went to the nearby store to buy a bag of bags, and asked for a piece of cardboard. He used a brush pen to write on it: Shangyuan Village Premium Apricots, fifty yuan per jin.She then slipped the card...Yang Fan was already quick, and with Li Wenlin's help, the two quickly finished weaving the bamboo stool and fence.
Li Wenlin also helped him put up the fence before leaving.
The backyard behind the house was divided into three areas by a fence. One area was piled with weeds cleared from the mountain, one area was for the chicks to run around in, and a small area was for the ducklings.
After they were separated, she let the ducklings and chicks that had been kept in a cage go free to roam around.
Just now, the little white tiger who had been hiding at home all along finally came out for a stroll. Seeing the chicks and ducklings released in the yard, it was somewhat excited and wanted to jump in and play with them.
Hee hee~ Fresh little chicks and ducklings, one bite each.
His body suddenly leaped up, and then—his neck was pinched again.
...
It angrily swatted with its little paws in protest, but Yang Fan remained expressionless as he held it up for a lesson. "These chicks and ducklings are raised by me for my own consumption. If you dare to eat them or kill them, I will stew you."
The little white tiger instantly became obedient, running towards Yang Fan with a flattering smile.
Yang Fan let out a mocking laugh, wickedly swinging it in the air. “Go on, go on.”
The little white tiger swayed helplessly in the air, its small eyes filled with sorrow. Those hateful humans only know how to bully it!
When the white tiger grows up, it will roar and eat her!
Yang Fan saw the defiance in its eyes, "Do you still want to eat me"
She clicked her tongue, "You're so dangerous. How about I eat you first What do you say, braised or stewed"
Braised!
No, no!
The little white tiger shook its little head vigorously out of fright. It was not edible, so don't eat it!
Its small reaction was quite interesting, Yang Fan couldn't help but want to tease it some more. Suddenly, someone spoke behind him.
"Master, are you here"
It is Wu Zhenghao, he is walking toward Yang Fan.
Hearing the sound of a stranger, the white tiger's first reaction was to run, but it was still held in Yang Fan's hand. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't escape.
"Ouch! Let me down, someone's coming!"
Yang Fan not only didn't let go of it, but hugged it tightly in his arms, "Why are you running away"
Little white tiger: Run, run, humans are scary!
It writhed restlessly, eager to escape. Suddenly, a warm and strong hand rested on its spine, soothing it with gentle strokes.
Seeing its fear, Yang Fan sighed helplessly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
With her around, could anyone still bully it
It was strange, but as Yang Fan comforted her, the agitated little white tiger gradually calmed down, but its small paws held onto his clothes tightly.
"Master..." Wu Zhenghao walked over and saw the white tiger in Yang Fan's arms, he paused for a moment, "Master, you still have a kitten This cat is so pretty."
Its fluffy white fur is irresistible to the touch.
But this cat... it doesn't look quite like a cat, does it
Wu Zhenghao looked carefully at the white tiger in Yang Fan's arms. The more he looked, the more he felt it was like... a real tiger.
I'm not sure, let me take a look.
He kept staring at the white tiger like that, and it felt uneasy. It struggled to burrow into Yang Fan's arms, whimpering "~" It was scared.
"It doesn't like strangers staring at it like that," Yang Fan said, still soothing the white tiger in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhenghao, his gaze carrying a hint of authority and unwavering conviction, his voice remaining calm. "Staring at it like that is somewhat rude."
Wu Zhenghao came back to his senses and noticed the other person's displeasure. He immediately shifted his gaze and apologized.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I just think you're a very pretty little cat."
Knowing the other party meant no harm, Yang Fan didn't let go and asked, "What do you want from me"
Wu Zhenghao explained his purpose, "I'm here to buy talisman paper. My mom and sister just ordered some from you earlier, so I came to pick them up and pay."
"Alright, I'll draw it for you now."
She remembered that Grandma Wu and the others had ordered seven sheets of paper for blessings.
Yang Fan walked into the house with the white tiger cub in her arms. The cub snuggled in her embrace, its little head tilted up drowsily, its gaze fixed on her smooth jawline.
As if aware, she lowered her head to glance at it, a faint smile playing on her lips, gently stroking its little head.
The little white tiger stared blankly at Yang Fan, thinking to himself, "This human is actually quite good."
Grandma Wu was waiting in the front yard, and when she saw that she was holding a white tiger cub in her arms, her eyes lit up. The master's pet is really cute.
"Master, your cat..." She opened her mouth to compliment Yang Fan's cat for being pretty, but Wu Zhenghao, who was following behind, interrupted her and gave her a wink.
"Mom, the master's cat is shy."
Grandma Wu, receiving his look, remained silent.
Yang Fan's gaze swept over Grandma Wu for a moment, then he walked into the house with the white tiger cub. There was still quite a bit of yellow paper that Sun Ping had given her last time, so she took out the yellow paper and ink from the cabinet.
Seeing her operate with one hand, Wu Zhenghao helpfully spread out the yellow paper on the table for her.
Yang Fan held a white tiger in his left hand and a brush dipped in ink in his right. With flowing strokes, he completed the talisman on the yellow paper in one go.
This is the second time Wu Zhenghao has seen Yang Fan draw talismans, but Wu's grandmother is seeing it for the first time, her eyes full of disbelief.
She thought that the master's paintings required bathing, changing clothes, setting up an altar and chanting incantations. Unexpectedly, the other party just took out yellow paper and started painting.
Although surprised by Yang Fan's careless brushwork, as her pen fell, Grandma Wu felt a shift in the other person's aura. The runes she painted faintly shimmered with gold.
With the last stroke complete, the brush was lifted. A golden light flashed across the talisman script on the yellow paper, the symbols writhing and dancing as if alive.
Grandma Wu: Amazing!
Without her needing to signal, Wu Zhenghao by the side carefully reached out with both hands and took over the drawn talisman. Yang Fan immediately drew a second one.
Six Dao An Shen Fu, a talisman for peace of mind, was quickly drawn.
Yang Fan carefully stacked the talisman papers into triangular shapes, while Wu Zhenghao took out lucky bags from his bag and put seven talisman papers into seven separate lucky bags.
When he arrived, he knew they were going to buy paper offerings, so he specially went to Sun Ping's place to buy some small lucky bags.
Yang Fan stared intently as he put the talisman paper into the small lucky bag, pondering whether he should buy some of these lucky bags for himself too.
I wouldn't say they are that bad looking.
Of the seven talismans, Grandma Wu left two: one for herself and one for Wu Chenxi.
She told Wu Zhenghao, “Send these two calming talismans to your aunt and second aunt. Take this one back to your father. This one is for Chenxi to send to her friend.”
Wu Zhenghao remembered everything one by one.
"Who is this amulet being sent to" he asked.
Grandma Wu said, "This one is for Qingqing. You can send it to Qingqing together."
"Qingqing" Wu Zhenghao reacted after a second, realizing that Grandma Wu was talking about his cousin who was a pilot.
Wu Zhenghao: "Good."
"Grandma Wu looked at Yang Fan again, "Master, let's buy some more fruit."
Also send them some delicious fruits.
"OK, you go pick them."
The mother and son picked some fruit on the mountain before leaving. In the end, Yang Fan earned a total of 700,000 and 3 yuan after adding the money for the talisman paper.ao's face flushed red and white as he retorted, "You're talking nonsense. I have absolutely nothing to do with this young woman."Wang Jiandé let out a vague chuckle, "Who knows what kind of relationsh...