Chapter 65 Making Lightning Struck Wood

Jian Xiangdi soon came back from the underworld and joined Liang Zishu and the others in working. During this time, some more ghosts came to pick up express deliveries, but they were all driven to the mountains by Yang Fan to work.

At three o'clock in the morning, Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu brought the working ghosts back to the post station.

Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu were still the four respectively, and the other ghosts rewarded them with two fruits each.

When the ghosts got the fruit, every ghost was very happy. It's true! Come to Huangquan Station to work and you can get the fruit!
Hahahaha...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. He didn't dare to take them.

Yang Fan opened his eyes and glanced at him, "If you don't want it, give it back to me."

"Yes, yes, yes, of course. Thank you, Station Master."

In order to prevent Jian Xiangdi from making a fool of himself and refusing the fruit, 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 quickly winked at him, asking why he didn't want the things given by the boss, and how could he complain about such a small salary.

Yang Fan pretended not to notice Liang Zishu's little move, "Just give them the express and then go home."

Liang Zishu: "Okay, boss."

Hehe~ I can get off work early again.

Jian Xiangdi silently put away the four fruits and secretly decided in his heart that since the stationmaster was so good to them, he must work harder when he came to work tomorrow night!
Liang Zishu said cheerfully to the ghosts who were outside to pick up the parcels, "Come on, I'll pick up the parcels for you."

The ghosts standing in the front handed their IDs to Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi, and then each received their express delivery.

When it came to the ghosts behind, they refused to take the express delivery.

"We won't pick up our package today. Please come pick it up next time."

As long as they don't pick up this express, they can come again in five days. They can have three chances to come to the world of the living for one express, so there are two chances left. When they come to work again, they can get the fruit again.

Otherwise, if they take the express away this time, I don’t know when I will receive the pickup information and be able to come out next time.

It may be several months, a year, or even longer. Now that we have the pickup information, we must make good use of it.

After hearing their plan, the other ghosts who had already taken the express delivery showed an expression of regret on their faces.

If they had known earlier, they should have come next time.

Yang Fan didn't say anything about their little plan. It was a good thing that there were ghosts willing to work for her actively.

After finishing the work, Jian Xiangdi, Liang Zishu and Yang Fan said goodbye and left.

Yang Fan continued to meditate. At four o'clock, the computer beeped and it was time to get off work. The rolling door closed automatically. The lights in the house did not turn off, but all the express deliveries on the shelves disappeared, leaving empty shelves.

She did not move and continued to sit in the warehouse with her eyes closed in meditation until six in the morning. She came out of the warehouse refreshed with the little white tiger.

After a quick wash and change of clothes, Yang Fan rode his tricycle with the still sleepy little white tiger along the road further up the mountain to the peach forest.

It is now June and the peaches on the trees are gradually ripening.

The weeds in this orchard had not been cleared yet. The little white tiger led the way, and Yang Fan followed behind. The man and the tiger walked around the mountain and found a peach tree about ten years old at the top of the mountain.

Yang Fan patted the peach tree and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's just you."

The older the peach tree is, the better the lightning-struck wood it will produce.

This peach tree is the oldest in the peach forest, and the peach tree nourished by spiritual energy has better effect when made into lightning-struck wood.

The little white tiger scratched the tree trunk, indicating to Yang Fan that it wanted to eat peaches.

Yang Fan picked one for it to eat.

The little white tiger held the peach, which was nearly half a pound in size, in its two paws and started to eat it. The peach was juicy and sweet, and with the spiritual energy on the flesh, it tasted extremely delicious.

All the peaches on the tree were ripe. Yang Fan first picked all the ripe fruits on the tree, carried them down the mountain and put them on the tricycle.

The little white tiger lay on the tree and ate peaches. After finishing, it hummed and asked Yang Fan for more. She picked the fruits by herself and carried them down the mountain. It took her nearly an hour to finish the work.

After all the fruits on the tree were picked, Yang Fan cut off the upper half of the trunk of the peach tree and left the lower half to sprout again.

Yang Fan dragged the chopped peach tree to the open space, raised his hand and drew a thunder talisman.

The Heavenly Thunder Talisman attracted the thunder, and he clasped his hands together. In an instant, the sky changed color, and a bolt of thunder struck straight down from the sky. After a dazzling white light, there was a loud "bang" and the ground was shaking.

The little white tiger was frightened and jumped directly onto Yang Fan's shoulder, holding her head tightly with its four paws.

Yang Fan: ...

She rolled her eyes speechlessly. This guy was too timid.

Anything can scare it.

"Come down quickly, or I'll blow you up."

Under her threat, the little white tiger reluctantly got off her and stood beside her.

Although this human was ferocious, it felt safe around her.

The old people in the village who had just got up were all startled when they heard the sudden thunder.

They looked at the clear blue sky outside in confusion. How could there be thunder in such good weather?

Grandpa Li blurted out, "Old lady, could it be that Yang Fan is catching ghosts?"

Grandma Xu rolled her eyes at him, ignored him, turned around and went into the house to continue making breakfast.

Really, what is this old man thinking about every day? What kind of ghost would appear in broad daylight? What's wrong?

On the mountain, Yang Fan waited for a while. When the smoke cleared, only a black stick was left where the peach tree had originally been.

She walked over and picked up the stick, which was about the length of her arm and about two centimeters in diameter.

After dancing casually twice and feeling the abundant spiritual power on the stick, she nodded with satisfaction, thinking it was a good magical weapon.

Sure enough, the lightning-struck wood made from the peach tree that has been nourished by spiritual energy is good.

She habitually wanted to put the stick on her waist, but found that there was no belt around her waist, so she had no choice but to hold it in her hand.

"walk home."

The little white tiger followed her, and the man and the tiger drove the tricycle home.

Yang Fan first went to the backyard and threw some grass to feed the piglets, calves, chickens and ducklings.

They still had breakfast at Grandma Xu's house. While eating 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'm going to town, but I'll be back soon. Just call me when you get there."

Yesterday an aunt ordered some loquats, lychees, strawberries, bayberries and cherries and asked her to deliver them to the town.

Grandpa Li: "Okay. I'll ask him to find you when he gets here."

"You can charge him whatever amount you want when the time comes."

Yang Fan: "Okay."

After breakfast, Yang Fan went to the village to find Li Wenlin and gave him the 25 yuan for renting the land.

After coming back, he took the little white tiger to pick fruits.

As she picked the fruits, the little white tiger ate them. It was so small that it could not eat much, so after eating a few fruits, it could not finish any more and lay on the ground to sleep.

Seeing it lying on the ground with its belly spread out, Yang Fan smiled, shook his head and continued picking fruit.

At noon, a black Rolls-Royce drove into the village and stopped at the door of Grandpa Li's house.

(End of this chapter)