Chapter 200 Sun Ping is here
When it was almost time for dinner in the afternoon, Sun Ping came in, smiling happily, "Master, I sold a few more of the talismans you gave me last time!"

He handed Yang Fan a card with a total of 2.08 million on it. Five amulets were sold, one for 600,000, and four for 500,000 each.

Apart from his commission, the remaining 2.08 million is all in the card.

It is true that you can earn a lot by following the right master. In such a short period of time, he has earned hundreds of thousands.

"I came to see you. First, I came to give you some money. Second, I came to see you about the matter I mentioned before."

Sun Ping said frankly, "I conveyed your intention to the other party last time, but the other party asked you to come to his house to help him solve the problem."

He looked around, held up two fingers, and lowered his voice, "The other party said that if you are willing to come to his house and help him solve the problem, he will give you this amount after the matter is completed."

"Give me 200 million," Yang Fan nodded his chin. This price was quite tempting. "I can consider it."

"It's not 200 million," Sun Ping laughed awkwardly. The man didn't have that much money. "It's just 2 million."

"..."

"It's just two million and you're talking so loudly," Yang Fan rolled his eyes speechlessly and pointed at her with his fingers. She thought it was two hundred million, what a waste of expression.

"I'm so busy, I don't have time to make this trip just for his two million."

She is very busy day and night, and two million will delay her work.

Sun Ping chuckled twice, "I also think the price is a bit low. Please tell me a price so I can talk to him."

The master could make several hundred yuan just by selling talismans casually. These two million were indeed too little, and he was a little embarrassed to say it out loud.

Yang Fan also gave him two fingers in return, "20 million, tell him to bring the money with him when he comes to see me."

The price is 20 million and the other party has to come in person.

Sun Ping did not question Yang Fan's words. The master's words were the truth. He was just a messenger anyway.

The matter was discussed and the dishes for Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin were prepared. Yan Qing and Tang Yuanyuan moved the table, set up the stools, and served the dishes. They worked quickly and efficiently.

Sun Ping was watching from the side and sighed in his heart. Others were willing to pay a lot of money to hire Master Yan Qing, but he actually worked in this small village. Who would believe this if he told others?

"Boss Sun, have you eaten?" Yang Fan asked.

Sun Ping looked at the delicious dishes on the table and swallowed his saliva. "I haven't eaten yet."

Even a simple cabbage and tofu soup smells so delicious, and the chicken, I think it’s spicy chicken, and the ginger duck... The food at the master’s house is really good.

"If you haven't eaten yet, then stay and eat with us," Yang Fan greeted enthusiastically, "Yuanyuan, get chopsticks and a bowl for Boss Sun."

Sun Ping smiled a little embarrassedly, "How can I feel embarrassed about this?"

Although he said he was sorry, he sat down honestly. "Then I'll just eat something simple. I can't eat much."

"You're welcome. Eat more. It's just a home-cooked meal."

Sun Ping took the bowl handed to him by Tang Yuanyuan with both hands, said thank you several times, and sat down. After Yang Fan and the others started to use their chopsticks, he started to use his chopsticks and picked up a piece of chicken closest to him.

The meat is tender, melts in your mouth, spicy and delicious, making you linger.

Um! tasty!

He had eaten a lot of spicy chicken, but he had never eaten such delicious spicy chicken, it was so delicious that it made his soul leave his body.

He tried several other dishes: duck with young ginger, stir-fried mushrooms, stir-fried beans, and cabbage and tofu soup. Each one was delicious, better than the dishes cooked by chefs in other restaurants.

Not only is it delicious, but the portion size of each dish is also very generous.

"Master, the dishes cooked by these two girls in your family are really delicious!" Sun Ping praised.

After being praised, chefs Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin showed satisfied smiles on their faces.

Now with the addition of Yan Qing and Tang Yuanyuan, they don’t have much work to do every day, so they just focus on figuring out what delicious meals to cook for three meals.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Yang Fan said as he ate. Sun Ping nodded vigorously. It was very delicious.

