Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 792

Chapter 792: Chapter 792

The embroidered shoes finally got to eat incense and were happy to casually chat with Yang Fan.

It seems like they are really in a good mood now.

This is a big step and a turnaround.

Yang Fan figured he should always have incense ready in the future, so the shoes wouldn’t throw a tantrum.

After gorging on six whole boxes of incense, just as Yang Fan was about to open the seventh, the shoes suddenly spoke in Yang Fan’s mind, "I’m full."

Now that it was full, even the voice sounded somewhat lazy, unlike before when it was so indifferent as if devoid of any emotion.

"Alright, as long as you’re full. I’ll go buy some more to keep on hand." Yang Fan folded the embroidered shoes and put them into his pocket, jumped off the wagon, and rushed into the nearby shop.

The shop owner, wearing reading glasses, looked Yang Fan up and down several times after hearing his request, and finally couldn’t help but say, "Young man, I saw you burning incense in the wagon just now. Let me give you a piece of advice, if you’re worried something has attached itself to your vehicle, have someone knowledgeable look at it. Don’t burn incense for those things—it’ll spoil them."

"Really? Thanks a lot, uncle. I’ll find someone to check it out later." Yang Fan sincerely accepted the old man’s advice.

His attitude seemed to please the old man, who nodded and laughed, "Uncle’s been around. I’ve had these experiences before, back when I was running around with that bunch—I’ve seen all kinds of things."

"You just can’t spoil such things; the most appropriate way to handle them when you encounter them is to get rid of them straightaway."

Yang Fan, who was planning to pay and leave, paused at these words, ordered a box of cigarettes for himself, and then asked, "Uncle, have you ever seen something that builds nests in trees, with a lot of blood around it?"

This old man seemed like someone with stories; Yang Fan decided to ask a bit more just in case he knew something useful.

"Nests in trees with blood, huh?" The old man adjusted the glasses on his nose, squinting as he asked.

"Not using blood, but the nest has a lot of blood, and there are some kinds of eyes around it." Yang Fan said, "The thing should be from the trees, it just inexplicably appeared in the wagon."

"Jeez... that does sound strange." The old man squinted in bewilderment, while pondering, and instinctively unpacked the cigarettes Yang Fan just bought, sticking one into his mouth, "Hang on, let me think... as I get older, it’s hard to remember things... Hey, where’s my head at, I opened your cigarettes, I’ll get you a new pack."

"No problem, uncle, go ahead and smoke." Yang Fan quickly said.

The old man looked like a seasoned smoker, his brain hadn’t even been engaged yet, but his hands already went for the smokes.

Wobbling, the old man walked to the cigarette cabinet, fetched another pack for Yang Fan, then smoothly claimed the pack he’d just opened for himself, shaking his head he said, "Nope, age caught up, I can’t remember for the life of me. In my memory, I seem to have come across something similar. Let me ask around, even if I can’t remember, there’s a whole gang of forgetful old folks, we might piece together something."

"Young man, this is a spooky matter, can’t be careless. Burning some incense or joss paper won’t cut it. Gosh, what’s with my brain, I sent what I just said to you to them, whatever, let it be, don’t interrupt me, I’ll say it again."

Yang Fan lightly twitched the corner of his mouth, the old man’s surely getting on in years.

He hadn’t said a word just now.

The old man, trembling a bit, pressed the buttons on the phone, his eyelids twitching slightly, but he started speaking earnestly, "Uhh... guys, remember, when we used to dig underground for a living, didn’t we encounter, uhh, a big bird’s nest matted with blood inside...yeah, with some eyeball-like things, what was that?"

"I ran into a young fellow, inexplicably found such a thing on his vehicle, the youngster’s a bit stubborn, bought dozens of boxes of incense from me for that thing. He seems completely clueless, anyone remember, lend him some advice, this is no small matter, uhh... really not a small matter, we’re all getting on in years, lend a hand to the younger folks."

Yang Fan silently scratched at his twitching eyelid.

The uncle had stories, and a kind heart, it’s just saying bad things about others so openly was a bit inappropriate.

Sounds like back in his younger days, this uncle was some kind of tomb raider.

The only job Yang Fan could think of involving digging underground was that.

"Ah, there’s a reply, let me see, what have this old lot thought of?" The old man squinted, adjusting his eyes a bit back and forth, before finally tapping the voice message on his phone.

"Old Man Wu, you’re truly senile, aren’t you, this sounds like future you, nothing to do with nests or eyeballs."

"You surnamed Sun, why are you still such a jerk, didn’t you hear Old Wu offering to help a young fellow? You’re full of crap, your ’nest’ after death is called a coffin, no blood, just stinky and stiff, you’re dreaming if you want some blood on it."

"Heh, I know, you mangy dog better not butt in, Old Man Wu asked for our help, can’t just tell him without some benefit, he’s on the brink of dementia, chances for a treat are dwindling."

"You shut it, you’re so irritating even listening to you."

"So you’re offering help? Any clue what that thing is?"

"Can’t remember, I don’t recall us encountering such a thing."

"Heh heh, I remembered, but I won’t tell you, this info’s worth something, you think I’ll tell you without compensation? Dream on."

The store uncle listened to his elderly friends bickering over his phone, eyebrows twitching in anger, shaking fingers holding his phone, he cursed, "You surnamed Sun old fool, ungrateful bastard, if it weren’t for me, you’d have been dog food long ago, and now you’re bragging there, you’re not far from the death door yourself, what’s there to strut about."

"Stop talking rubbish, this young fellow is praying in vain and in distress, what’s all this jabbering."

The voice from the phone rang out.

"Wu old man, are you mad? Really mad? Heh, actually it’s no big deal. That thing is just a bit petty, not harmful, just throw the nest to a place nobody can find it, a cave would be best."

The store uncle asked, "So what exactly is this thing?"

The cheeky old voice on the phone replied, "Who the hell knows, some say it’s transformed from a miser, others say it’s from children who died young; I truly don’t know the name, we didn’t figure it out back then either. But it doesn’t harm people, just really petty, if you mess with its stuff, it’ll hold a grudge for years, cursing you every night, doing little scary tricks."

"You guys ran quickly back then, I don’t know how many tricks I had to use to dodge that thing."