Chapter 123: Mind-control technique!
The morning light shines gently into Zhang Fan's room through the half-open window, as if covering this luxurious bedroom with a layer of golden gauze.

Zhang Fan lay lazily on the bed, feeling the softness of the bedding. There was a faint scent of sandalwood in the room, which he could tell was high-end stuff. He couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

This Ninth Senior Sister is indeed a city dweller. She knows how to enjoy life better than the Fifth Senior Sister, the island owner. It is great to live a decadent life occasionally!
I need to learn this from Senior Sister Nine!

The extravagant life of the landlord class, seconds!

Zhang Fan stretched comfortably, turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to get up, put on his clothes and shoes!
"Master Thirteen, I'm coming in!"

The early morning air was a little chilly, and with the sound of the door hinge, a woman in green walked in lightly.

She walked as fast as the wind and was dressed in a simple and elegant green dress, which complemented her name perfectly.

Qingyi, arranged by Ninth Senior Sister Lin Xiner to be Zhang Fan’s housekeeper, is also a sixth-rank master!
Zhang Fan looked at her. Before he could answer, this person came in. Wasn't he afraid that he liked to sleep naked? A trace of doubt arose in his heart: It turned out to be Qingyi. Is the person sent by Ninth Senior Sister so casual?

Qingyi walked to the bed, bowed slightly, and said in a soft and respectful voice: "Thirteenth Master, we are here to serve you in the morning."

Qingyi's voice was like the singing of birds in the morning, clear and pleasant, making Zhang Fan feel numb all over.

Zhang Fan was stunned. He didn’t expect that Qingyi would be so thoughtful and considerate. What a great day.

I secretly thought that these words were very literary, and I got up early in the morning. I might have thought that I was serving Zhang Fanchenbo!

But seeing that Zhang Fan didn't say anything, he thought that Zhang Fan was embarrassed, and said, "Thirteenth Master? Then I will call the servants in?"

Zhang Fan came back to his senses then. It wasn't that he was distracted, but why didn't he notice yesterday that this girl in green was such a stunning beauty that her toes could not be seen when she looked down!

Thinking about it, the rouge I wore yesterday should be pretty good!

Zhang Fan nodded. This was not to be underestimated. I had received this kind of treatment in my previous life. Then he waved his sleeves and said calmly, "Okay!"

Seeing this, Qingyi turned around and stepped aside, clapped his hands and said to the outside: "Come in! Serve the Thirteenth Master well!"

Qingyi understood, turned around and walked to the door, clapping her hands gently. Then, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the maids entered one after another.

They held various items in their hands, some held clothes, some held shoe trays, some held belts and hair crowns, and two maids held a copper basin and a towel respectively.

They just stretch out their hands for clothes and open their mouths for food, and kings, nobles, and sons of wealthy families are no more than that.

Really spot on!
Zhang Fan's eyes wandered among the busy figures of the maids, and he felt a little excited. If this maid was in her previous life, she would have been a well-known internet celebrity.

This look includes the loli, the queen, the student-like, the girl next door, and the lady next door!

I'm not really used to being served, but this kind of reluctant feeling of power is somewhat fascinating.

Qingyi stood aside, and the other maids served Zhang Fan carefully. Every movement was full of respect and meticulousness.

However, Zhang Fan knew that the maids would secretly glance at his face from time to time, and when their eyes met his, they would blush and lower their heads. Such beauty is a feast for the eyes, and can be used for breakfast!
I can only sigh, Ninth Senior Sister won’t allow it!

The maids dressed Zhang Fan in gorgeous clothes, tied an exquisite belt on him, and put on a gorgeous hair crown.

Another mirror was brought over so that Zhang Fan could look at himself to see if he was satisfied.
When Zhang Fan saw the mirror, his pupils contracted for a moment, then returned to normal and no one noticed.

Come to think of it, this large floor-to-ceiling mirror should be something Fan Xian made in Danzhou. I didn't expect that Ninth Senior Sister also bought one. It's really that the money was made by outsiders. I don't know how much Fan Xian made!

After looking at himself in the mirror, Zhang Fan was very satisfied. He looked like a rich young man from a book, gentle as jade. The maids behind him were staring at him and whispering.

"Master Thirteen, do you have any plans for today?" Qingyi glared at the maids, called them to go out, then turned to Zhang Fan and asked softly. The voice was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, more comfortable than a full-body essential oil spa plus a triangle massage.

Zhang Fan was slightly stunned. He had never thought about this. Besides waiting for Lao Huang, what else could he do?

He pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "I want to walk around. I'm quite interested in this village. How about taking a look around here?"

Qingyi nodded slightly, smiled softly and said, "Okay, Master Thirteen, I will arrange the carriage and guards right away."

Zhang Fan nodded, but felt a little helpless.

