Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 81 Dragon Pool and Tiger’s Den

Chapter 81: Chapter 81 Dragon Pool and Tiger’s Den

Yang Fan and Ye Tong’s conversation ended in discord once again.

No matter how insignificant Little Mother’s nominal role might seem, Yang Fan still couldn’t dismiss its importance.

Even though his heart was restless and eager, he knew there was a line that he couldn’t cross on the surface.

He could indulge in wild thoughts in his mind, but he could never let those wild thoughts turn into actual intentions.

That time in the bathroom, Yang Fan’s impulsive action of barging in on Little Mother had made him feel awkward for days, and now, he hardly dared to even entertain those wild thoughts.

What troubled Yang Fan the most was that the person suggesting these ideas was actually his sister-in-law.

This was the third strategy his sister-in-law had come up with for his health.

Toys, spending money to solve the issue, turning to Little Mother for a solution.

Each suggestion was more outrageous than the last.

And it made Yang Fan laugh.

In his view, if it’s openly acknowledged as not right, then things should go back to the way they were between a sister-in-law and her brother-in-law—each to their own business.

Why bother coming up with all kinds of solutions for his health issue which wasn’t really that serious?

After leaving the room, Yang Fan walked out of the house full of grievances.

The rain had mostly stopped by now, and although there were still sporadic drizzles, they were largely ignorable.

He planned to sell the tea leaves he had fried earlier as soon as possible.

New tea fetched better prices.

Tea farmers like them didn’t earn much from this commodity, so they had to make every penny count.

The tea market in Xin’an County was right next to the Herb Market, forming a continuous whole.

However, the tea market was larger than the herb market.

Although herbs were also a pillar industry in Xin’an County, and the county even had the reputation of being a hometown of medicinal materials, the market for herbs was obviously not as active as the one for tea.

Old Zhou also dabbled in buying some tea leaves, but he was quite tough on the price because he acted as an intermediary for others, taking a cut of several yuan for himself.

In the tea market, Yang Fan had several regular business partners, but dealing with them was not as frequent as with Old Zhou.

Yang Fan, braving the light drizzle, hurried to the most secluded shop in the northeast corner of the tea market.

The shop’s sign was so old and worn that it was almost invisible.

But the boss was known for fair dealings and an easygoing personality, without the usual pettiness.

Having had a few good experiences in the past, Yang Fan had made this shop his first choice.

If the price was right, he wouldn’t bother looking elsewhere.

In fact, many tea farmers preferred to set up their own small stalls in the market, selling directly to merchants from out of town, bypassing the middlemen. This could earn them a little extra profit, but Yang Fan didn’t have the time or energy for that.

When Yang Fan arrived, the shop’s rolling shutter door was half closed.

This usually meant that the owner was inside resting and not open for business.

Without worrying about Panax notoginseng or any other concerns, Yang Fan parked his hardworking second-hand motorized tricycle and slipped through the semi-open door.

As soon as he entered, he was taken aback.

Yang Fan couldn’t recall when exactly Boss Du had renovated the interior.

In the middle of the storefront, a glass partition had been erected, with two rows of pink sofas placed in front, while curtains blocked the view of the back, preventing Yang Fan from seeing what was going on.

At that moment, on the pink sofas, sat three scantily clad women, all wearing booty shorts that left their pale thighs exposed, filling the room with a heavy scent of makeup, along with an odor Yang Fan found hard to describe.

Upon Yang Fan’s entrance, the three women put down their phones and looked up in unison.

The one closest to the door, heavily made up and looking to be in her thirties, asked, "Handsome, want to play? Got your eye on someone?"

Yang Fan immediately felt something was off—this place didn’t seem like anywhere tea leaves would be bought at all.

Yet he still felt somewhat unclear and awkwardly said, "I’m here to find Old Du."

"Old Du? Oh, you must mean Xiao Du; she’s off today," the woman said with a smile after thinking for a moment. "None of us caught your eye? Why don’t you come with me then? Big sis knows how to please; I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of."

As she spoke, she cast a flirtatious glance at Yang Fan.

Even though Yang Fan had never been to such a place, he had a hunch about what it might be.

If his guess was right, it was probably one of those establishments marked by red lanterns.

"I might be in the wrong place; I thought this was where tea was bought," Yang Fan said, his gaze quickly scanning the three women. They were all around thirty, and aside from their risqué attire, there wasn’t much that stood out in terms of looks.

The woman by the door laughed, "Handsome, we don’t buy tea here, but we do ’serve’ tea. Since you’re here, have a drink! Or you could take all three of us; I’ll give you a discount. Having three women at the same time, experiencing different tightness—that must be exciting, right?"

Her words slightly tempted Yang Fan; the idea of being with three women at once was something he had never tried and was somewhat curious about.

But the thought only circled his mind briefly before he dismissed it.

That kind of thing was better left untried; he doubted he could afford it anyway.

"Forget it, I’m quite poor," Yang Fan said, waving his hand. "I seem to have come to the wrong place."

"Then how about just one, for two hundred yuan?" the woman by the door persisted. "Two hundred yuan for a bit of fun with a woman you’ve never had before—that’s not a bad deal, is it?"

Yang Fan could afford two hundred yuan, but his desire wasn’t that strong looking at these women.

"Forget it, forget it." Yang Fan turned and walked toward the exit.

Suddenly, the woman by the door stood up and grabbed Yang Fan’s arm. "One hundred fifty, just for a quick one, I’ll make sure you enjoy it."

Just then, a man and a woman came out from the back room.

Upon closer inspection, Yang Fan’s mouth twitched slightly in an involuntary grimace; meeting someone he knew in this place was rather awkward.

Old Zhou was quite the character.

Every day, if he wasn’t flirting with women, he was engaged in bare-chested battles with them, yet he completely neglected the affairs at home.

Yang Fan couldn’t remember how many times he had bumped into him like this.

"Hey, Fanzi, what a coincidence to see you patronizing their business," Old Zhou said when he saw Yang Fan, all the while chuckling and buckling his belt, with a satisfied smile that made the wrinkles on his forehead appear exceptionally lecherous.

"I was looking for Old Du; who knew he’d changed places all of a sudden," Yang Fan replied.

Old Zhou moved closer and offered a cigarette to Yang Fan. "You mean Old Du? He’s taken off."

Yang Fan glanced at Old Zhou’s fingers, which carried a distinct fishy smell, and silently put the cigarette away without lighting it.

If Yang Fan wasn’t mistaken, Old Zhou’s fingers had definitely been up to no good just moments earlier.