eight thirty in the morning, Li Kangping went to work as usual. His home and workplace were not too far apart, so he rode a shared bicycle to work every day. It was environmentally friendly, low-carbo...Jian Xiangdi quickly returned from the underworld and joined Liang Zishu and the others in their work. During this time, some ghosts came to collect express deliveries and were all sent by Yang Fan to do work on the mountain.
At three o'clock in the morning, Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishou led the busy ghosts back to the relay station.
Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu still received four each, while the other ghosts got two fruits as reward.
When the ghosts got the fruit, each ghost was very happy, it's true! Working at Huangquan Station allows you to get fruit!
Haha... they'll be back next time!
"Director, wasn't my salary already paid in advance" Jian Xiangdi looked at the four strawberries on the table and scratched his head. He didn't dare to take them.
Yang Fan opened his eyes and glanced at him, "If you don't want it, just give it back to me."
"I want, I want, I want, how can I not want it, thank you stationmaster."
To prevent Jian Xiang from making a fool of himself and not getting the strawberries, Liang Zi Shu hurriedly picked up the four strawberries on the table and stuffed them into his arms.
Jian Xiangdi stared blankly at her. Liang Zishu hurriedly winked at him. How could you refuse something the boss gave you Wages are something you can't be picky about.
Yang Fan pretended not to see Liang Zishu's little move, “Just give the express delivery to them and you can go off work.”
Liang Zi Shu: "Good, boss."
Haha! Looks like I can leave work early again.
Jian Xiangdi silently picked up the four fruits, and secretly decided in his heart that since the stationmaster had been so kind to them, he must work even harder tomorrow night!
Liang Zishu grinned and said to the ghosts outside who were waiting for their delivery, "Come on over, I'll get your deliveries."
The few ghosts at the front handed their ID cards to Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi, then each received their express delivery.
When it came to the next few ghosts, they refused to take the delivery.
"Our courier will not pick up today, next time will come to pick up."
As long as this courier doesn't pick up the package, in five days they can come again. One courier gets three chances to come to the human world, and there are two left. When they come back then to do their work, they can get the fruit again.
Otherwise, they took away the delivery this time, and next time who knows when we'll be able to get a notification about picking it up. It's really inconvenient to have to make another trip out.
It could be a few months, it could be a year, or even longer. Now that we have a pick-up information, we should make the most of it.
The other ghosts who had already taken the express delivery listened to their plan, and each ghost's face showed an expression of regret.
I wish they had known to come next time.
As for their little scheme, Yang Fan didn't say anything. It was a good thing that ghosts were willing to work actively for her.
When work was finished, Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu, the two ghosts, bid farewell to Yang Fan and left.
Yang Fan continued to meditate. At 4:00, the computer beeped, signaling the end of work time. The roll-up door automatically closed. The lights in the room remained on, but all the parcels on the shelves had vanished, leaving empty shelves behind.
She didn't move and continued sitting in the warehouse, closing her eyes to meditate until 6:00 am. Feeling refreshed, she walked out of the warehouse with the white tiger cub.
After a quick wash and change of clothes, Yang Fan mounted his tricycle with the still groggy little white tiger and rode along the road towards the mountains deeper inside. They reached the peach grove.
Now that it is June, the peaches on the trees are gradually ripening.
This orchard's weeds haven't been cleared yet. The white tiger led the way, and Yang Fan followed behind. The man and the tiger wandered around the mountain for a while before finding a peach tree that was about ten years old at the summit.
Yang Fan patted the peach tree and nodded in satisfaction.
It's you.
The longer the lifespan of the peach tree, the better the effect of lightning wood made from it.
This peach tree is the oldest in this peach grove, and because it was nurtured by spiritual energy, a lightning rod made from it will be even more effective.
The little white tiger clawed at the tree trunk, motioning to Yang Fan that it wanted to eat peaches.
Yang Fan picked a grape and ate it.