He knew that this place was arranged by Ninth Senior Sister specifically to protect him. What were these Fifth and Ninth Senior Sisters doing?
Qingyi also retreated at this time, and Zhang Fan also walked out of the door and sat down at the stone table in the yard. Breakfast and porridge were already prepared on the table.

Breakfast and porridge were already prepared on the table.

Zhang Fan sat at the stone table, looking at the food in front of him. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of hot pancake and put it into his mouth.

The crispness of the pancake and the deliciousness of the filling intertwined in his mouth, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and enjoy the wonderful taste.

After finishing the pancakes, he took another sip of porridge.

The porridge was of just the right temperature and had a smooth texture, making him feel a warmth spreading through his stomach.

"Master! You didn't even call me when you had breakfast!"

Zhou Cai was resting in a small room nearby. Probably because he heard the noise in Zhang Fan's room, he hesitated for a long time before getting up!
Zhang Fan glanced at them and said, "Don't you want to learn martial arts? Why do you need someone to wake you up? Don't you understand the principle of training in the hottest days of summer?"

Zhou Cai touched his head when he heard this and said with a chuckle: "Master, I remember it, I remember it, is that okay?"

The boy agreed quickly, but his eyes were always looking at the porridge and pancakes on the table!
Zhang Fan shook his head and said unhappily, "Eat!"

"Practice after eating! Practice after eating!"

"After you finish eating, follow me out!"

"Hey, hey! Okay! Okay!"

After Zhou Cai finished speaking, he immediately took a pancake and started to eat it in big mouthfuls. He was really a little brat who was eating his father out of money. Soon, the pancake and porridge were all gone!

"Master Thirteen, the carriage and guards are ready." Qing Yi's voice came from behind, and the timing was just right.

Zhang Fan put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up, asked Zhou Cai to wipe his mouth, nodded to Qing Yi and said, "Let's go."

Qingyi smiled slightly, turned around and led Zhang Fan out the door.

Outside the door, a carriage had been waiting for a long time. It was the same carriage from yesterday, and the people were the same as yesterday.

Zhang Fan got on the carriage and sat in the comfortable seat. The carriage started slowly and drove out of the manor.

Qingyi also rode one and followed beside them.

The carriage was driving on the road of Zhuangzi. Zhang Fan looked at the scenery outside through the window and couldn't help feeling deeply moved.

Although this manor is not big, it is full of mystery and temptation to Zhang Fan, making him want to find out more.

why?
That is of course a farming gene engraved in our bones, as well as a desire for infrastructure!
The carriage had been shaking for less than half an incense stick of time when Zhou Cai, who was driving outside the carriage, said, "Master, we're here!"

I didn't feel it yesterday, but the shaking along the way made Zhang Fan feel a little uncomfortable. Not long after the carriage started, it floated up. Next time, I have to ask Zhu Tianfan and the others to find some books on car shock absorption and put them in a book room, otherwise I can't enjoy it. It's easy to sprain the sponge when it shakes. The carriage slowly stopped, and Zhang Fan got off the car. In front of him was a vast field.

The early morning sun shines across the fields, coating everything in a golden glow.

The Wudi City in the distance is looming in the sunlight, like a beautiful painting.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air of the fields, and his mood became cheerful.

He turned to look at Zhou Cai beside him and said with a smile: "How is it? I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful scenery outside Wudi City, right?"

Zhou Cai widened his eyes, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow! Master, the scenery here is so beautiful! I have never seen such a beautiful field!"

Zhang Fan smiled, then turned to look at Qing Yi and asked, "Qing Yi, do you know who owns this field?"

Qing Yi smiled slightly and replied, "Master Thirteen, this piece of land is Zhuangzi's property. The owner has specifically told you to treat it as your own home."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan nodded, as if he was thinking about something.

He turned around and said, "Zhou Cai, go down and practice your boxing skills."

After saying that, he turned to look at Qing Yi, smiled slightly and said: "Qing Yi, look at my eyes!"

When Qing Yi heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He didn't know what Zhang Fan was doing, but he still replied respectfully: "Thirteenth Master, yes!"

After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Fan.

A flash of red light flashed in Zhang Fan’s eyes. It was the mind-control technique!
"Master Thirteen! Your eyes."

Qing Yi hadn't finished his words when he stood there in a daze. The spirit in his eyes was gone, leaving only emptiness.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath. This mind-control technique actually has such an effect. He must try it!
Zhang Fan said tentatively: "Ask someone to bring a chair over. I want to sit here for a while!"

Qingyi's eyes instantly regained their previous alertness and he turned around to make arrangements.

