The Little Life of a Big Landlord

Chapter 240 Elegant Person

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"To be honest, the air here is much better than on Earth..." Old Huang sighed deeply as he sat by the fire, occasionally tossing pieces of firewood onto it.

"Yes..." Yang Zhengfang sighed deeply, poking at the fire with a stick to make it burn even brighter. "The air here is so fresh, and the fire is burning so well..."

"Hehe..." Wei Jianguo chuckled mysteriously, leaned down slightly, and whispered, "I wonder what kind of wild animals are around here. It would be good to take a rifle and explore the woods..."

"Hmm???" Yang Zhengfang and Lao Huang's eyes grew brighter and brighter. Clearly, Wei Jianguo's words had scratched the itch in their hearts. Thinking about it, they even wished they could go into the forest right now and explore it properly.

Three heads bumped together, six eyes scanning each other, their minds swirling with unreadable thoughts.

"See those three?" Zhao Fen, holding her grandson, tugged at her son's sleeve and gave a wry smile to the three huddled together. "Those three are definitely not up to anything..."

"Mom..." Hearing the disdain and contempt in his mother's voice, Zhang Yang was a little confused and could only ask softly, "What's wrong?"

"That old Huang is a complete scoundrel, there's no one worse than him..." It turns out that Zhao Fen still remembered that when they entered the spatial gate, old Huang insisted on going with her.

"Huh???" Zhang Yang's mouth dropped open, his curiosity piqued. He asked softly, "Mom, what exactly did Uncle Huang do to offend you?"

"Him?" Zhao Fen pursed her lips, and after a long while said, "He's a pervert..." Clearly, Zhao Fen wanted to tell her son more about Lao Huang's other problems, but after thinking for a long time, she really couldn't think of any other problems besides being a pervert...

However, this act of harassment alone was enough to enrage Zhang Yang. If the victim had been a stranger, and given that the victim wouldn't suffer any real harm, Zhang Yang, with his personality, would probably have happily watched the spectacle from the sidelines, perhaps even joining in the fun and making fun of the victim. But the victim was none other than his own mother…

"Mom, tell me, how exactly did he act like a hooligan towards you..." Zhang Yang said softly, suppressing his anger.

"You know, Mom isn't a gossipy person..." Zhao Fen pondered for a moment, first emphasizing her character to her son.

"I know, I know..." Zhang Yang nodded hurriedly, his voice barely audible. "Tell me, how exactly did this old man Huang act like a hooligan towards you?"

Zhang Yang dared not raise his voice at all, afraid that if he did, he would startle his mother and she would be afraid to tell him the whole story.

"Back on Earth, you pulled Fangfang inside, and once you were both in, this old man insisted on coming in with me..." Zhao Fen said, pouting.

"Uh..." Zhang Yang choked, his expression strange. "Just because of... this???"

"That's too much of a scoundrel, doesn't he know how old he is..." Zhao Fen glanced at Old Huang disdainfully, then cleared her throat, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, "Pah..."

"Uh..." Zhang Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, swallowed hard, and said, "My god, that old Huang is such a scoundrel. In a little while, I'll find a secluded place and beat him up to vent your anger. What do you think?" His voice was as soft as a kitten stepping on cotton.

"You can't hit people..." Zhao Fen pouted. "We can't let this get out of hand. If your dad finds out, he'll definitely have some ideas, which won't be good for our family's stability and unity. It's not worth causing discord in the family for an outsider..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly, appearing obedient, cute, and sensible, but inwardly he was scoffing: "Do you think your dad is that petty??? If such a small thing could make your dad fly into a rage and then fight for a woman, I'd probably be crippled by now..."

"Harmony in the family brings prosperity in all things. A harmonious family requires everyone's joint efforts to maintain it..." Zhao Fen earnestly taught her son.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes... You're right..." Zhang Yang nodded vigorously like a kowtowing worm, looking like he was listening to instructions.

"Sigh..." Zhao Fen sighed, "It's better to avoid trouble. We're just ordinary people, so let's just bear with it..." Her tone revealed a hint of helplessness.

