Chapter 333 Can we ask our ancestors to send us some money?
Li Kangping stood at the door of Yang Fan's house eagerly waiting for the people she mentioned to come and help with the work. He looked down at the time from time to time. It was only a few minutes before nine o'clock, and he felt a little puzzled.

Where did Yang Fan find the person? Didn’t he say he would arrive on time at 9 o’clock? Why is he still not here?

Just as he was wondering, several cars were driving towards Yang Fan's house in the distance. At exactly nine o'clock, six cars stopped in front of Yang Fan's house.

Li Kangping looked at the car in front of him, then lowered his head to look at the time. It was exactly nine o'clock. Could the people in these cars be the ones Yang Fan mentioned as coming to help with the work?

When the car doors opened, Li Kangping saw two or three people in Taoist robes getting out of each car. Each of them looked very mysterious and powerful.

Taoist priest? Came to exchange Taoist teachings with Yang Fan? Not here to work? Li Kangping asked three questions in his mind, looking a little confused.

"Are you here to look for Yang Fan? She is going on a long trip today and may have to..." Before Li Kangping could finish his words, one of the Taoists came up to him and said with a smile.

"You must be Li Kangping, right? We are here to help Master Yang look after the orchard and sell fruit. We would like to trouble you to guide us. This is our first time working here."

Li Kangping: ...6
It has to be Yang Fan, who called so many Taoist priests who look very powerful to help sell fruits. He is so awesome!
Yang Fan: Don’t be lazy in basic exercises.

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The journey from Shangrao to Ganzhou is more than 500 kilometers, and it takes about five or six hours to drive.

Yang Fan compressed the journey of five or six hours into less than three hours. Han Musen drove behind them, but he couldn't see the car anymore. Yang Fan and his companions had already arrived at the county town where their destination was, but he was still on the highway.

Han Musen: ...Master, have you forgotten that there is someone following you?

Yang Fan really forgot. Once she got on the highway, she was driving happily and for a moment she forgot about Han Musen who didn't dare to drive too fast for fear of an accident.

Yang Fan and his friends first found a restaurant to eat, while they ate while waiting for Han Musen.

The restaurant they went to happened to be a small restaurant opened by Fu Cancan's uncle. At eleven o'clock, the restaurant was empty. Fu Cancan's uncle and aunt were sitting in the store playing with their mobile phones.

Fu Cancan’s sudden arrival surprised and delighted the couple.

"Cancan, why did you come here suddenly without telling your uncle? Let your uncle pick you up." Fu Cancan's uncle Zhang Xingchang looked back and saw a group of good-looking young people following her, but there was no sign of Fu Yonghui and his wife and their child.

He asked in confusion, "Why didn't your parents and Yangyang come to play with you?"

Fu Cancan smiled and said, "I came here on a business trip with my boss. My parents and Yangyang are at home. They are busy at home and can't leave. They will come back to see you during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Zhang Xingchang and his wife knew that their sister's family had become prosperous. They were genuinely happy for them. After enduring for so many years, they finally had their success.

Zhang Xingchang said: "If they are busy, they don't have to come back. Running back and forth costs a lot of money and also delays family affairs."

Aunt Feng Lan: "That's right, everyone has a holiday for Mid-Autumn Festival, so there will definitely be more people going to your village to play, which will delay your parents from making money."

"It's not up to me to decide." Fu Cancan shrugged helplessly.

Her parents must go back to her parents' home during every holiday.

"Uncle, is there any empty room in the box?" Fu Cancan turned sideways, revealing the people behind him. "We are a little hungry and want to eat something."

In their excitement, they forgot about the guests behind them. It is said that there is a fortune teller inside!
Zhang Xingchang hurriedly went up to the building and said, "Yes, yes, there is an empty box on the second floor. I'll take you up."

Feng Lan hurried to make tea. As she walked towards the kitchen, she couldn't help but glance at Tang Yuanyuan who was walking at the back. Was that boy holding something in his hand? Why was he walking so strangely?
Tang Yuanyuan was holding the cream cake in her hand, so they couldn't see it. Yang Fan and his friends chose a relatively large box near the street and sat down. There were seven people and one little white tiger, so there were exactly eight seats.

Tang Yuanyuan walked into the house, looked around, and finally put the cake on the cabinet next to the door.

After Fu Cancan sat down, she introduced them to each other one by one.

When Zhang Xingchang learned that all the others at the table were masters of Taoism except for his niece and another girl, he showed an expression of disbelief. Are all the Taoists so good-looking nowadays?
There are only two skinny old men in the Taoist temple near them.

Zhang Xingchang thought that if their Taoist temple also had such a good-looking Taoist priest, the temple would definitely not be in such a state of decline.

However, his niece was with such a Taoist priest, which made Zhang Xingchang a little worried, "Cancan, you are not planning to become a monk, are you?"

It took Fu Cancan two seconds to realize what her uncle meant, and she smiled and explained, "I won't become a monk."

It would be better if she didn't become a nun. Five out of seven people were Taoists. He was afraid that his niece would become a nun because of her unhappy marriage.

Suddenly, someone poked him hard on the back, and then Feng Lan's unpleasant voice rang out, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

This guy is like this, he speaks without thinking at all. He speaks like this in front of so many elders. If people think too much, how can Cancan get along with them? Feng Lan complained wildly in her heart.

Zhang Xingchang realized belatedly that he had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized.

Yang Fan and the others all smiled and said it was okay.

Fu Cancan took the teapot from Feng Lan and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

After pouring the tea, Feng Lan took the teapot and handed them the menu. She turned around and put the teapot on the cabinet at the door.

"Hey, Auntie, don't put it there, there's something there!"

Seeing Feng Lan's actions, Tang Yuanyuan hurried over to pick up the cake and placed it in the middle of the dining table.

Feng Lan and Zhang Xingchang looked at him in surprise as if he had taken something from here and put it on the dining table. The couple looked at the table, which had nothing on it except tableware, and looked at each other.

Did you take something over?

Tang Yuanyuan took the initiative to explain, "This is a cake. We are going to send it to someone else."

Cake? A cake that looks like the emperor's new clothes?

The couple looked even more confused.

Yang Fan explained to them the origin of the cake in a few words, then drew a talisman to let the couple see the cake.

When they saw a cream cake appear out of nowhere on the dining table, the couple's eyes widened. They were really amazed.

In the past, they only knew that living people could burn things for ghosts, but they didn't expect that ghosts would also want to send things from the underworld back.

An absurd thought popped up in Zhang Xingchang's mind uncontrollably, "Can we ask our ancestors in the underworld to send us some of their money?"

Yang Fan and others: ...good idea.