Don't even mention the Transcendent Realm; even for a martial artist in the Stepping Dust Realm, repairing a thatched hut isn't a difficult task. So, Yang Fan didn't plan to really live in just a thatched hut; he intended to construct a new house. Moreover, with plentiful forest nearby, it would be even easier for Yang Fan.
Indeed, that's how it was. Yang Fan spent ten minutes marking out a place behind the thatched hut for the new house, then spent an hour cutting trees and trimming the wood.
By the afternoon, the wooden house was completed, entirely made of wood. Yang Fan laid several layers of planks on the roof to ensure it wouldn't leak when it rained.
Of course, Yang Fan didn't need to go to this extent, but for authenticity, and for this old beggar who unwittingly validated his identity, he should put in a little more effort.
"Uncle, how is it?"
"Good! Er Gouzi, have you been learning to build houses all these years since you didn't come back?"
