Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 690

Chapter 690: Chapter 690

Midway through the meal, Yang Fan finally seized the opportunity.

The hot water had run out, and there were no waiters nearby, so Yang Fan had to fetch it himself.

He almost ran to the counter in small, quick steps, and before the seductive proprietress could speak, he urgently said, "Add another round for my brother, pick a good one. Make sure he stays until tomorrow morning. Tell him it’s all my doing, tell him to relax and enjoy himself."

"I understand, but I’ve already taken the liberty of arranging this for you, Mr. Yang—it’s on me. I will pass on your message," the seductive proprietress said with a light smile, "Mr. Yang, you can rest assured, there’ll be no disturbances here, this is a very legitimate teahouse."

"A teahouse located next to the scenic area, other than being slightly more expensive, why wouldn’t it be legitimate!"

Yang Fan was somewhat surprised, "Proprietress really thinks of everything, I almost overlooked it, I just thought of it on the spur of the moment."

"It’s no problem, Mr. Yang, it’s our responsibility to relieve our guests of their worries," the proprietress said with a faint smile.

"Thank you, also please get me a pot of water, and a bottle of wine," Yang Fan said.

"Alright."

Yang Fan was prepared to make a little effort so that Mr. Fan would get a good sleep tonight and not disturb him and Fan Sisi.

The seductive proprietress brought over the wine, and at the same time handed out three room cards, "Mr. Yang, these are rooms gifted by Boss Cheng next door. If you don’t like the atmosphere over there, just let me know, I’ll introduce you to better ones when the time comes."

"How can I accept this?" Yang Fan was really feeling somewhat embarrassed now.

That’s taking a bit too much advantage.

The proprietress said with a faint smile, "Mr. Yang, we all wish to form a good connection with you. We will surely trouble you more in the future, so don’t stand on such ceremony with us over these little details."

Yang Fan nodded his head, "This I’ll accept, but don’t bother with the other stuff. To set things straight, I solve problems for a fee, not for free, so there’s no need."

"It’s still very necessary. Finding someone with real skills like Mr. Yang isn’t easy. Now that we’ve finally met, we must hold on tight, so please don’t be polite," the seductive proprietress pressed the room cards into Yang Fan’s hands, and casually pinched his hand, throwing him a sparkling, flirtatious wink.

Yang Fan instantly felt an electric shock, and the hairs on his body stood on end in an instant.

This woman is so skillful.

"Mr. Yang, my family name is Yun, my given name is Miao Yi, you can simply call me by my name," Yun Miao Yi said with a light smile, "If you need anything later, just call for Miao Yi, it’s most comforting for me when I can help."

It seems like she hid a lot in her undertone.

But Yang Fan played dumb.

Fan Sisi was still in the private room, and him going out to flirt with the proprietress seemed like a rather suicidal move.

"Alright, Boss Yun," Yang Fan said with a nod, "Then I’ll go back first."

Yun Miao Yi smiled, "Sir seems a bit restrained. You go ahead, I’ll bring the hot water over in a moment."

"Okay."

With wine and room cards in hand, Yang Fan returned to the private room.

Now that he no longer had any worries to hold him back, he could enjoy a good drink with Mr. Fan.

Only the old man was already a bit tipsy. Tonight, he might have a chance to turn the world upside down with Fan Sisi.

"Fanzi, are you trying to drink my grandpa to death tonight? Why did you bring another bottle?" Sisi exclaimed upon seeing the bottle in Yang Fan’s hand.

Yang Fan chuckled and said, "Treating Mr. Fan to dinner and drinks, we naturally have to drink wholeheartedly. With his capacity for liquor, I’m quite certain he’ll be fine even if I pass out."

This was indeed the case, so Yang Fan had to think of some ways to drink as little as possible.

"You’re quite considerate, young man." Mr. Fan chuckled. "Sisi, find us a place to stay first, so we don’t end up without shelter after getting plastered."

"No need, the proprietor from next door has already sent over three rooms for us; we can go straight there later." Yang Fan handed the room cards to Fan Sisi. "This is their way of saying thanks. Lady Liu has contained the energy of the wooden building, and the influence over the guest house naturally disappeared. I just opportunistically snagged a little benefit and even made a small profit."

"You deserve the money you earned," Mr. Fan said. "If it weren’t for you stepping in, the problem would’ve persisted for a while. I heard about it from Lady Liu. Since the wooden building has been stable and avoiding entanglement with the mundane world, but recently, the spiritual energy of nature has fluctuated and suddenly became denser, causing the malevolent energy of the wooden building to become uncontrollable."

"Lady Liu was handling it timely, but these few businesses would harass us every now and then with some second-rate characters. Lady Liu got angry and did this on purpose. It wasn’t going to cause any major issue, but it was sure to give them a headache for some time. If it wasn’t for your timely involvement, this could have dragged on for a couple of months."

"Alright, since the accommodation is settled, let’s not hold back on the drinking. I haven’t enjoyed a drink like this in a while, come on, kid, fill ’er up."

Yang Fan was speechless as he watched the old man roll up his sleeves, his face glowing red with excitement.

The old man’s words made him skeptical.

From what he had seen, the old man never seemed to be short of alcohol.

His acquaintance with Elder Liang was like when Boya met Ziqi; since then, his alcohol consumption had skyrocketed.

"By the way, Mr. Fan, I’ve casually taken on two more jobs. Are you interested in checking them out?" As he filled Mr. Fan’s cup with wine, Yang Fan spoke up.

Mr. Fan chuckled, "You’re so-so in ability, but your business sense is really good. At the rate you’re going, you could give up dealing in herbs and switch to this. One job could earn you what you make in a month."

"Forget it, it’s all just chance encounters, not real skill. I’ll stick to my part-time work for now," said Yang Fan.

"The proprietress of the teahouse has a family graveyard that keeps developing a large hole. Even after filling it, it gets dug up again after a while, and there are even footprints around. Mr. Fan, what do you think could be the cause of it?"

"Repeated incidents?" asked Mr. Fan.

Yang Fan nodded, "It’s been happening for about two years now."

"No doubt about it, someone from inside has come out," Mr. Fan stated. "You actually dared to take on this job."

"Risen from the dead?" Fan Sisi asked in surprise.

"What risen from the dead... Never mind, you might as well understand it that way; it’s basically the same thing." Mr. Fan said.

He seemed to want to explain further to Fan Sisi but probably found it too bothersome.

"I didn’t make any guarantees; I just said I’d take a look. If it can be resolved, it will be; if not, then we’ll leave it be," said Yang Fan. "So it really is something from inside that has come out. I had my suspicions, but it seemed too far-fetched."

"Far-fetched? In our line of work, nothing’s too outlandish; you’ll see even stranger things in the future," Mr. Fan thought for a moment before continuing, "You won’t make money on this; I’ll go. I’ve been idle for quite a while myself; it’s about time I got moving."