Chapter 137 This money is for the village
The news that Yang Fan found a huge Ganoderma lucidum in the mountains quickly spread throughout the village.

Everyone ran to Grandma Xu's house to watch the fun and gathered around the basin-sized Ganoderma lucidum.

Grandpa Wu squatted in front of the large pile of Ganoderma lucidum, his face was excited, and he kept exclaiming, "Good Ganoderma lucidum, this Ganoderma lucidum is really great!"

He is an expert in Chinese medicine and knows a lot about products. This Ganoderma lucidum is of better quality than any other Ganoderma lucidum he has seen on the market.

"This is Ganoderma lucidum, why is it so big?" Aunt Zhang asked curiously.

She had only seen Ganoderma lucidum on TV, but had never seen the real thing. Aren’t the Ganoderma lucidum shown on TV all small? Why was this Ganoderma lucidum so big?
Fu Cancan took the result of her search on her phone and said to Aunt Zhang, "This is a giant Ganoderma lucidum."

"So it's this kind of Ganoderma..." Aunt Zhang's eyes moved back and forth between her phone and the Ganoderma, "The Ganoderma on this phone doesn't look as good as Yang Fan's."

Of course they are different. Those are ordinary Ganoderma lucidum. The Ganoderma lucidum that Yang Fan found has spiritual energy. Even if ordinary people cannot see the existence of spiritual energy, they can tell from the appearance that the quality of her Ganoderma lucidum is very good.

Many other people had never seen this kind of Ganoderma lucidum, and they took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Luo Cheng sighed as he took the photos, "Luckily we're not leaving until tomorrow."

If I left today, I wouldn't be able to see such a good thing.

He had seen a lot of Ganoderma lucidum, but none as good as this one, so he wanted to buy it.

Before he could ask Yang Fan if he wanted to sell it, Han Musen spoke first, "Master, are you selling this Ganoderma lucidum?"

He said with great wealth, "Master, I want to buy your Ganoderma lucidum. You can pay whatever you want."

Wang Dequan looked at Han Musen, who happened to be looking at him. The two men looked at each other, and the latter smiled at him and said, "Sir, this Ganoderma lucidum will go to the one who pays the highest price."

Faced with his provocation, Wang Dequan just smiled slightly. The young man was really impatient. The traditional Chinese medicine master Wu was here. How could he snatch the Ganoderma lucidum from him?

Grandpa Wu was brought back to reality by his words. He was a little slow to react and said hurriedly, "Master, I want to buy this Ganoderma lucidum!"

He must buy such good medicinal herbs.

Everyone's eyes turned to Yang Fan.

"I'm selling it to you. It's one thousand per pound." Yang Fan said, "This Ganoderma lucidum weighs sixteen pounds."

She didn't need to weigh it, she knew how much the Ganoderma lucidum weighed just by holding it in her arms.

The price of Ganoderma lucidum on the market is more than two hundred but less than three hundred per pound. This one is a wild giant Ganoderma lucidum nourished by spiritual energy. Its medicinal value is many times better than other Ganoderma lucidum. This price is not excessive, right?

Wu Bohan nodded repeatedly and said yes, such good Ganoderma lucidum was not expensive at one thousand yuan per pound, he was getting a bargain.

Since the master specifically designated the old man to be sold the Ganoderma lucidum, Han Musen did not offer to pay a higher price. He looked at Wu Bohan and felt that the old man looked familiar, but he could not remember who he was for a moment.

One thousand and one jin, sixteen jin, that's sixteen thousand yuan.

Grandpa Wu happened to have some cash with him, and he gave the money to Yang Fan immediately.

Yang Fan received 16,000 yuan and immediately gave the money to Li Wenlin.

"Uncle Wenlin, I'll give you this money. Please find someone to renovate the exteriors of the houses in the village. If the money is not enough, I'll make up for it."

Many houses in the village have peeling walls, and many uninhabited houses have mold marks on their exterior walls. The village is sparsely populated to begin with, and with houses like these, the whole village looks desolate and dilapidated.

Li Wenlin was stunned for a moment, then he smiled with relief. He took the money readily and said, "No problem, I will definitely get this done."

He has been thinking about this matter these past two days. If the village wants to develop, the exteriors of these houses must first be repainted. Otherwise, when tourists see the houses in this state, they will definitely not want to live there, which will affect development.

But painting the houses costs money, and the village committee has no money. If the villagers are asked to do it themselves, they will definitely not be happy. Besides, there are not many houses with people at home, and even if there are people at home, they are all elderly people, so they have no say in such matters.

He was worrying about how to deal with this matter, and now Yang Fan took the initiative to help the village solve this problem. Li Wenlin was very moved. Yang Fan is such a good kid!
The other non-local people admired Yang Fan even more. They thought that the master had a broad mind and even when he became rich he still cared about the people in the village.

The people in the village didn't expect that Yang Fan would use the money to renovate the houses in the village. Everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

After a long while, Aunt Zhang spoke up, "Yang Fan, how can we let you pay for our house?"

Grandma Xu disagreed, "It's not easy for a child like you to earn money, why do it for us? If we want to repaint the house, we will pay for it ourselves."

Grandma Zhou nodded repeatedly. Yes, how could she be asked to pay for them to build a house?

Grandma Yang also wanted to say that Yang Fan didn't need to give her money, but someone touched her from behind. She turned around and saw that the person standing behind her was Grandpa Yang.

Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang are cousins, and the former gave her a look.

The forest where Yang Fan picked up the Ganoderma lucidum belonged to the Wang family, not Yang Fan's family, and Yang Fan only rented the land on the mountainside, not the forest on the top.

Besides, they helped deal with Yang Xiuwen’s funeral, so this money should be given to them.

Grandma Yang had a simple mind and did not understand what his eyes meant. She moved her lips and wanted to ask him why he was poking her, but Yang Fan in front of her spoke again.

"I picked up this Ganoderma lucidum in the mountains. It belongs to the village, so I should give the money to everyone."

Hearing what Yang Fan said, Grandpa Yang nodded with satisfaction. Yes, that’s how it is.

Suddenly, his eyes inadvertently met Yang Fan's gaze, and the satisfied expression on his face froze.

Her eyes were deep, as if she could see through what he was thinking, which made him feel uneasy.

In just a moment, she withdrew her gaze, so quickly that it seemed as if it was just an illusion.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Okay, let's put it this way. I'll trouble Uncle Wenlin to take care of this matter."

Li Wenlin: "Don't worry, I will definitely get it done!"

After the work was done, Yang Fan went home without saying a few words.

On the way back, she kept feeling that she had forgotten something.

"Awoo~" Suddenly a howl came from the backpack.

Yang Fan suddenly remembered that she had forgotten something, and Lao Hei was still tied in the backpack.

She hurriedly put down the backpack and untied the vines on the little white tiger. After being freed, it immediately jumped out of the backpack.

Because I stood for too long, my hind legs were sore and I almost fell to the ground. I walked unsteadily.

It looked up at Yang Fan with eyes full of resentment.

Human, you actually forgot about Lord White Tiger and took so long to let me out.

Yang Fan smiled and patted its head, "Sorry, there were so many people around just now that I accidentally forgot."

Humph~ Since you apologize, I will reluctantly forgive you.

The little white tiger turned around proudly and ran into the yard happily.

Now that there was nothing he had forgotten, Yang Fan walked into the yard with confidence.

At this time, on the mountain, the four people picking mushrooms were still staring at the direction where Yang Fan had just left.

When will the master (boss) come down?