Hearing his mother's helpless sigh, Zhang Yang's face darkened instantly, and he felt like crying: "You told me to avoid trouble and to endure it, but why are you making such a helpless face??? Do you really expect me to beat up Uncle Huang over such a trivial matter???"

Zhang Yang's face showed a furious expression, still not satisfied, and he said, "Mom, don't worry, I'm your son. I've always listened to you since I was little. It's lucky that you don't let me beat him. Otherwise, I would have beaten him so badly that he couldn't take care of himself..."

"Uh..." This time it was Zhao Fen's turn to be astonished. She hadn't expected her son to go along with what she said. You see, although she didn't want her son to beat up Lao Huang, a little lesson would have made her feel better. Who would have thought...

"You're still so obedient. Mom hasn't spoiled you for nothing..." Zhao Fen's smile was a little forced. "My child, you must remember, children who love to fight are not good children. It's good that you can hold your tongue. A moment of patience brings peace, and taking a step back opens up a vast sky..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly, "How could I ever forget what Mom said? I always keep it in mind..."

"..." Zhao Fen pursed her lips, looking at her son with displeasure, helplessness, and mostly frustration in her eyes. She muttered to herself, "This little rascal is so slippery! Don't you ever fight? When you were in school, you were either breaking someone's nose or pulling out a lock of their hair, but when it comes to your mother's business, you act like a good boy..."

"Haha..." Zhang Yang laughed. "Mom, I'm going to talk to my godfather and the others for a bit..." He whispered in his mother's ear, "If I get the chance, I'll avenge you. I can't beat him up, but I'll make him look bad..."

"No, no, no..." Zhao Fen's face lit up with a smile, but she kept 'advising' her, "There are only a few of us here. If you're playing a prank on someone, it'll be too obvious. People will easily see through it. We're all Yang Ming's colleagues now, working for him. Don't ruin our future working relationship..."

"Mom, you're so understanding..." Zhang Yang pretended to be receptive to the lesson, but his brows were furrowed. "But you're so magnanimous and won't hold it against him. If I hadn't gotten revenge for you, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself for the rest of my life..." As he spoke, Zhang Yang sighed deeply, his face showing unusual resentment.

"How about..." Zhao Fen hesitated for a moment, "just give him a small lesson, nothing too serious..."

"Okay!" Zhang Yang replied with a beaming smile, walking towards Yang Zhengfang and the others. With his back to his mother, a wry smile appeared on his face as he thought to himself, "Uncle Huang, don't blame me. As for the other one… Uncle Wei, or my godfather???"

"Oh dear!" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, walked up to the three heads huddled together, sighed softly, and patted two of them heavily on the back with his two large hands. He said with a grin, "What are you three old folks whispering about here? Let me join in!"

"hiss……"

A collective gasp escaped Yang Zhengfang and Lao Huang's lips. Zhang Yang's slap had really hurt; it would probably leave a red mark. Yang Zhengfang glared at him and said with displeasure, "You brat, why did you use so much force? This is a living person, not pork on a chopping board..."

"This young man has a strong grip..." Old Huang winced in pain, his brows furrowing.

"Hehehe..." Zhang Yang chuckled sheepishly, looking embarrassed. He said timidly, "Sorry, I lost control for a moment and hit you a little too hard. Are you alright?" After saying that, he glanced at his mother and saw her smiling with satisfaction as she turned away with the child. He breathed a sigh of relief. One slap was enough. Even if she wasn't satisfied, she couldn't slap him again. Otherwise, it would be his son who got beaten up.

Zhang Yang's timid appearance gave the three of them goosebumps.

"It's alright, it's alright. You have to remember this, we're all old folks now, not like you young guys..." Yang Zhengfang said, grinning.

"You little rascal, you're really ruthless. My back is burning with pain..." Old Huang said with some dissatisfaction.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." Zhang Yang bowed repeatedly, smiling obsequiously, "I just thought you three seemed to be discussing something fun? I overheard something about 'hitting a cat' or 'setting a trap'..."

"Shh..." As soon as Zhang Yang said this, he saw the three old men put their index fingers to their lips.

