Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 689

Chapter 689: Chapter 689

Yang Fan’s explanation completely baffled Fan Sisi.

"Wait a minute, just a minute, let me think this through," Fan Sisi said, pressing her slender fingers against her temples, contemplating seriously for a moment before shaking her head and saying, "Forget it, I give up. As long as she’s not a female ghost, it’s fine."

"You don’t understand these things, it’s certain you can’t grasp what it’s really about. To make you understand this, you’d first need to know about grievances, lingering souls, evil spirits, and Spiritual Energy, but you might not get it even if I told you," Mr. Fan said.

"Just think of it as a growth-oriented machine that needs activation commands to be used, it’s just that compared to a machine, if you don’t execute the right commands, it will kill you."

Fan Sisi grinned, "Grandpa, if you put it that way, now I understand."

She thought for a moment, then frowned at Yang Fan, "Fanzi, why would you want such a dangerous thing?"

"Because it’s useful," Yang Fan said.

"This kid is a trouble magnet; having that thing on him can offer some protection," Mr. Fan added.

Fan Sisi was somewhat puzzled again, "I don’t know whether this is for protection or just asking for trouble. If you mess up the commands, it’ll backfire on you!"

"You don’t understand anything, so stop asking so many questions. I’ve said it’s fine, why are you needlessly worrying? If Fanzi managed to get it, it means he already knows how the commands work," Mr. Fan scolded, none too kindly.

This old man didn’t hesitate to reprimand his granddaughter.

Fan Sisi stuck out her tongue and hummed softly, "I ask because I don’t understand. If I knew everything, why would I bother asking? Grandpa, your words are a bit harsh."

Yang Fan watched the grandfather and granddaughter bicker, suddenly feeling a bit of a headache himself.

Those embroidered shoes were definitely a useful item, but the demands of the other party were indeed torturous.

It might have several conditions, one appearing at random.

Just doing a handstand to wash hair was already a headache, and what followed might be even more outrageous.

"Fanzi, what is one of the other conditions? Let me see," Fan Sisi said to Yang Fan, reaching out her hand.

Although she had been scolded by the old man, her curiosity remained unabated.

Yang Fan took out the ruler from his sleeve.

With not even a bag on him, this was his way of carrying things.

The wooden mace and the ruler were kept in his sleeve, while the pair of embroidered shoes were tucked directly into his trouser pocket.

Luckily, women’s shoes of the past weren’t very bulky, so tucking them in the pocket wasn’t too conspicuous.

Fan Sisi held the ruler, turned it over to examine it, and frowned, "Isn’t this the thing teachers used to hit students with? Teachers are so scared nowadays they dare not physically discipline students anymore, and this thing has disappeared. I remember being hit with it several times when I was little."

"Indeed, it’s that thing, the ruler," Yang Fan nodded in agreement.

Fan Sisi asked, "What’s its use?"

"It possesses the aura of a sage," Mr. Fan said, "Explaining this to you is pointless, you can’t even pronounce the name of a ruler. It must have been used by a highly respected master, and it’s imbued with a strong righteous energy and the essence of a sage."

"You must have heard that the knives used by butchers are quite powerful, right?"

Fan Sisi was about to retort but nodded at his words, "I heard it’s because of the strong evil spirit?"

"It’s because of the heavy blood evil spirit, the more lives a butcher’s knife takes, the more powerful it becomes, and it wards off evil spirits easily. But what you are holding, it’s almost like the ancestor of the butcher’s knife, there’s no comparison," Mr. Fan explained.

He finally took the patience to explain what the item was all about to Fan Sisi.

Fan Sisi finally nodded in understanding, "So that’s what it is, pretty impressive."

"Right, Grandpa, now that you’ve seen the person, do you feel relieved?"

"Mhm," Mr. Fan nodded, looking at Yang Fan, "When you have time, you can come by more often. Lady Liu has a liking for modern things; you can bring some for her."

Yang Fan nodded in response and simultaneously asked, "Mr. Fan, what were you guys talking about?"

The dishes arrived, filling the air with a mouthwatering aroma.

Mr. Fan opened his mouth to speak but then stopped himself upon seeing something.

A scantily-clad waitress finished serving the dishes and topped off everyone’s tea before she left.

Fan Sisi stared at the woman’s skirt for a long while, then suddenly whispered to Yang Fan, "Fanzi, is this place a bit sketchy?"

"Huh? What makes it sketchy?" Yang Fan felt a sudden pang of unease within.

Everything was going smoothly; surely this wasn’t the moment things would unravel?

Fan Sisi lowered her voice even more, "Their skirts are see-through."

"I hadn’t noticed that. Are they very transparent?" Yang Fan asked.

This was the moment to steadfastly play dumb and show no reaction whatsoever.

Otherwise, it would be a complete disaster.

Another important thing was that he needed to delay Wang Daqiang further.

He had overlooked that earlier.

He wasn’t sure what kind of tea that kid wanted, but judging from his words when he got out of the car, he probably wouldn’t choose anything too expensive.

He couldn’t let this guy come out so soon.

Fan Sisi nodded, "Indeed, very transparent, and their clothes are quite curious. From a slight distance, you can’t see clearly, but up close, you can see everything inside. That girl was right next to me serving dishes; I could see exactly what she wore underneath, and you missed such a golden opportunity."

"Why don’t you find an excuse to go out and see for yourself? That girl is wearing Xiao Ding, very sexy."

Yang Fan was just getting ready to find an excuse to go out and delay Wang Daqiang, but upon hearing that, he dared not to move.

Going out now would be walking right into the line of fire.

"I think I’ll pass. How about tonight you wear something for me to see as a consolation?" Yang Fan said with a low chuckle.

Fan Sisi quickly coughed lightly, "That... we can talk about that later, later."

Mr. Fan looked up and asked, "You two aren’t eating, just whispering there, what are you talking about?"

"Your beloved granddaughter was just saying how pretty that waitress’ clothes are," Yang Fan seriously replied.

Mr. Fan shook his head somewhat helplessly, "Nothing better to do all day, just causing trouble."

"A woman’s love for beauty is natural; Grandpa, you wouldn’t understand," Fan Sisi flipped her hair and sat up straight, picking up her chopsticks.

Due to Mr. Fan’s comment, the topic about whether the tea house was reputable or not naturally came to an end.

But Yang Fan was feeling increasingly uneasy.

Wang Daqiang would undoubtedly be looking for him when he came out, any encounter would surely make everything fall apart.

His prolonged disguise would instantly become futile.

But now with Fan Sisi right beside him, even sending a message seemed inappropriate.

Yang Fan, battling his inner turmoil, picked up his chopsticks.

This sketchy tea house actually turned out to have excellent cuisine.

Definitely living up to its reputation, their signature dishes really held their ground.