wavenovel Chapter 191 A Fairy's Fate Delivered to His Door, But Silly Pillar Complains It's Not Enou
Chapter 191 A Fairy's Fate Delivered to His Door, But Silly Pillar Complains It's Not Enou
Lin Fan looked at Zhang Sanfeng lying on the ground, then at Old Wang's face, which looked like it was about to cry, and wondered what was going on.
It's just that I said a few truths.
Why such a big reaction?
Why are these people all so fragile?
He sighed, finding these "employees" to be a real nuisance.
"Alright, stop howling."
Lin Fan waved his hand, his tone somewhat impatient.
"He's not really dead, what are you yelling about?"
He walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and looked down at him.
Yes, it's still breathing.
His face was a little pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth; he looked rather pitiful.
However, he could sense that although the energy within Zhang Sanfeng's body was chaotic, it faintly exuded a vitality that could be rebuilt after destruction.
It is more profound than before.
Did this old man turn misfortune into good fortune?
Without thinking much, Lin Fan casually pulled a small porcelain bottle out of his pocket.
He poured out a glittering golden pill.
This pill was the "Calming and Mind-Concentrating Pill" he received as a reward for checking in last time. It was originally intended to calm down the quarrelsome parrot in the yard.
"Give it to him, feed it to him."
Lin Fan tossed the pill to Old Wang casually, as if he were tossing a candy.
"Eating it will make you feel fine, it will calm your mind and help you remember better."
Old Wang hurriedly took the pill; this item was extraordinary, emitting a refreshing fragrance.
He carefully pried open Zhang Sanfeng's mouth and stuffed the pill inside.
The elixir melted upon entering his mouth, transforming into a clear stream that instantly nourished Zhang Sanfeng's entire body.
His tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and his breathing became steady and powerful.
"Alright, carry him to the side room to rest," Lin Fan instructed.
He then turned to look at Ares and Aiolia, who were still facing off.
"You two, are you going to fight or not?"
Ares and Aiolia were startled when Lin Fan glanced at them.
The fighting spirit within him vanished instantly.
They looked at Zhang Sanfeng lying on the ground, then at the overturned pile of garbage, their expressions complex.
"No... I won't fight anymore, sir," Ares said in a muffled voice, still feeling a little uneasy.
He was so engrossed in fighting Aiolia that he almost forgot about Lin Fan's ban.
"Hmph." Lin Fan snorted coldly.
"It's good that you know you were wrong."
"Pick up the trash you've made and sort it properly."
"Otherwise, tomorrow morning, you two will run a hundred laps around the yard, and you're not allowed to use your superhuman abilities!"
Ares and Aiolia were devastated upon hearing this.
You're not allowed to use your inner power to run a hundred laps?
That would be worse than killing them!
The two men quickly nodded and bowed, rushing to the pile of garbage as fast as they could and beginning to carefully pick it up.
Fang Qingxue and her cousins also came out of the kitchen.
They watched the farcical scene in the courtyard, their minds filled with a myriad of thoughts.
The world of Mr. is truly full of surprises and shocks.
"Qingxue, put that bottle of 'Qingxin Ningshen Pills' away for me tomorrow," Lin Fan casually instructed.
"Don't let those people make any trouble, especially that old Zhang. Who knows what he might faint from next time."
"Yes, sir," Fang Qingxue replied respectfully.
In her heart, however, she was thinking: Sir, if your "Mind-Clearing and Spirit-Concentrating Pill" were available outside, it would be an unparalleled sacred medicine that countless cultivators would fight tooth and nail to obtain.
You actually used it to cool down a parrot and as a calming medicine for Master Zhang...
The information gap is enormous.
Li Zhenguo witnessed the entire process.
He watched Lin Fan casually take out pills to save people, watched the two Gold Saints and Ares being scolded like elementary school students, and watched them happily go to pick up trash.
His worldview was no longer shattered, but rather kneaded into dough by Lin Fan, who could then casually flatten and roll it into a ball.
He finally understood that Lin Fan's "processing fee" was not a joke at all.
That was a "path to survival" that he pointed out for mortals, a "ticket" to a higher dimension.
"Sir!" Li Zhenguo took a deep breath to calm his excited emotions.
He knew now was the time to show his loyalty.
"I'll arrange for people to search for those supplies you just mentioned as a top priority as soon as I get back!"
"We guarantee to deliver everything you need in the shortest possible time!"
Lin Fan glanced at him and nodded.
"Okay, go ahead."
"Don't keep me from sleeping."
Li Zhenguo, having received Lin Fan's affirmation, felt as if he had been pardoned and immediately turned around.
He and his bodyguards scrambled onto the helicopter.
The helicopter quickly took off and disappeared into the night with a roar.
The courtyard returned to calm.
Only Ares and Aiolia remained, still diligently picking up trash. Fang Qingxue and the others were clearing the table, while Old Wang carried Zhang Sanfeng into the side room.