Zhang Yang was intimidated by this imposing aura and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Hey kid, don't be so loud..." Yang Zhengfang glared at him, his voice extremely low, glancing around furtively as if afraid someone would hear. "We're not familiar with this area. If Qingqing and Fangfang find out we're going to wander into the woods, we're doomed..."

"You little brat, you've been causing trouble since you arrived. If you dare to spout nonsense, see how your godfather deals with you..." Wei Jianguo glared at Zhang Yang, threatening him fiercely.

"Can you get Mingming to come?" Old Huang asked leisurely, rubbing his nose lightly with his index finger.

"He's my son-in-law, do you think I can just ask him to come or not???" Wei Jianguo's eyes bulged out. "No, what do I need him for? I'm his father-in-law, I can order him around, does he dare disobey?"

"What if he dares?" Old Huang laughed.

"I'll have my daughter divorce him, and then the child will take our family name, Wei's..." Wei Jianguo said, chuckling maliciously, his eyes unfocused, clearly indulging in fantasies.

"What are you dreaming of??? Huh???" Yang Zhengfang immediately became agitated, "You want my grandson to have your surname? You'll regret it in your next life..."

If Yang Zhengfang hadn't deliberately lowered his voice to avoid being overheard, his shout would have been able to travel 80,000 miles and awaken the dragons of the ten directions. Even so, the grinding sound of his teeth was enough to give someone nightmares.

"People say it's the same whether you have a boy or a girl. Is it illegal for me to let my daughter's son take my surname?" Wei Jianguo was also a little displeased.

"Once you have a child, he must take our Yang family name. Only when our Yang family line is thriving can we consider sharing some with your Wei family..." On the fundamental principle of passing on the family line, Yang Zhengfang would not budge an inch.

"You..." Wei Jianguo wanted to argue, but he realized that he was really in the wrong.

"You two should each give way a little. Anyway, Qingqing and Yangming are young, so let them have as many babies as they want. If they have ten or eight big, fat boys, your two families can split the profits equally..." Old Huang came up with a terrible idea.

"Family planning can..." Wei Jianguo paused halfway through his sentence, then grinned broadly, "Yes, didn't they say that the country would relax the policy soon? Besides, even if the policy isn't relaxed, won't they be allowed to give birth here??? Hehehe..." He chuckled wickedly as he spoke.

"That's true, isn't it?" Yang Zhengfang's eyebrows twitched repeatedly. "As long as the children don't find it troublesome, we can't stop them from having as many children as they want, can we?" As he spoke, Yang Zhengfang chuckled slyly.

It's true that no one would complain about having too many grandchildren.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Zhang Yang nodded to the three of them. "Shouldn't we be going?"

"Where are you going?" Seeing Zhang Yang's mysterious demeanor, Old Huang couldn't help but become mysterious as well.

"Of course we're going into the woods..." Zhang Yang said, looking around. "Let's leave now, otherwise Fangfang and the others will be back soon, and then we won't be able to leave..."

"Let's go..." The three of them were definitely not the type to dawdle. With a low shout, they sneaked away.

However, the four people, who thought they had left cleanly and without leaving any trace, never expected that a slender figure had been following them at a leisurely pace.

Yang Ming and Zheng Dongfang were shocked by what they saw after exiting the portal.

"May I ask who you two are from?" a refined voice rang out, and an elderly man in a tall hat and unusual clothes bowed to the two who had suddenly appeared and asked.

"Where is this...?" Yang Ming was too busy to answer the old man's question to notice what was happening. He was dazzled by what he saw. It was a huge garden, decorated in the style of classical Chinese beauty. The World Tree that had brought them here seemed to be just a decorative tree in this enormous garden. The hundred-meter-tall tree did not appear grand at all. If the garden was this big, one could only imagine how big the mansion must be.

Looking at the old man in front of me, I realized that he was dressed like someone from ancient China, especially his clothes, which were Hanfu, the main product of Yang Ming's clothing company.

Zheng Dongfang was equally shocked, even more so than Yang Ming. He looked around at everything and muttered, "We... gulp... could we have traveled to ancient times?" The sound of him swallowing was unusually loud.

