Chapter 3 3. Go back to your hometown and farm
Song Tan came to his senses and took his takeaway—this was a fine meal from a private restaurant with the best reputation, worth 188.
However, as soon as she opened the box, the aroma of vegetables and the turbid smell were equally mixed, just like the air that she was particularly uncomfortable with now.
Song Tan felt her stomach churn. No matter what, she couldn't eat anymore.
At this moment, the boss, who was respectfully called "Wang Papi" by his employees, walked in and immediately said angrily:
“Song Tan! You still have time to eat, where is the PPT I want? I’m telling you, if you can’t hand it in before 2 o’clock, don’t do it!”
Song Tan stood up and said, "I forgot something!" She's here to get fired!
“Okay, remember to punch in your salary on time, I will resign and go back to my hometown now!”
The whole office was stunned.
Seeing that Song Tan had already started to pack things, Wang Bapi stood there, confused and aggrieved at the moment:
“I…I don’t mean that either…”
It is not easy for him to find employees who are obedient, hard-working and capable of paying off.
Huo Xueying didn’t even eat anymore, so she came over and wanted to persuade Song Tan not to be impulsive. Today's general environment is not good, and it is not easy to change jobs.
As a result, I suddenly saw the bald hair on the other side of Song Tan's head and the gauze attached. At this moment, I didn't know why but I felt aggrieved:
“Let’s go! Tantan, I’ll help you pack your things! You need to recuperate first. I’ll go find you after get off work!”
What Song Tan said just now was a wish that had been hidden in his body for many years. After saying those words, her mind quickly recalled the green mountains and green waters at home, the fat hen that cooed, and the big fat pig that hummed...
She doesn’t know if the pigs in her hometown have impurities, but they are definitely better than those in the city?
At this moment, she couldn't wait to go home.
“No, I’m serious, I’ll pack it up later and go back to my hometown!”
At this moment, Huo Xueying was also sluggish.
…
Song Tan’s packing speed was extremely fast.
Isn’t the purpose of two lifetimes of hard work just to have a better life?
Now that I have the ability to cultivate myself (although I haven’t started practicing yet), isn’t it comfortable to go home and be self-sufficient?
After getting the temporary certificate from the police station, she took a taxi back to the rental house with the box in her arms.
It is a small house of 20 square meters. There are a few clothes hanging by the window and a stack of books on the desk, all of which are work-related study materials.
The 4-piece cotton set on the 1-meter-2 small bed still bears the wrinkles from yesterday’s hasty trip out. Looking at it, Song Tan couldn't help but think of how frugal he used to be.
She sighed silently.
I dug out the cardboard boxes I was reluctant to throw away, packed some simple toiletries, and unpacked a four-piece bedding set, a box of clothes, and three pairs of shoes.
gone.
After tidying up a bit, she called the landlord and asked her to leave early. The deposit would not be refunded and the excess rent would be refunded.
After doing the math, I still have 63,500 yuan left!
Going back to my hometown!
…
High-speed rail, taxi.
For four hours, Song Tan, who was willing to spend money, did not pass the train or bus all the way like before.
At this moment, she was standing on the side of the road five or six hours earlier than usual.
On the road on the hillside in the distance, a motorcycle roared over, going downhill, passing through fields planted with tea trees on both sides, and finally stopped in front of her.
The short, dark-skinned man looked at her, with a smile on his simple face:
“Tan Tan, why are you on holiday?”
The middle-aged man got out of the car, put the huge suitcase on the iron stand at the back of the motorcycle, tied it several times with rubber bands, shook it again, and then said:
"Get in the car, dad will take you back. Your mother roasted sweet potatoes at home, and I caught some crucian carp to stew for you yesterday - what's wrong with your head?" This is her dad, Song Sancheng.
With tears in her eyes, Song Tan looked at this ordinary man who was full of worries, tried to smile, and then pretended to touch his head casually: "It's okay, I knocked a little when I got off work, but the company keeps working overtime recently, so I just came back. Take a few days off.”
“Then you have to rest, or what if you get the root of the disease at a young age?”
The ignition lever of the motorcycle was stepped on a few times, and then it made a roar. Song Tan subconsciously held the back frame with his backhand, feeling the fresher smell of the wind blowing on his face.
Go up the mountain, twist and turn, and the trees become more and more dense. Even in the cold winter, you can see the green tea mountains and pine forests...
This is her hometown, Yuncheng, Qingxi Town, Yunqiao Village.
A hometown with mountains, rivers and four distinct seasons.
This is her new life.
…
The motorcycle drove over mountains and ridges for more than ten minutes, and finally approached the village after a long downhill slope.
Yunqiao Village is located in the mountains. Although it is no longer a problem to go out with the village access road and the daily shuttle bus, the winding mountain road still brings inconvenience. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer young people in the village.
The old people are gradually passing away, the young ones are moving away, and the people staying in the village have become increasingly sparse.
Having made every effort, now there are no more than 30 households in the surrounding area.
But, what is there? As a cultivator, what kind of deep mountains and old forests have you never stayed in? The retreat can last for months or even decades, and it doesn't matter whether there are people or not.
…
Song Tan got off the motorcycle and felt a strange feeling in his body that was about to move - it was the fluctuations from his spiritual roots. Such a reaction proved that the deep mountains and old forests were indeed more suitable for cultivation.
Thinking about his abilities after recovering his cultivation level, Song Tan became more and more confident about the future.
In the world of cultivation, she has the spiritual roots of water and wood, so she practices two systems of skills, which are the most vital.
It's just that the way of heaven is difficult and the golden elixir is difficult to achieve. Without the golden elixir, she would not be able to control her own destiny in the world of cultivation, where the weak and the strong preyed on each other.
In order to seek opportunities for breakthroughs, Song Tan has been planting spiritual plants in the back mountains for hundreds of years, carefully experiencing life and death, withering and prosperity, wind, frost, snow and rain, and sunshine and morning dew.
The ability to nourish plants and trees with spiritual energy has almost become a skill.
Now that she is lucky enough to have another life, she will not ask for anything else when she returns to the countryside. She should just grow something she can eat.
This earthly food is so polluted that it is really difficult for her to swallow it!
Thinking of this, my stomach became increasingly hungry after not eating for a day, and the first thing I felt was a tangy aroma.
A short, fat woman also came out of the kitchen on the other side of the yard:
"Tantan, what do you want to eat tonight? I stewed crucian carp soup, cooked a few more, and scrambled some eggs for you. Don't you love eggs? It's too late to kill the chicken now. I'll stew it for you tomorrow - old man Song, go pick up two handfuls of coriander and put them in the fish soup later."
Coriander is coriander, and Song Tan’s whole family loves this flavor.
Song Tan looked at her mother Wulan and also laughed: "Add two more big handfuls of fat. Ningcheng never adds this to fish. I've been thinking about it for a long time."
The locals in Yuncheng like to use this when eating fish, and it has a unique aroma. Song Tan didn't know until he went to work in Ningcheng that the scientific name of this "big fat" was Huoxiang, and it seemed that even outsiders (including Ningcheng) didn't eat it.
Ulan laughed out loud: "Can the food cooked in restaurants outside taste good? But in this winter, there is no big fat, so I'll just use coriander."
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