one hundred fifty thousand among the leftovers, I’ll return it to him. As for yours, if that happens, it’s your luck, and we’ll just leave it at that."

Yang Fan felt that Little Mother was right; receiving such expensive thank-you gifts indeed posed a problem.

Firstly, it was already a burden on Yang Fan’s conscience.

Over one hundred thousand he could still reluctantly accept, but if the price increased to several hundred thousand, Yang Fan would have to estimate whether the tasks he undertook were really worth that price or not—in everyone’s heart, there is a measure.

Yang Fan liked money, but he didn’t want to get rich quick through these kinds of deeds.

Even when Wang Daqiang brought them over, he only cared about the silver coins themselves and not the value behind them.

But that was his opinion, Yang Fan had his own considerations.

"Let’s do it this way, everyone can take two." Fourth Aunt said with a smile, "I won’t be polite now, I really want to collect a couple of these for fun. It seems quite interesting."

"The way Fanzi puts it, it definitely isn’t just one or two." Zhou Wenhui laughed, "You are about to leave, so consider it a parting gift. I’ll make a decision for Fanzi—ten for each person. There are many people in the family, and I estimate there will still be more than half left for Fanzi."

Yang Fan nodded, "Little Mother, did you just crawl into my stomach or what?"

His initial thought had indeed hovered between ten and twenty.

"If there are more, you probably won’t have many left, and one or two would definitely seem too few for you; ten I feel is just about right." Zhou Wenhui grabbed a handful and gave them to Fourth Aunt, the silver coins clinked crisply as they collided.

She had always been a woman who took charge, and now it felt even more natural.

Arranging everything without any awkwardness.

"Aunt, then I’ll not be polite, I want to pick them myself." Yang Yuan giggled.

"Suit yourself." Yang Fan said.

"Bad brother, you are doomed this time, I know what that King Bomb amongst the silver coins looks like." Yang Yuan cunningly winked at Yang Fan and started rummaging through the bag.

She picked the silver coins like selecting fake goods at a street stall, giving Yang Fan a rather absurd feeling.

Anyone unaware would definitely think these were a bag of fakes.

Yang Yuan picked a few with better quality, took a few that looked battered, and then flauntingly showed them to Yang Fan, "Brother Fanzi, these few pieces in my hand are worth a million, want them?"

Yang Fan sighed helplessly with a chuckle, "Oh, please, look at the state of wear on those, if they are worth one hundred fifty thousand, I’ll eat the whole bag."

"Pfft, don’t doubt it, just wait and see." Yang Yuan proudly lifted her head like a little peacock.

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head, "Whatever you say, as long as you like them."

He had originally thought about having Yang Yuan swap for some with better quality, but seeing her proudly defiant demeanor, he decided to just let it be.

He kept ten each for his sister-in-law and Wei Juan, then Yang Fan stored all the remaining ones.

Even after setting aside fifty, the bag had only gone down by about one-tenth.

Wang Daqiang’s gift was extraordinarily generous.

As evening approached, Ye Tong and Wei Juan came back.

Because of that incident at the village office, even now, Wei Juan was terrified even just going there during the day, when there were more people to bolster her courage. But at night, she categorically refused to stay over there anymore and had to move back again.