Chapter Thirty-Four: Grandma Wu Wants to Calculate Her Daugh

nds in the yard became louder.At that moment, the door of the small house creaked open, and Yang Fan strode out, radiating an aura of menace. The courtyard was dark as ink, and she stood bathed in li...The Wu family picked three bags of loquats, one bag of lychees, one bag of longan, one bag of cherries, and a small bag of strawberries. They still wanted to pick other fruits because there were so many kinds of fruit on the mountain, but they only had so much energy and time, so they could only pick this much.

Xiao Lin filled the Mulberry bag with things all by herself. Inside, there were not only loquats but also some other kinds of fruit.

Each of them had a look of anticipation on their faces, waiting for the weigh-in.

Yang Fan weighed all the fruits according to the price of sixty-one jin per kilogram. The Wu family's total weight was thirty-two jin. Xiao Lin's bag from a certain Mo household weighed almost six jin.

The Wu family's thirty-two jin of fruit cost 1920 yuan because they picked it themselves. Yang Fan only charged them 1800 yuan.

Xiao Lin's portion, Yang Fan calculated five kilograms for her and only charged her 300 yuan. Seeing that there was still some space in her bag, he let her fill it up with the loquats from the loquat tree in the yard.

Xiao Lin was very happy, "Thank you, Boss Yang!"

There was still room in her bag to fit more than a jin of loquats.

Mr. Yang is so generous, giving away so many loquats just like that!

The Wu family members were also very impressed with Yang Fan's generous actions. Zhang Shn and Grandma Xu looked on with sympathy, "So much money, just given away like that."

Once the fruit is ready, they can freely enjoy the fruit they brought.

Xiaolin is young and energetic. She ran all over the mountain, her bag filled with a variety of fruits: loquats, cherries, plums, peaches, Chinese dates, and even a dragon fruit.

If she sees it, she picks the ripe fruit.

Yang Fan's home has a water tap in the yard, so they washed the fruit with that water and ate it directly. Each kind was delicious, making them praise again and again.

Looking at their excited and happy expressions, Yang Fan smiled slightly. How could fruit grown by spiritual energy not be delicious

After eating fruit, they finally started talking about the important reason why they came to find her.

Wu Zhenghao and Yang Fan said: "Mr. Yang, I want to buy more of your loquats."

Yang Fan asked him, "How much do you want"

Wu Zhenghao said, "I want all of them."

He explained his situation to her.

Wu Zhenghao is a senior TCM physician. His father, Wu Bohan, is a national physician.

The Wu family has a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, and the director is Wu Zhenghao.

His family's TCM clinic already had some proprietary Chinese medicines sold on the market. Yang Fan wanted to buy all of his family's loquats to make loquat paste for sale.

And not only were the loquats good, she had all sorts of other fruits too, and they all looked great.

Other fruits, such as pears, apples, strawberries, watermelons, cherries, lemons, grapes, lychees, and so on, also have medicinal value.

Wu Zhenghao changed his approach, "I'd like to talk about a long-term partnership with you. I want to buy all the fruit your farm produces."

Yang Fan shook his head. "No."

Rather than having these fruits mixed with other things and processed into medicine through technology, she hopes they will be eaten in their most original state.

After all, this is the best way to absorb the spiritual energy inside. If it were made into medicine, it would greatly diminish the effects of the fruit.

It's okay if she buys some fruits to make medicine, but it's not okay for Wu Zhenghao to want all of her fruits.

Wu Zhenghao was stunned. He didn't expect her to refuse him so directly.

He asked, "Have you already got any partners"

Yang Fan shook his head. "There are no business partners, but I won't sell all my fruit to you for medicine."

“If my fruits were made into medicine, they would be much less effective.”

"But if you really insist, I can sell some to you."

Wu Zhenghao was puzzled. "But these fruits are already ripe. If we can't sell them in the short term, they will all go bad. Not only will it be a waste, but you'll also lose money."

Fruits, once ripe, will spoil if not sold quickly.

Yang Fan said calmly, "You don't need to worry about that. I have my own way of selling it."

Wu Bohan, who had been silent on the sidelines, finally spoke up. "Mr. Yang, you know medicine too"

Those gentle eyes, bearing the sharpness of time, stared intently at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan looked back at him, his expression calm. "I don't understand medicine."

She had no talent in medicine. Even when she was at Sanqing Palace, her fellow disciples, both senior and junior, had already learned alchemy and pharmacology, but she couldn't even distinguish herbs.

She often got punished by the master for mistaking herbs, and over time, the master realized she only had a talent for fortune-telling and drawing talismans, but no aptitude for medicine. So he simply gave up on teaching her medical arts.

Although she doesn't understand medicine, she understands spiritual fruits.

The fruit itself, including the skin and flesh, is imbued with spiritual energy. If they were to be used for medicinal purposes, not only would the utilization rate of the fruit be low, but during the processing, additional chemical pharmaceuticals would be added, which would significantly diminish the spiritual energy within the fruit.

The effect is far worse than eating fruit directly.

I don't understand medicine, but I understand the fruit I grow.

Since she had already said so, Wu Bohan and his son did not say much.

She said the loquat paste doesn't have a good effect from the loquat itself. They will verify this when they return.

Grandma Wu walked over, "Master, I heard you can tell fortunes. I want to ask you to calculate mine."

Zhang's aunt looked bewildered. Yang Master Fortune-telling

But Grandma Xu perked up at the sound of this.

"Yang Fan is so amazing, she's really accurate with her calculations, and the talismans she draws are very effective!"

She vividly recounted the story of her grandson, Li Kangping.

"If it weren't for Yang Fan, my grandson would be finished."

"Master Yang is amazing!" Grandma Wu looked at Yang Fan with even more trust in her eyes.

Wu Zhenghao: ... It's really quite like babysitting.

Then Xiao Lin, who was picking loquats behind them, came over and said, "I want to ask the master to calculate for me too.”

Wu Zhenghao: I told you she came to Yang Fan for fortune-telling.

"Aren't you Yang Fan's friend" Grandma Xu looked surprised.

Xiaolin smiled sheepishly. She didn't mean to deceive her.

"Sure, one thousand yuan per divination."

Yang Fan's eyes fell on Grandma Wu, "You want to calculate your daughter's marriage fate, right"

Wow! She hasn't even said what she wants to calculate yet!

Grandma Wu nodded excitedly, and she hurriedly took out pictures of her daughter and future son-in-law from her pocket along with their birthdates.

"Master, can you tell me if my daughter and her boyfriend are a good match"

They're getting married soon, but I just can't shake this feeling of unease.

Wu Zhenghao was surprised for a second by the things his mother had prepared. The preparation was quite complete.

Grandma Wu had also consulted a fortune teller before and naturally knew what materials were needed for such an occasion.

Wu Bohan looked at Yang Fan curiously, how did she calculate itper, brushes, ink, cinnabar, etc., and go back to draw talismans themselves.Whenever those people came to buy things, Sun Zheng would strongly recommend this cinnabar, swindling them into using this t...