The little white tiger held a half-pound peach in its two paws and bit into it. The peach juice was sweet and plentiful, and with the spiritual energy on the flesh, the taste was absolutely delicious.
The peaches on this tree are all ripe. Yang Fan first picked all the ripe fruit from the tree and transported them down the mountain in a tricycle.
The little white tiger was lying in the tree eating peaches. After finishing, it hummed and chirped, asking Yang Fan for more.
She picked the fruit by herself and brought it down the mountain. Back and forth, she did this for almost an hour before finishing.
When all the fruits from the tree were picked, Yang Fan chopped off the upper half of the peach tree's trunk, leaving the lower half to sprout again.
Yang Fan dragged the felled peach tree to the open ground and raised his hand to draw a Heaven Thunder Talisman.
Heavenly Thunder Talisman summons lightning, with both hands forming seals. In an instant, the sky darkens with swirling clouds, and a bolt of thunder strikes down from above. A blinding flash of light is followed by a deafening boom that shakes the ground.
The little white tiger was so startled that it jumped directly onto Yang Fan's shoulders, its four paws tightly clutching her head.
Yang Fan: ...
She rolled her eyes silently. This person is such a scaredy-cat.
Everything can frighten it.
"Come down here quickly, or I'll blow you up!"
Under her threat, the white tiger unwillingly got down from her and stood beside her.
Although this human may seem intimidating, she feels safe around them.
The elderly villagers, who had just woken up, were startled by the sudden clap of thunder.
They stared out at the clear blue sky in bewilderment, wondering how there could be thunder on such a beautiful day.
"Wife," Li Grandpa blurted out, "Could it be Yang Fan catching ghosts"
Grandma Xu gave him a withering look, ignored his words, and turned to go back into the house to continue making breakfast.
It's really something, this old geezer keeps thinking about all sorts of things day in and day out. What kind of ghost would appear in broad daylight He's got a screw loose.
On the mountain, Yang Fan waited for a while until the smoke cleared. Where the peach tree had been, there was only a black stick left.
She walked over and picked up the stick, which was about as long as her arm and roughly two centimeters in diameter.
She danced with it randomly a couple of times, feeling the abundant spiritual energy flowing from the staff. She nodded in satisfaction; it was a pretty good magic weapon.
As expected, the thunderbolt wood made from a peach tree nourished by spiritual energy is excellent.
She habitually wanted to put the stick behind her waist, but she found there was no belt on her waist. Unable to do anything else, she could only hold it in her hand.
Let's go home.
The little white tiger followed behind her, and the two of them drove a tricycle home.
Before Yang Fan went to the backyard to feed the piglets, calves and ducklings some grass.
Breakfast was still solved at Grandma Xu's house. When eating breakfast, Grandpa Li asked Yang Fan, "Yang Fan, my old friend will be here soon, you don't go out today, right"
Yang Fan: "I'm going out to the town. I won't be gone for long, just call me when you get there."
Yesterday, an aunt ordered some loquats and lychees as well as strawberries, blackcurrants, and cherries. She asked us to deliver them to the town.
"Alright. When people arrive, I'll have him find you."
"Then you should charge him whatever amount he's willing to pay."
Yang Fan: "Good."
After breakfast, Yang Fan went to the village first to find Li Wenlin and gave him 250,000 yuan for the rented land.
After coming back, I went to pick fruit with the little white tiger.
She picked, while the little white tiger ate on the side. It was so small and couldn't eat much; after eating a few fruits, it would be full and lie on the ground to sleep.
Seeing it lie on the ground with its belly exposed, Yang Fan laughed and shook his head before continuing to pick fruit.
At noon, a black Rolls Royce drove into the village and stopped in front of Grandpa Li's house.snuck off to another area. Seeing the lychees on the tree, infused with spiritual energy, a greedy look spread across his face.These fruits all belong to him!He reached for the fruit with excitement,...