Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 716

Chapter 716: Chapter 716

The issue of whose desiccated corpse it is seemed to have stumped the elder of the Yun Family.

With a look of intense bewilderment, he thought about it over and over, yet couldn’t figure it out.

Clearly, in the depths of his heart, no matter what the mummified corpse had become, it was still their ancestor.

Seeing this, Mr. Fan waved his hand and said, "Mr. Yun, there’s no need to dwell on this too much, just consider it your ancestor. It’s not that crucial now."

After all, the result is already confirmed, so there’s no need to get caught up in the process and reasons.

The elder of the Yun Family gave a bitter smile, "I think it would be better to understand a bit more, that way I might feel less guilty about burning our ancestor’s remains. Although we all clearly know how to weigh our options, burning an ancestor still feels greatly disrespectful, and I worry about calamity befalling future generations."

"Then trust me on this," said Mr. Fan.

"Moreover, this is your forefather from several generations back, it won’t possibly affect your descendants, so there’s no need for excessive worry."

The brows of the Yun Family elder relaxed instantly.

He suddenly laughed heartily, gripping Mr. Fan’s hand and patting the back of it heavily, "Mr. Fan, those words of yours have solved my problem, now there’s no issue at all, I feel very much at ease. As for the burning procedure, Mr. Fan, you handle it."

"First, place your ancestor’s remains on the mountain, have a few people watch over it, and burn it at noon tomorrow," said Mr. Fan.

The Yun Family elder agreed repeatedly, "Alright, I’ll arrange that. It’s already very late now, I’ll have Miao Yi accompany you down the mountain to rest, and we’ll discuss other matters tomorrow."

"Alright."

Yang Fan and his companions were escorted down the mountain, where Yun Miaoyin settled them in her home.

By the time they walked into the house, the living room was already set with a banquet, a big table full of dishes complete with aroma, taste, and color, and two elderly folks to accompany them.

Seeing Yang Fan and his companions enter, they immediately greeted them warmly to sit.

Mr. Fan’s gaze first fell on the wine bottles, and he laughed out loud, "It’s so late, are we really going to have a meal?"

"We should have a meal; it wouldn’t be proper not to," one of the elders laughed.

They pressed Yang Fan and the others into their seats, and the drinks were poured to the brim.

"Then let’s eat a little," Mr. Fan laughed, "But let’s drink a little less, drinking too much will disturb our sleep and delay tomorrow’s events."

Yang Fan thought, you must be worried about delaying tonight’s plans, aren’t you?

With Mr. Fan’s fondness for alcohol, it’s rare for him not to indulge when he sees good wine.

Hmm?

Yang Fan was momentarily startled, suddenly realizing something interesting.

Mr. Fan’s weakness for good wine seems a bit similar to his reluctance to refuse a lady’s advances—could it be that everyone in this line of work has these quirks?

Yang Fan was inclined to believe this possibility.

With three rounds of drinks and five courses of dishes, the atmosphere became lively.

Despite his initial reluctance, Mr. Fan couldn’t resist the allure of delicious food and drink, thoroughly enjoying himself.

The wine served by the Yun Family was worth thousands, a quality product.

Mr. Fan, a self-professed wine devotee, could judge its quality in an instant.

Compared to Mr. Fan, Yang Fan was much more restrained.

In an unfamiliar setting, he’s not used to drinking heavily.

For the latter part of the evening, Yang Fan took on the role of a companion, simply accompanying the party.

He quietly reminded Mr. Fan several times that they still had plans to go up the mountain for important matters, but Mr. Fan was unfazed.

Between fine wine and Spiritual Energy, he resolutely chose the wine.

"Is your grandfather always such a lover of wine?" Yang Fan asked in surprise, turning to whisper to Fan Sisi beside him.

Previously, Mr. Fan would lower his stance for Spiritual Energy.

Now with the allure of good wine, he nonchalantly casts the Spiritual Energy aside.

The importance is clear as day.

Fan Sisi was busily eating, sending piece after piece of food into her mouth, but she paused to say with a smile, "My grandpa has been dubbed a wine-lover since his younger days. Back then, many people insisted my grandpa would drink himself to death."

"But those who said such words, most are now buried, yet my grandpa is still like a man in his fifties or sixties. He genuinely loves to drink, and he’s great with wine. Our family used to strongly oppose it, but since he never had any health problems, just seemed to grow younger, we left him be. Now, whenever my family visits my grandpa, all they bring is wine, nothing else."

"To drink and then grow younger, your grandpa must be unmatched," Yang Fan exclaimed.

He’d often heard of people drinking themselves to death but never met someone who seemed to get younger, except for Mr. Fan.

"I think so too," Fan Sisi laughed. "As long as my grandpa is happy, let him drink. If you’re tired, get some rest early. Do you want me to keep you company? Later, I can sneak over quietly."

"I wish, but not tonight, there’s a thing or two I need to handle," Yang Fan whispered.

"But judging your grandpa’s state, if he’s groggy later, you know what I mean, right? If he’s still sober, then just go to bed properly; we probably won’t get the chance."

Fan Sisi nodded slightly in agreement, "You mean there’s something going on with my grandpa tonight?"

"Why does that sound so weird? But you’re not wrong, we do have a little business to deal with," Yang Fan said.

Fan Sisi giggled softly, "What? I’m asking quite properly; you must be reading too much into it. You two are up at this time and have something mysterious to do, what is it? Can you share?"

"Uh... I’ll tell you tomorrow," Yang Fan replied.

Despite their careful phrasing, he was still worried about being overheard.

Better safe than sorry.

Fan Sisi sensibly didn’t press further, "Okay then, I won’t ask, tell me tomorrow."

Yang Fan nodded.

Finally, after the second bottle was finished, the two elderly companions were knocked out by Mr. Fan, who only then, satiated, declared it was just right, any more would be too much.

Yang Fan: ...

Mr. Fan’s definition of "just right" was quite different from others.

While he felt just right, the companions were passed out, dreaming away.

"Little Yun girl, where do I sleep? I’m off to bed," Mr. Fan asked, still full of energy.

Yun Miaoyi quickly stood to support Mr. Fan, "Upstairs, I’ll take you up."

"No need, I’m fine," Mr. Fan was genuinely enjoying himself, and appeared approachable all of a sudden.

Yun Miaoyi seemed doubtful yet Mr. Fan walked with a steady gait, seemingly unaffected by the alcohol.

She appeared astonished, "Mr. Fan, you’re truly incredible with alcohol."

"Haha, just so-so. Tonight’s just right," Mr. Fan laughed heartily.