57: Chapter 57 Poor in the bustling city, no one cares!

The next day, Yang Fan took Li Anlan home.

Both of the nannies' rooms were filled with gold.

There were at least 8 or 9 tons, enough to stuff Jiahe Auction House to death.

If it wasn't enough, he'd come back for more; anyway, he had taken quite a lot from Emperor Taizong of Tang.

In the afternoon, Yang Fan's motorcade had already pulled up to the front of his house.

Some old ladies at the door had already gathered to watch the excitement.

"Is some big leader visiting?"

"I don't know, but this display is too grand!!"

The crowd became lively.

At this moment, Yang Fan got out of the car.

He greeted everyone; after all, they were neighbors and he knew them.

Soon, the news that Yang Fan had struck it rich spread quickly through the village.

Just as Yang Fan entered the house, a little girl ran over.

She was the child of Yang Fan's elder sister.

"Uncle!"

"Hey, Goudan, your little face has gotten rounder again!"

Yang Fan picked her up; his sister's eldest daughter was probably in tutoring, while the younger one hadn't started primary school yet.

"Uncle, I want to eat ice cream, but Mommy won't buy it for me!"

Yang Fan smiled; this kid knew exactly who would buy things for her—what a clever little girl.

"Alright, Uncle will buy it for you in a bit."

Yang Fan carried her into the house.

His father was out.

Only his sister, his grandmother, and a Bodyguard on duty were at home.

He had seen the others outside earlier.

"Sis, Grandma."

Li Anlan followed Yang Fan's lead and called out to them as well.

"Mhm. Just how much money did you make? Why did you hire so many Bodyguards?"

Yang Juan asked directly; after all, even winning five million in the lottery wouldn't lead to a scene like this.

Instead of answering directly, Yang Fan asked:

"Isn't my brother-in-law here? Didn't I tell him to quit his job and come over?"

"His family doesn't know the situation, so how could they let him quit? His father spent money to get him that job in the mine."

Yang Juan rolled her eyes at Yang Fan.

"Fine, I'll buy you a house in the city. You can stay here for now, and let's transfer Goudan to a school there as well."

Seeing that her brother was reluctant to talk, Yang Juan didn't press him. Judging by the current situation, his wealth must have reached a certain level; otherwise, he wouldn't be traveling with Bodyguards and providing so many for the family.

"Right, I heard you had a falling out with our aunt's family?"

"It wasn't just a falling out..."

Yang Fan looked at his grandmother and realized she hadn't told his sister the whole story.

Yang Fan pulled his sister out of the house and explained the situation.

After listening, Yang Juan fell silent, then let out a long sigh after a while.

"So, what do you mean?"

"No more contact. From now on, she goes her way and we go ours. The family will act as if she never existed."

Yang Fan's father was mentally impaired, so Yang Fan was the head of the household now, and his grandmother's heart was also broken.

It was their aunt who had burned her own bridges.

"Alright. Will Dad and Grandma move to the city too?"

Yang Fan's sister didn't have any objections; the aunt's intentions had been clear—she wanted to draw a line between their families.

After all, the family used to have nothing—a sick grandmother, a father who couldn't take care of himself, and Yang Fan who would need to get married; the aunt was just afraid they'd borrow money.

"I bought 10 mu of land to the south and plan to build a manor. Let's stay here for now and move in later."

"Grandma is old and doesn't want to deal with the hassle of moving to the city. If she goes there, she'll have no one to talk to every day."

Yang Juan was stunned. "Ten mu?"

Normally, having six-tenths of a mu in the countryside is considered large. Ten mu was truly unimaginable.

"Village land isn't easy to buy. How did you get it?"

"By spending more money. There's no land that can't be bought if you have enough money."

If people like Old Wang could spend money to make the municipal government relocate, buying some land in a village was quite simple for him.

Yang Juan was speechless; he sounded just like a nouveau riche.

"Mhm. Is that girl with you your girlfriend? She looks quite young."

"One of them."

Yang Fan was giving her a heads-up in advance, since Jiang Lan was also one of them.

Yang Juan was at a loss for words. What could she say? She couldn't control her brother anymore.

"Just be careful. Girls these days only look at the money."

Yang Fan's sister could only offer a word of caution; after all, this was a common problem for wealthy men.

On the day Yang Fan returned, he arranged for a large number of workers to come and lay the foundations, all of whom were found by Ye Qingcheng.

The next day, Yang Fan woke up to the noise outside.

He pulled back the curtains and looked out. Good grief.

There was a sea of people outside.

They were all there to give gifts...

It was like a market fair...

Yang Fan suddenly understood why successful people are always surrounded by "good" people.

The saying, "No one asks after the poor in a busy market, but the rich have distant relatives in the deep mountains," seemed to have manifested before his eyes.

Yang Fan could hear many people trying to claim a connection—the grandson of his grandfather's grand-aunt, or the grandson of his grandfather's uncle.

People he had never even heard of from the time he was born until now.

Li Anlan also looked outside curiously.

"Brother, why are there so many people coming to our house?"

"Because our family used to be poor, and they all avoided us like the plague. Now that we have money, they're coming back to claim kinship."

Yang Fan looked out the window and didn't try to stop them.

After all, his grandmother was old, and many of them probably really were relatives from her youth; she must be very happy right now.

Her grandson had made something of himself, and she could finally hold her head high in front of these people.

Before, others would show off their children and grandchildren to her; now, it was her turn.

"Brother, doesn't your family have a genealogy record?"

Yang Fan looked at where the old photos were placed, fell silent for a moment, and said:

"This land of Sanjin was invaded by the Little Japs. Many villages were completely wiped out. Those who survived were just lucky, so how could there be a genealogy record!"

"After the founding of the country, no soldiers were conscripted from here for ten years."

"Every household was draped in white mourning cloth, and in many families, not a single person was left to even hang it up."

Yang Fan wasn't an angry youth, but he still felt there was no need for the Little Japs to exist.

A debt of blood must be paid in blood.

Li Anlan nodded; she had seen some of this online.

"It's the Wa Kingdom, right? I know a bit about them. They even pay tribute to the Great Tang every year. I didn't expect them to be so ambitious and treacherous."

"A country like that should be wiped out as soon as possible. You can't guard against a wolf forever! When it can't help itself, it will take a bite out of you!"

Yang Fan stroked her face. At such a young age, she had quite a murderous aura; she must have inherited it from her father.

"It's hard for me to do it now, but your old man can. They have large gold mines there. I'll have to mention it to your father next time I see him."

Yang Fan didn't have any high-tech weapons that far surpassed the current era.

Maybe he could try later when he had them. After all, he could choose worlds to trade with, and in the vast universe, there were bound to be civilizations more advanced than Blue Star.

At that moment, Tang Xue entered the room.

"Boss, the village chief is here and says he wants to see you. Do you want to go meet him?"