I see. Everything had its own purpose.
If it was placed on an altar, it would lose its original function.
Zhang Tianshou seemed to grasp something. Her primordial spirit grew clear, and her cultivation actually advanced.
Zhang Tianshou immediately straightened her clothes and bowed respectfully to Chen Fan.
"Your wisdom is profound, sir. Tianshou has learned from you!"
"Huh?"
Chapter Ten: What Were You All Imagining?
"Huh? It's nothing, it's nothing. Just wait here for dinner!"
Chen Fan's eyes were full of confusion, while the village chief nodded knowingly.
As expected, the girl had a screw loose.
Then again, if she didn't, why would she take a liking to Chen Fan?
And Chen Fan was a little eccentric himself. They were a perfect match!
"Xiao Fan, are you serious about this?"
Dazhuang hadn't explained things clearly, so the village chief assumed Chen Fan had taken a fancy to her.
But Chen Fan surely hadn't had time to ask about the girl's feelings.
Still, this young lady was truly beautiful. No wonder Chen Fan liked her.
If he were thirty years younger, even he wouldn't be able to resist!
"Of course I'm serious. By the way, Chief, make sure you keep the village in line.
Don't let anyone ruin things for me, or I'll turn against them!"
Chen Fan warned him in advance.
The River God issue concerned Chen Fan's future waterworks and the supply of fertilizer.
If something went wrong at this stage,
the results of his plans would surely suffer.
This affected whether he could earn himself a noble title, so Chen Fan naturally wouldn't take it lightly.
"You little rascal, now you're warning me!"
The village chief was delighted, but Chen Fan's warning immediately rubbed him the wrong way.
He slapped Chen Fan on the shoulder and replied with a laugh.
"Don't worry. This concerns your whole future. Anyone who dares cause trouble will have to answer to me.
I'll handle the village. And if I can't, there's still your auntie!"
The village chief thumped his chest as he confidently took charge. Chen Fan worried he might break a bone.
Still, hearing the village chief's answer put Chen Fan at ease.
There was no shortage of shortsighted fools who dragged others down, anywhere.
Chen Fan was an outsider, after all. Even if his composting method had raised his standing,
some of the village elders still saw him as a stranger.
With the village chief's promise, at least the village wouldn't hold him back.
"Good. Then I'll thank you, Uncle Dama!
Come on, Uncle. Let's have a proper drink together today!"
Chen Fan happily put an arm around the village chief and led him toward the courtyard.
The village chief's words weren't quite right, but the good outweighed the bad.
He was only a village chief, after all, and wasn't highly educated. It was normal for him to misuse an idiom.
At least it was much better than Zhao Dazhuang's "crippled in body, steadfast in spirit."
Back inside, Chen Fan called Dazhuang over to set out the bowls and chopsticks.
Meanwhile, the village chief took the opportunity to sidle up to Madam Zhou.
"Well? Is Xiao Fan interested in her?"
Madam Zhou knew what was weighing on the village chief. Thanks to Chen Fan's knowledge, Zhao Family Village had enjoyed two comfortable years.
That was why the village chief had kept trying to pair Chen Fan with Xiao Cui.
In the older generation's view, a person only settled down after getting married.
The village chief had been fretting over it for ages.
Now that Chen Fan had finally shown interest, the village chief was naturally eager.
"Of course he is. He even thought of those troublemakers in the village.
And he called me Uncle Dama, too. Doesn't that prove it?"
The village chief fished a piece of food out of a bowl with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth, looking pleased with himself.
Zhao Dama was the village chief's name.
Madam Zhou slapped his hand in annoyance and glared at him, though a happy smile appeared on her face.
"Hmph. Whose fault is that? You were always scowling at him for no reason!
And stop sneaking food with your chopsticks. You'll make Xiao Fan look bad in front of the young lady!"
When Chen Fan had first arrived at Zhao Family Village, he'd had nothing to his name.
He was capable and good-looking, so Madam Zhou often took him along to scrounge a meal.
But as a modern man, Chen Fan did plenty of things that seemed outrageous to people of this era.
As village chief, he couldn't let Chen Fan "ruin" the village's morals.
So he often scolded Chen Fan sternly, as if he were his own son.
But who was Chen Fan? He wasn't afraid of a village chief.
After the first half-month, Chen Fan had made the village chief furious more times than he could count.
Yet the more they argued, the more they seemed like old friends despite their age difference.
"Enough. That was ages ago. Why bring it up now?
Still, that young lady from the Zhang family seems to have quite a background.
I couldn't ask her much myself. Go and find out more!"
The village chief's face reddened. He quickly picked up a bowl of food and muttered under his breath.
"Don't forget!"
"You old fool. Do you have any idea who I am? How could I mess this up?"
Madam Zhou irritably shooed the village chief away and plated the last dish.
Carrying the bowl of food over, Madam Zhou beckoned to Zhang Tianshou.
"You three young ladies, come sit over here with me. Don't sit with this bunch of men.
Xiao Fan, mind your manners, too. She's a young lady. What would people think if you sat at the same table?"
Madam Zhou led Zhang Tianshou and the other two away, then shot Chen Fan a warning glare.
Chen Fan, the village chief, and Zhao Dazhuang all smiled sheepishly, not daring to say a word.
Once Madam Zhou and the three women had sat down nearby, Chen Fan finally turned back to the village chief.
"Come on, Chief. Let me toast you!"
At the other table, Madam Zhou took Zhang Tianshou's hand and sat down, then asked,
"Where are you from, young lady?"
"Qinghe County!"
For some reason, Zhang Tianshou felt that the way Madam Zhou looked at her was a little odd.
It reminded her of the way her mother looked at her.
Only this gaze lacked authority and held more warmth.
"Oh, Qinghe. That's quite far away. So, what do you think of Xiao Fan?"
"Sir's knowledge is profound as the heavens. There is still much I can learn from him!"
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