Zhang Fan looked at this, touched his non-existent mustache, and expressed his interest!
Of course, he would not harm Qingyi for no reason. He was just doing an experiment and would remove it soon. He didn't know what the effect would be after it was removed!
Soon Qingyi finished his arrangements and turned to walk towards Zhang Fan. He made eye contact with Zhang Fan and then suddenly froze in place, a little confused, but without thinking much about it. He continued to walk to Zhang Fan's side and waited.

"Master Qingyi! The chair you asked for is here!" The guard moved a chair over and placed it next to him.

Qing Yi was a little confused, "Chair?"

The guard was also stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Oh, yes! I will go and get one for you, Master Qingyi, right away! Right away! Right away!"

Zhang Fan nodded upon seeing this, and understood. It seemed that the people controlled by this mind-control technique had no idea what they had done while being controlled. So the task of keeping an eye on Lao Huang's whereabouts could be left to these guards!

Zhang Fan smiled and said to Qing Yi: "Qing Yi! What's wrong? I just asked you to arrange for someone to move the chair! If you don't feel well, go back and rest!"

Qingyi looked confused, thinking that he was sick, but then he shook his head. After all, he was a sixth-rank master, how could he be sick!

Probably because he was tired recently, he thought and said, "Master Thirteen! It's okay, maybe he's a little tired!"

"No! You are tired! Go back and rest!" Zhang Fan said lightly.

"Yes! I'm tired! I'll go back and rest!" Qingyi murmured.

Zhang Fan glanced at the old farmer who was carrying water even though the river was very close to him and said, "Yes! Remember, we have been in the farm today. I drew a picture of a dragon bone waterwheel for you this afternoon! This is a gift for Senior Sister!"

Qingyi repeated it again and then stood there motionless.

The guards scattered around were looking around with a fierce look in their eyes, and they did not notice the situation here.

The guard who went to find a chair also came back carrying one, ran over immediately, put the chair down, and turned and left as if he was a little afraid of Qingyi!

Zhang Fan shouted at the man's back, "Come here! The one carrying the chair, yes, you, come here!"

The guard quickly turned around, bowed and clasped his fists, saying, "Master Thirteen!"

"Keep your head up!"

The guard looked up at Zhang Fan and immediately met Zhang Fan's eyes that were shining with red light. Zhang Fan whispered a few more words, and the guard called people over one by one, and all of them were hit by the mind-control technique!
This mind-control technique is really useful!

Zhang Fan arranged tasks for the guards. Since they didn't know which direction Old Huang would come from, he simply asked them to change into farm clothes and go to the tea stalls and wine stalls at the intersections to wait. This way, he would have a signal as soon as Old Huang arrived!
But he hasn't figured out how to treat Lao Huang yet!

To save or not to save, what does it matter if I save?
Difficult!

I simply don't want to think about it. After this period of time,
Zhang Fan glanced at the sky, then said to Zhou Cai who was still practicing the "Powerful Bull Demon Fist" in the distance: "Okay, let's stop here for today. We'll continue tomorrow."

Zhou Cai nodded when he heard this, then waved his hand and shouted, "Master! I'll be back after I finish this practice!"

Zhang Fan nodded and moved his gaze to the other side. About two or three hundred meters away, there was an old farmer carrying water from the field. His back was bent like an arch bridge and every step he took seemed very difficult.

Zhang Fan asked Qing Yi, "Qing Yi, do you know what a dragon bone waterwheel is?"

Qingyi replied woodenly: "Thirteenth Master, the dragon bone waterwheel is a gift for the master!"

Zhang Fan shook his head and asked again: "Qingyi, look into my eyes!"

After staring at each other, they immediately looked away, as if what had just happened had never happened. Qingyi also didn't notice any changes. Suddenly, she heard Zhang Fan say, "Qingyi! Do you know about the dragon bone waterwheel?"

Qing Yi was bewildered when she heard this. She shook her head and replied, "Master Thirteen, what is a waterwheel? We have never heard of it here."

That's it!

In ancient times, if you don’t engage in infrastructure construction and inventions, you will feel uncomfortable!

Then Qing Yi said in a surprised tone: "Hey! Where are the guards?"

Zhang Fan's tone was a little harsh, but also somewhat calm as he said, "I arranged for them to help me with my work. Qingyi, are you always so easily distracted?"

Hearing this tone, Qingyi immediately made a move to kneel down, but was supported by Zhang Fan. Qingyi looked up at Zhang Fan and said, "It's Master Thirteen..."

Zhang Fan smiled, without any intention of blaming him: "I was just joking! Don't scare me!"

After saying that, he pinched Qingyi's little hand.

Qingyi blushed all of a sudden, but didn't take her hand away!

It took Qing Yi a while to come back to her senses. She pulled her hand out and turned her back to Zhang Fan. She wondered what was wrong with her. Why was she always absent-minded? Could it be that she really did that? The more she thought about it, the redder she became, and she dared not look at Zhang Fan.

(End of this chapter)