Lin Fan looked at all this and stretched with satisfaction.
He walked to the rocking chair, just about to lie down, when he suddenly heard a faint noise.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
The voice was soft and slow, carrying a sense of probing and hesitation.
It sounded like someone was knocking on the door, or perhaps they were afraid of disturbing something.
Lin Fan frowned again.
"What's wrong with you today?"
"Are they all rushing to visit my house?"
He was a little annoyed. Why was his retirement life so unsettling?
He ignored it and lay down.
He believed that Fang Qingxue and the others would handle it if it wasn't something important.
However, the knocking did not stop.
Instead, it became clearer, even carrying a hint of cautious calling.
"Mr. Lin...?"
The voice sounded somewhat familiar, with a distinctive Beijing accent and a hint of flattery.
Lin Fan's heart stirred upon hearing the voice.
This doesn't seem to be someone he knows.
He opened his eyes and looked at the door.
Outside the gate, a thin middle-aged man wearing faded blue work clothes was cautiously peeking through the crack in the door.
He was carrying an empty lunchbox, and his face wore an inscrutable, fawning smile.
It was He Yuzhu, who lived in the next courtyard.
He Yuzhu? Lin Fan wondered to himself.
He knew that a group of "neighbors" lived next door to this courtyard house, but he rarely went out and had little contact with them.
What are you doing here in the middle of the night?
"Who is it?" Lin Fan asked irritably.
Upon hearing Lin Fan's response, He Yuzhu's face immediately broke into a fawning smile. He quickly pushed open the door and jogged in.
He was surprised to see the courtyard brightly lit and a group of people in strange clothes, but he quickly concealed his surprise.
"Oh, Mr. Lin, hello, hello!" He Yuzhu rubbed his hands together, bowing and scraping.
"I'm from the next courtyard. My name is He Yuzhu, but you can just call me Shazhu."
"Why is your house so lively in the middle of the night?" He Yuzhu said, sniffing the air.
"Oh my, what delicious food have you made? It smells so good! My stomach is rumbling just from the smell."
He sniffed greedily, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the leftover food on the table.
Although there was only a little left, the enticing aroma made his mouth water.
He had never smelled anything so fragrant in his life!
Lin Fan looked at He Yuzhu's obsequious yet somewhat vulgar demeanor and was speechless.
Are they here to freeload again?
He had no interest in dealing with these ordinary neighbors.
"What do you need?" Lin Fan asked bluntly, his tone indifferent and devoid of any enthusiasm.
When Lin Fan asked He Yuzhu a question, the smile on his face froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered.
"Oh dear, Mr. Lin, what are you saying?"
"Isn't it true that you can't just come over for no reason?"
"It's mainly because of my sister Qin. She has a lot of children, and they don't have enough food."
"I was just thinking that your family, being so wealthy, certainly wouldn't be short of rice and flour..."
As He Yuzhu spoke, he handed the empty lunchbox in his hand forward, with a knowing look on his face.
Borrow rice? Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.
He found it somewhat amusing.
These people really are everywhere.
He glanced at the dining table, where Fang Qingxue was preparing to put the remaining food into the refrigerator.
Those leftovers were probably the most delicious food for He Yuzhu.
Lin Fan thought to himself, since these "beasts" have delivered themselves to his doorstep, he might as well "teach them a lesson" while he's at it.
Anyway, I'm just idling around.
"Borrowing rice, is that it?" Lin Fan's tone was flat, revealing no emotion.
He Yuzhu was secretly delighted, thinking that there was hope.
He nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, Mr. Lin! You see, my lunchbox is empty. I'll borrow some, and I'll definitely return it to you when I have some!"
Lin Fan didn't say anything. He stood up and walked to the kitchen.
Upon seeing this, Fang Qingxue immediately stopped tidying up and stood respectfully to the side.
Lin Fan grabbed a handful of rice from the rice container in the kitchen.
Each grain of rice was plump, translucent, and emitted a faint fragrance.
The rice in this rice jar is "spiritual rice" that Lin Fan received as a reward for signing in. He usually uses it to feed the chickens, ducks, fish, and insects in the yard, and occasionally he eats some himself.
He put the rice into He Yuzhu's lunchbox and handed it to him.
"That's all," Lin Fan said calmly.
"You've finished eating, don't come borrowing anymore."
He Yuzhu took the lunchbox, glanced at the pitifully few grains of rice inside, and immediately showed a disappointed expression.
He originally thought that Mr. Lin's house was so big that he would definitely be able to lend him a big bowl of rice, but he didn't expect that there was only this little bit.
What good is this?
He was a little annoyed, but dared not say it aloud, and could only nod with a forced laugh: "Oh, that's enough! Thank you, Mr. Lin! Thank you, Mr. Lin!"
He thought to himself, "This Mr. Lin looks respectable, but I didn't expect him to be so stingy."
This little bit of rice isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap in Sister Qin's family's mouth.
