Chapter Twenty-Four: Suspicion That Wu Zhenghao is a Plant

the curtain of the palanquin slowly rose, revealing a face of extraordinary beauty. His peach blossom eyes looked tenderly at Yang Fan.Yang Fan looked at the man, his face showing no expression of sur...Although the price has been changed to 66 yuan per kilogram, it is still too expensive for these vegetable sellers.

They were also reluctant to spend so much money on this persimmon. On the other hand, the uncle next to Yang Fan generously weighed five catties.

"This loquat is indeed very good. I'll buy some to make some loquat paste for the kids to eat."

Uncle Wu Zhenghao's family is a lineage of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. He came here to sell vegetables because his family grew too many and couldn't finish them all, so he set up a stall to sell them. After selling for a morning, he sold just one catty of cucumbers.

He knows his fruit, and can see that this loquat by Yang Fan is indeed a good one.

Five catties of loquats cost three hundred yuan.

Yang Fan quickly gave him five catties of loquat, "If the child catches a cold, you can eat this loquat directly. It's more effective than making loquat paste."

"Loquat needs to be made into loquat paste to effectively moisturize the lungs and stop coughs," said Wu Zhenghao, as a doctor, he explained, "Eating directly without making it into loquat paste is not as effective."

"Hee hee...the loquats from my home can be eaten in any way, just as you like."

Yang Fan did not continue to argue with him about this.

However, when it comes to colds, others can relate.

"Now there are so many flu viruses, children get colds and fevers if they're not careful. My child also had a cold for several days before he got better."

"That's right, my son works in the city. He called me these days and said he had the flu."

"Nowadays, there are just so many viruses: this kind of virus, that kind of virus. It's really overwhelming."

Since everyone has children at home, the conversation quickly turned to them. Especially after finding out that Wu Zhenghao is a TCM practitioner, they all asked him for advice on how to treat their children's colds.

Wu Zhenghao answered all their questions one by one. Yang Fan couldn't get a word in edgewise and could only listen to them chat.

It's almost noon now, and it's not a market day today, so there are hardly any people on the street.

There was a noodle shop right behind her, so she bought a bowl of mixed noodles and ate while listening to them chat. Though it was somewhat boring, there was an indescribable coziness in this everyday life.

She enjoys this kind of life.

On the other hand, Xiaolin and her group were temporarily staying in Shāpíng Town because she had unexpectedly caught the flu. She went out alone to buy some things and ended up on the street where the vegetable market was located.

From afar, she saw the loquats in Yang Fan's basket. The golden loquats were especially eye-catching amidst the surrounding green vegetable stalls.

It just so happens that it's also the season for eating loquats now, so I might as well buy some to eat.

She walked straight towards Yang Fan's stall.

At the beginning, Wu Zhenghao was chatting and suddenly brought up Yang Fan, "This young girl sells good-looking loquats. You guys can buy some loquats to make loquat paste for the children. It's very effective for cough relief."

A seemingly normal sentence made those with ulterior motives think twice. The vegetable vendor, who had been quiet in the corner all along, said with a hint of sarcasm, "So it turns out you're a plant! No wonder you're so eager to help."

"Loquats are sold for thirty yuan per kilogram. I think you guys are a gang, here just to cheat people out of their money."

Suddenly, the eyes of the people around changed when they looked at Wu Zhenghao and Yang Fan. It turned out they were swindlers.

I recommended them kindly, but they mistakenly thought I was a shill. Wu Zhenghao angrily retorted, "What are you talking about! Who's a shill!"

"You're not a pawn, you're not making us buy that little girl's loquats." That vegetable vendor, Wang Jiande by name, grinned, revealing a large yellow tooth as he started to spread rumors.

"What's your relationship You haven't sold much of your food yet, and you bought 50 peaches. Why didn't you speak just now As soon as this little sister arrived, you started talking and even recommended things to us."

Oh, so these two are related like that.

The people around looked at Yang Fan and Wu Zhenghao's expressions even more unfavorably, their eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

Yang Fan's aunt on his left immediately moved her dish away, afraid that it might get contaminated with something unclean.

Faced with such slander, Wu Zhenghao's face flushed red and white as he retorted, "You're talking nonsense. I have absolutely nothing to do with this young woman."

Wang Jiandé let out a vague chuckle, "Who knows what kind of relationship you two have."

Wu Zhenghao: "You!"

"Uncle, your name is Wang Jiande, and you live in Xiaoba Village, right" Yang Fan finished the last mouthful of noodles and looked at Wang Jiande calmly.

Wang Jiande was stunned for a moment, then blurted out something even more shameless, "What, little sister, did you specially ask someone to find out about me Too bad, old man I'm already married."

The people around burst into laughter.

Too shameless!

Xiao Lin looked at Wang Jiande, whose face was already full of wrinkles, ugly beyond compare, but exuding a strange confidence. She found it disgusting and couldn't bear to see Yang Fan being treated this way, so she was about to speak up for him.

The next second, I heard Yang Fan speak.

"I didn't need to look you up. I figured out that your life, Wang Jiande, has been quite remarkable."

"Starting at age three, he stole eggs from his neighbor's house. At twelve, he spread rumors about the new female teacher at school, claiming she seduced the principal, causing her to lose her job. Finally, unable to bear the gossip and slander, she committed suicide."

The whole venue was silent. Everyone stared at Yang Fan in astonishment. Wang Jiande, the person involved, was terrified inside. How did she know all this!

"It's not over yet, Yang Fan continued to say."

"She falsely accused the other person of seducing her and spread rumors throughout the village, causing such humiliation that the other person's family had to flee in the night."

"When you are twenty, you work..."

Yang Fan recounted every evil deed he had committed over the past fifty years.

The people around Wang Jiande's eyes shifted from shock to terror, while Xiao Lin stared at Yang Fan with wide eyes of astonishment.

"Not long ago, you spread rumors that the owner of the Starry Kids clothing store in town was having an affair with a delivery boy from the fried chicken shop across the street, which resulted in the delivery boy losing his job."

He was also beaten into the hospital by the owner of Xingxing Children's Clothing, and the owner and his wife are still fighting over a divorce because of this.

A buzz filled the entire room. They didn't know about things that happened a long time ago, but the rumors about the owner of the Star Kids Clothing Store and the young man from the fried chicken shop across the street had been spreading like wildfire these past few days.

Of course, they know this too.

I didn't expect that this matter was caused by Wang Jiande's rumor-mongering. He is so despicable.

Yang Fan stared at Wang Jiande, his piercing eyes fixed on him. "Wang Jiande, you've taken so many lives and destroyed so many families. Can you still sleep at night"

With a flick of the wrist, the talismans already drawn in his hand flew towards Wang Jiande.

Wang Jiande's vision changed instantly. Black mist swirled around him, and from the mist emerged a boy of about four years old, his body soaked wet. Behind him walked a woman in a floral dress with braided hair, followed by several others.

These are all the people he killed directly or indirectly.

They all wore blank expressions, their jet-black eyes fixed on him as they slowly walked towards him.t about it and felt a little sad.Although we were poor and lived in a small house before, our village was lively and everyone, young and old, participated in everything.Now that I have money, the hous...