Chapter 65 Making Lightning Strike Wood
Jian Xiangdi came back from the underworld soon and joined Liang Zishu and others in their work. During this period, some ghosts came to pick up express delivery, but Yang Fan drove them to work in the mountains. .
At three o'clock in the morning, Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu returned to the inn with the working ghosts.
Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu are still four, and the other ghosts give them two fruits each.
When the ghosts got the fruit, every ghost was very happy, it was true! Come to Huangquan Station to work and you can get fruits!
Hahaha...they will come again next time!
"Webmaster, hasn't my salary been advanced?" Jian Xiangdi looked at the four strawberries on the table and scratched his head, but 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."
"If you want it, why don't you want it? Thank you, webmaster."
Avoid Jian Xiangdi was stupid and didn't want the fruit, so Liang Zishu hurriedly picked up the four strawberries on the table and stuffed them into his arms.
Jian Xiangdi looked at her blankly, and Liang Zishu winked at him hurriedly, "Why don't you want the things the boss gave you? How can you be too small for something like salary?"
Yang Fan pretended not to notice Liang Zishu's little move, "Just give them the express and get off work."
Liang Zishu: "Okay, boss."
Hehe~ I can get off work early again.
Jian Xiangdi silently put away the four fruits, secretly deciding in his heart that the stationmaster was so kind to them, and when he comes to work tomorrow night, he must work harder!
Liang Zishu cheerfully said to the ghosts outside who wanted to pick up the courier, "Come on, come on, I will pick up the courier for you."
The ghosts standing at the front handed their IDs to Liang Zishu and Jian Xiang Di, and then each got their express delivery.
When it was time to get to the next few ghosts, they refused to pick up the courier.
"Our express delivery will not be picked up today, but we will pick it up next time."
As long as this express delivery is not picked up, they can come again in five days, and they can come to the earth three times with one express delivery. There are only two chances left. When they come back to work, they will be able to get the fruit again.
Otherwise, they took away the express delivery this time, and I don’t know when they will receive the pickup information and come out next time.
It may be a few months, it may be a year or more. Now that there is a pickup information, you have to make good use of it.
After hearing their plans, the other ghosts who had already taken away the express had regretful expressions on their faces.
Had I known they would have come next time.
Yang Fan didn't say anything about their little plan. It was a good thing that someone was willing to actively work for her.
After the work was over, Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu said goodbye to Yang Fan and left.
Yang Fan continued to meditate. When four o'clock came, the computer sounded a prompt that it was time to get off work. The rolling shutter door closed automatically. The lights in the room were not turned off, but all the express delivery on the shelves disappeared, turning into empty shelves.
She did not move and continued to sit in the warehouse and meditate with her eyes closed until six o'clock in the morning. She came out of the warehouse with the little white tiger feeling refreshed.
After simply washing up and changing clothes, Yang Fan rode a tricycle and took the still sleepy little white tiger along the road to the mountains further inside, to the peach forest.
It is already June, and the peaches on the trees are gradually ripening.
The weeds in this fruit forest have not been cleared yet. The little white tiger opened the way in front, and Yang Fan followed behind. One man and one tiger walked around the mountain and found a peach tree that was about ten years old at the top of the mountain.
Yang Fan patted the peach tree and nodded with satisfaction.
"It's up to you."
The older the peach tree is, the better the effect of lightning strike wood will be.
This peach tree is already the oldest in this peach forest, and peach trees nourished by spiritual energy are more effective in making lightning wood.
The little white tiger pulled the trunk of the tree and signaled to Yang Fan that it wanted to eat peaches.
Yang Fan picked one and gave it to it.
The little white tiger held the peach, which was almost half a catty in size, with its two paws and opened its mouth to gnaw. The peach was juicy and sweet, and with the spiritual energy in the pulp, the taste was even more delicious.
The peaches on this tree are all ripe. Yang Fan first picked all the ripe fruits on the tree and transported them down the mountain and put them on a tricycle.
The little white tiger just lay on the tree and ate peaches. After eating, he hummed and asked Yang Fan for it. She picked the fruits by herself and carried them down the mountain, back and forth, and it took almost an hour to finish.
When all the fruits on the tree were picked, Yang Fan cut off the upper part of the peach tree and left the lower part to let it sprout again.
Yang Fan dragged the cut peach tree to the open space and raised his hand to draw a thunder talisman.
The sky thunder talisman attracts thunder, and you make a secret with both hands. Suddenly the sky changes color, and a thunder strikes straight down in the sky. After a burst of dazzling white light, there is a loud "bang" sound, and the ground is shaking.
The little white tiger was frightened and jumped directly onto Yang Fan's shoulders, holding her head tightly with its four paws.
Yang Fan: ...
She rolled her eyes speechlessly, this must be too bold.
Everything can scare it.
"Get down quickly, or I will blow you up."
Under her threat, the little white tiger reluctantly got off her and stood next to her.
Although this human being is fierce, he feels safe around her.
The old people in the village who had just woken up were startled when they heard the sudden thunder.
They looked at the beautiful weather outside with clear sky and confusion. How could there be thunder in such good weather?
Grandpa Li blurted out, "Old lady, could it be Yang Fan who is catching ghosts?"
Grandma Xu gave him a roll of her eyes, ignored his words, turned around and walked into the house to continue doing it. breakfast.
Really, what is this old man thinking about every day, what kind of ghost will appear in broad daylight, something wrong.
On the mountain, Yang Fan waited for a while. When the smoke dissipated, there was only a dark stick left where the peach tree had been.
She walked over and picked up the stick, which was about as long as her arm and about two centimeters in diameter.
After dancing twice casually, she felt the abundant spiritual power on the stick. She nodded with satisfaction. It was a good magic weapon.
As expected, the lightning strike wood made from peach trees nourished by spiritual energy is good.
She habitually wanted to put the stick on her lower back, but found that there was no belt around her waist, so she had no choice but to hold it in her hand.
"Let's go home."
The little white tiger followed her, one person and one tiger driving a tricycle home.
In Yang Fan, he first went to the backyard and threw some grass to feed the piglets, calves, chickens and ducks.
Breakfast was still done at Grandma Xu’s house. During breakfast, Grandpa Li asked Yang Fan, “Yang Fan, my old friend will be here soon, why don’t you go out today.”
Yang Fan: "I have to go to town, but I will be back in a short time. Just call me when I get there."
Yesterday, an aunt ordered some loquats, lychees, strawberries, bayberry and Cherry, ask her to be sent to town.
Grandpa Li: "Okay. I will ask him to find you when he arrives later."
"You can charge him as much as you should charge him then."
Yang Fan: "Okay."
After breakfast, Yang Fan first went to the village to find Li Wenlin and give him the 250,000 yuan for the rented land.
After I came back, I took the little white tiger to pick fruits.
While she was picking, the little white tiger was eating at the same time. The little white tiger couldn't eat much. After eating a few fruits, he couldn't eat anymore and lay down on the ground to sleep.
Looking at it lying on the ground with its belly spread out, Yang Fan smiled and shook his head and continued to pick fruits.
At noon, a black Rolls-Royce drove into the village, and the car drove all the way to the door of Grandpa Li's house and stopped.
(End of this chapter)