It seems that even wealthy families appear glamorous on the surface, but are actually quite stingy.
He Yuzhu muttered to himself, glancing again at the group of strangely dressed "foreigners" in the yard and the vegetable garden that exuded a strange fragrance, his curiosity burning intensely.
But he didn't dare ask any more questions and could only awkwardly take his leave.
"Mr. Lin, then I won't bother you any longer. I'll head back now," He Yuzhu said, turning and walking out.
Lin Fan watched his disappointed and somewhat disdainful back, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
These mortals are really... interesting.
He didn't say much and lay back down in the rocking chair.
Fang Qingxue walked over and asked softly, "Sir, are you really going to give him that spirit rice?"
She was a little puzzled. This spirit rice was a divine object containing boundless spiritual energy. Even just a few grains would be a transformative opportunity for mortals.
Did the gentleman just casually give it to that man who seemed to have ulterior motives?
Lin Fan, with his eyes closed, said lazily, "Otherwise what?"
"Are we going to let him eat our 'Ice Jade Snow Ginseng' like a snack?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingxue dared not ask any more questions.
She knew that her husband had his own reasons, but she just couldn't understand them yet.
She looked out into the yard, where Ares and Aiolia were still diligently picking up and sorting trash.
Zhang Sanfeng was carried into the side room by Old Wang, and he should recover soon.
The entire courtyard returned to its apparent tranquility.
However, in the neighboring yard, a storm was quietly brewing over these few grains of "spiritual rice".
When He Yuzhu returned home, Qin Huairu was anxiously waiting for him.
"Hey, Sha Zhu, how's it going? Did Mr. Lin lend you some rice?" Qin Huairu saw the lunchbox in He Yuzhu's hand and quickly went to greet him.
He Yuzhu handed her the lunchbox, saying with a displeased look, "I lent it to you, but there are only a few grains."
"This Mr. Lin has such a big yard, I never expected him to be so stingy!"
Qin Huairu took the lunchbox and was somewhat disappointed to see the pitifully few grains of rice inside.
But she still carefully poured the rice into the pot and cooked it into porridge with the only cornmeal left in the house.
"Well, something is better than nothing," Qin Huairu sighed.
Her impression of Lin Fan also diminished significantly.
In her opinion, such a large courtyard, with so many foreigners living there, must belong to wealthy people.
I never expected them to be so stingy with even a few grains of rice.
Banggeng, Xiaodang, and Huaihua, the three children, sat around the pot, smelling the aroma of the porridge, their stomachs rumbling.
"Mom, when can we eat? I'm starving!" Bang Geng cried out.
"Almost done," Qin Huairu said, scooping up a spoonful of porridge and tasting it.
Her eyes widened suddenly.
This porridge... smells so good!
Moreover, after drinking it, she felt warm all over.
The fatigue from a long day's work vanished instantly!
She scooped up another spoonful and tasted it carefully.
The taste of this porridge was more delicious than she had ever tasted in her life!
Moreover, she felt that her strength had returned quite a bit.
"Mom, hurry up and give me some!" Banggeng jumped up and down anxiously when he saw Qin Huairu in a daze.
Qin Huairu came to her senses and quickly served porridge to the children.
The children devoured the food, each letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Mom, this porridge is so delicious! I've never had such delicious porridge before!" Bang Geng's eyes lit up.
Xiao Dang and Huaihua nodded repeatedly.
He Yuzhu watched them eat so heartily and felt a little puzzled.
It's just cornmeal porridge, isn't it?
Is it really that delicious?
He scooped up a bowl for himself and took a sip.
"Hiss—!" He Yuzhu gasped in shock.
This porridge!
This porridge is simply divine!
Moreover, he felt that the back pain he had suffered from years of flipping woks had been significantly reduced!
I'm full of energy!
He suddenly remembered the few grains of rice Lin Fan had given him.
Could it be... that those few grains of rice?
He Yuzhu was immediately filled with remorse.
He had just thought Lin Fan was stingy, but he never expected that those few grains of rice were actually a treasure!
He was so busy complaining that he didn't even take a good look at the rice.
He looked into the lunchbox again, and saw that the few grains of rice had been poured out, leaving only a little bit of rice noodles.
He Yuzhu quickly dipped his finger in the mixture and put it in his mouth.
A refreshing fragrance exploded in my mouth and rushed straight to my head!
He immediately felt energized!
"Wow! This Mr. Lin is truly a master!" He Yuzhu slapped his thigh.
He felt both regret and surprise.
He's really met a benefactor this time!
He decided that he must go to Mr. Lin's house tomorrow to apologize properly, and also try to borrow more rice!
Meanwhile, in Lin Fan's courtyard house, Lin Fan had already fallen into a deep sleep.
He was unaware that because of his casual act of giving, the "beasts" in the neighboring yard had begun to have a completely different opinion of him.
A butterfly effect triggered by a few grains of "spiritual rice" is quietly taking place.