"May I ask who you are? What brings you to my humble abode?" The old man asked calmly, showing no surprise at Yang Ming and his companions' sudden appearance.

"Uh..." Yang Ming suddenly came to his senses, and bowed, "Old man, we may have come to the wrong place, we'll take our leave now..."

"Wait a minute..." The old man waved his hand, "Since you two have come from the sacred tree, why don't you come to the guest hall and sit for a while..." As he spoke, he gestured with one hand in invitation.

"The atmosphere is quite nice, with some traditional Chinese elements. How about..." Zheng Dongfang said, glancing at Yang Ming, "Shall we go inside and sit for a while?"

"Alright..." Yang Ming pondered for a moment, then nodded. "However, we can only stay for a maximum of one hour. After one hour, we must leave..."

Yang Ming still had his own calculations. This planet was clearly a civilized planet, and according to the Alliance's laws, it could not become an agricultural planet. His fear was that Zheng Dongfang had his eye on this place and wanted to develop it.

According to the laws of the alliance, such behavior is absolutely not allowed, because it would interfere with the progress of civilization here. Even if people of a more advanced civilization value democracy and human rights, they will unconsciously become the upper class in the local area and oppress the indigenous people.

"Okay, okay..." Zheng Dongfang repeatedly agreed, "I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you..."

"Gentlemen, please..." The old man bowed slightly, drawing out the word "please" with a distinctly ancient tone, reminding the two of a waiter in an old costume drama shouting, "Sirs, please come upstairs..."

Of course, the old man's use of the word "please" was very elegant, lacking the vulgarity and obsequiousness of the waiter.

The old man led the two through pavilions and corridors into an antique-style guest room. They took their seats as host and guest, and were served tea and snacks by maids as graceful as butterflies.

"This tea comes from Zhongzhou. It is made from the flowers of the Guiyun tea tree on Tianwu Mountain. It is made through a series of processes, including steaming and boiling, and is carefully processed. It can improve eyesight and detoxify. Please have some..." The old man said, gently stirring the tea leaves with the gaiwan and taking a sip.

Yang Ming and Zheng Dongfang exchanged a glance. Yang Ming nodded slightly to Zheng Dongfang, then picked up his teacup and, imitating the old man, took a small sip. Even if there was poison in the tea, it would not harm them. Their constitution was completely immune to any toxins.

Seeing Yang Ming nod, Zheng Dongfang also picked up his teacup and took a small sip, mimicking his gesture.

"Good tea, so fragrant..." Yang Ming sipped the tea, shaking his head. In reality, he had no idea what was so good about the tea, but there was a refreshing floral fragrance that subtly stimulated his taste buds.

"Smack smack..." Zheng Dongfang took a sip, smacked his lips, "It is indeed good tea, the fragrance lingers in the mouth..." As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, looking like a tea master.

"Oh???" Yang Ming and Zheng Dongfang's reaction surprised the usually composed old man, his face showing astonishment for the first time. "You two can actually taste the aroma of this Guiyun tea???"

"Of course..." Yang Ming nodded. "This tea has a faint fragrance, but upon closer inspection, you can't taste anything. It's really strange..." As he spoke, Yang Ming shook his head slightly, looking completely puzzled.

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed heartily. "The reason why this Guiyun tea is so precious is precisely because of this faint, almost imperceptible fragrance..." He paused, then explained, "The Guiyun flower itself has a strong, vibrant fragrance, which is actually quite vulgar. However, through various processing steps, this vulgar fragrance is diluted to almost nothing, transforming it into a refined product, eagerly sought after by talented scholars, beautiful women, and powerful figures..."

"I see..." Yang Ming nodded, but in reality, he didn't understand at all.

Seeing Yang Ming's "I understand" expression, Zheng Dongfang, who also didn't quite understand, was frustrated. He pouted and muttered, "It's just tea, isn't it?"

"Hahahaha..." the old man laughed heartily, "This tea is not for the discerning; only the refined can appreciate its fragrance. The fact that you two can discern that subtle aroma is proof enough that you are truly refined gentlemen..." As he spoke, he shook his head vigorously, stroking his magnificent beard as if to say, "Coincidentally, I am also a refined person..."

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