Chapter 1024: Going to Mars

After taking care of his business, Yang Fan made a trip to Linshui.

Hu Dameinv was also there.

Seeing Yang Fan, she was still a bit surprised.

How did you come here?

Yang Fan rolled his eyes.

He hugged her and gave her a hard kiss.

This is our home—how could I not come?

You there—you weren't going to WanDao?

Hu Dameinv took the luggage from his hands, speaking unhappily.

You father and son are all workaholics—I go there and never see anyone.

Only here with Dad are there more people, it's livelier.

These days Grandma's been unwell, so I came over to look after her.

Yang Fan showed a worried expression.

What's wrong with Grandma?

What else could it be? Since Grandpa went up the mountain, her spirits have been worsening day by day.

She also speaks less.

Dad has been keeping her company these days.

If you hadn't come over, I would have called for you.

Yang Fan's heart sank.

He hurried toward the courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, he saw Yang Qing laughing loudly.

He was still spouting nonsense there.

Oh dear, you could be considered long-lived.

And your descendants fill the hall.

Five generations under one roof.

In this world, few have such good fortune as you.

Finally, you can still go up the mountain.

I don't know how many people would envy you to death.

As for us four, we don't know where we'll be thrown.

I think it'd be better to scatter you into the sea when the time comes—come from the sea, go to the sea.

Zhao Man Ting, who rarely had energy, spat at Yang Qing.

You could still throw it there—your Yang family ancestral grave hasn't even been found; just find any place to dump it.

I think we don't need a stele either—you often say, bury it in the soil, after three generations it's level, dust to dust, earth to earth, right?

Who knows, before long you'll be turned over by earthworms, then become wheat, and someone will make you into a pancake.

Yang Qing laughed loudly.

That's still somewhat useful.

Not completely worthless.

What I said isn't wrong—look at those gardens being built nowadays, what use are they?

If 1.6 billion people all did this, would there be any place left for the living?

The old way is better—dust to dust, earth to earth; after three generations it doesn't take up living space, no need for offerings, and no one will resent it.

The old lady laughed and scolded.

Are you saying I and your father aren't being proper?

You really are a great filial son.

Yang Qing chuckled.

There, there—you should be like that; I don't need to be like this.

You see, people remember the founding emperor, but who remembers us second-generation folks?

So we're not important; you are the most important—as long as they remember you, they'll happen to glance at us too.

Then they'll say, 'Ah, turns out Yang Qing did pretty well too.'

Speaking of which, we still bask in your glory.

Otherwise, who would care who Yang Qing is?

So there's no need for us to go through all this trouble.

Just dump it casually—saves future generations from digging us up for archaeology.

Hahaha!

Zhao Man Ting, angry, slapped Yang Qing.

You mean I and your father will be dug up by people?

Yang Qing denied it.

There's no such thing—I was just saying.

What kind of place do you live in?

How does it compare to ours?

Your place actually has a halo.

Who dares to mess around?

Zhao Man Ting laughed for a moment, hesitated a bit, then asked.

You should be able to go, right?

She still thought Yang Qing was unwilling.

Yang Qing shook his head wildly.

No, you going already gives our family plenty of face; we can't be greedy.

Just find a place to dump it.

Speaking of which, I still like the sea.

Chen Xueru disagreed.

I want to go to Mars.

Yang Qing rolled his eyes at her.

Why don't you go up to the sky?

Chen Hong lifted her leg and kicked Yang Qing.

The spacecraft we built at home isn't just for going to heaven?

I think Xueru is right, Mars is great.

Qin Huairu said weakly.

The moon is also nice, isn't there the Guanghan Palace?

Yang Qing laughed and turned his head to look at Qin Huairu.

What, you still want to go be Chang'e?

Chen Xueru's eyes lit up.

This can be had.

We are Chang'e, Yang Qing will go chop wood and cook for us, serve us.

Wow, so you're Chang'e and I'm Wu Gang.

Guan the beautiful lady and Tian Weiwei also had sparkling eyes.

Mom, can we also go?

Chen Hong laughed loudly.

Everyone go, everyone go.

Maybe in the future it'll become popular to go to the moon and Mars; we could also be first, let people remember.

Yang Fan stared dumbfounded at everything before him.

What are you guys talking about?

How can you guys say these things so calmly?

Are you sure your mental state is fine?

He hadn't reacted yet, another side also spoke up.

Yu Li looked at Chen Hong.

Sister Hong, can you bring me along?

Chen Hong glanced at her and nodded.

Then let's go together.

Yang Fan had a black line.

Old lady, do you know what you're saying?

Why are you still bringing an outsider?

He had just muttered a couple of words, then words came from the other side.

Xu Huizhen eagerly signed up.

Bring us too, let's have fun together.

Well, Yang Fan already completely couldn't understand.

Someone started, and the other people in the courtyard also expressed they also wanted to go.

Alright, maybe the heavenly vessel can really develop such business.

Not going to the moon costs too much; otherwise we could find an orbit around Lanxing to try a project?

In the future, if we feel it's in the way, we can still return to Lanxing.

Of course we can't send people up, it's too big, the cost is too high, we still have to burn what should be burned.

Thinking this way, the project's feasibility seems okay.

As for Yang Qing, he must be sent all the way to the moon.

He is indeed a filial child.

At this point, someone finally noticed Yang Fan.

Everyone is so happy, he also can't spoil the fun.

Hello everyone, hello grandma.

He revealed a smile uglier than crying.

He truly didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The scene was a bit eerie.

Yang Qing waved at him.

You're back, now that you're back come over and talk to your grandma.

Otherwise, in a bit, you'll have no spirit again.

Zhao Man Ting also smiled and waved her hand.

"Good grandchild, come over and talk to grandma."

After saying that, Zhao Man Ting's spirit already felt a bit listless.

Yang Fan hurried over and knelt beside Zhao Man Ting's chair.

"Grandma, I'm back."

Zhao Man Ting stroked Yang Fan's head.

"Good, good, good, coming back is good."

"Come back and stay for a few days?"

Feeling Zhao Man Ting's condition, Yang Fan held back tears, striving to keep a smile.

"I'm not going back; I've also retired; from now on I'll be with you every day."

Zhao Man Ting's spirit grew increasingly listless; she forced herself to stay spirited.

"Coming back is good; it's time to rest, learn from your dad and start enjoying retirement early."

"You, always not at home, even your daughter-in-law is so busy you can't see anyone."

"After all, a couple should live together."

"Now that you're retired, keep them company, have fun, live well."

"They're not easy either; don't leave regrets."

Yang Fan nodded firmly.

"Grandma, I'll listen to you."