"Scan the code. This meal costs 200 yuan. Each person scans and they get 100 yuan."

Sun Ping: “???”

Xiao Lin and Fu Cancan were already used to it and immediately showed the QR code for payment.

Sun Ping stared at Yang Fan blankly. Wasn't this meal an invitation for him? Why did he have to pay for it?

Yang Fan urged, "Sweep it, don't delay your meal."

"..."Sun Ping took out his mobile phone, scanned the code and paid 100 yuan each time, feeling very painful.

"Don't think I'm charging you too much. What you eat are the chickens and ducks raised by my family, and the cabbages are from the fields. They are all natural and pollution-free vegetables. Just be happy if I charge you 200 yuan," said Yang Fan.

"And he was dining at the same table with Taoist Master Yanqing from Sanqing Palace."

Yan Qing paused, turned his head and looked at Yang Fan. He felt like he was being manipulated by a yin and yang.

Yang Fan gave him a look back without any emotion. This is a compliment to you.

Yan Qing stared at her for a few seconds before turning his head, as if to confirm the truthfulness of her words.

Tang Yuanyuan ate in silence. He was just an ordinary disciple of Sanqing Palace and was not worth much. Besides, the Grand Master had not asked him to pay for the meal. He could not speak and remind the Grand Master of this matter.

With that said, Sun Ping didn't seem to think it was expensive anymore. After all, many people spent a lot of money but still couldn't have a meal with Taoist Master Yan Qing.

Everyone enjoyed the meal very much. After the meal, Sun Ping wanted to buy 20 kilograms of fruit, and he also wanted to buy a few ducks.

His family members all like to eat braised duck and want to buy some to make braised duck.

"I only have a few ducks, and they're not enough for me to eat. I won't sell them!"

Yang Fan refused him, "But there are other families in our village that raise ducks. I'll take you to buy some."

Grandma Yang's family raises ducks. She can't do heavy work because of her legs, and her family likes to eat ducks, so she has been raising ducks. In addition to feeding them to her family, she occasionally sells a duck to make some money.

Before, she saw Fu Yonghui's family bought a lot of chickens to raise, and thought that when there were more people in the village in the future, it would be easier to sell ducks.

She also bought a lot of ducklings to raise. When Wu Chenxi and his family lived here before, they had bought ducks from Grandma Yang's house.

Yang Fan took Sun Ping to Grandma Yang's house. At this time, Grandma Yang's family had just finished dinner.

The family sat in the yard and chatted.

Grandma Yang's husband, Grandpa Zhao, son Zhao Cheng, and granddaughter Zhao Jiajia were sitting in the yard.

There was also Grandpa Yang, who was bored at home, chatting with them in the yard.

Looking at the demolished house that originally belonged to Zhao Hai in the distance, Zhao Cheng sighed, "Brother Zhao Shu sold the house. When I return to the village in the future, I won't even have a place to stay."

"If Zhao Shu has money in the future, he can buy another piece of land and rebuild it," said Grandpa Zhao, smoking a pipe and swaying with his legs crossed, his expression indescribably relaxed and comfortable. "His land is not good, so it's better to sell it."

The village is still better. The air is good, the scenery is beautiful, it’s not hot, and the food is delicious.

Now that his eldest granddaughter has finished the college entrance examination, he won’t have to go to the city anymore and will just stay at home.

"That's true," Zhao Cheng joked, "Perhaps only a master like Yang Fan can take over a house like this."

He works outside all year round and comes home seldom. The last time he saw Yang Fan was two or three years ago.

In his memory, Yang Fan didn't seem to have any particularly outstanding qualities, except that he was slightly better at studying.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be a master of divination and fortune-telling, who not only solved the problem of inedible food in the village, but also grew such delicious fruits.

Now most of the tourists in the village are still her guests.

When he got home and learned the news, he was shocked for a long time.