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, as if she was particularly uncomfortable with the air 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. Upon seeing this, he immediately said angrily:
"Song Tan! You still have time to eat, where is the PPT I want? I tell you if you can't hand it in before 2 o'clock, don't do it!"
Song Tan stood up and said: Have you forgotten 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 was not easy for him to find an employee who was obedient, hard-working, and capable of paying off.
Huo Xueying stopped eating and came over 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:
"Just leave! Tantan, let me help you pack your things! You need to take care of yourself first. I’ll go find you after get off work!”
What Song Tan just said 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 hens that cooed, and the big fat pigs that hummed...
There are pigs in her hometown. She didn't know if there were no impurities, but it must be better than the ones in the city, right?
At this moment, she couldn't wait to go home.
"No, I'm serious. I'll pack up the rental car later and then go straight back to my hometown!"
At this time, Huo Xueying was also sluggish.
...
Song Tan packed the bags 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 ID from the police station, she took a taxi back to the rental house with the box in her arms.
In 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.
On the 1.2 meter small bed, the cotton 4-piece suit still has 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 box that 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 - she left early, the deposit would not be refunded, and the excess rent would be refunded.
Forget it, there are still 63,500 yuan left!
Back home!
……
High-speed rail, taxi.
For four hours, Song Tan, who was willing to spend money, did not pass the train or bus like before.
At this moment, she was standing on the side of the road five or six hours earlier than usual.
Looking at the gurgling stream on the other side of the road, breathing in the air that is different from the city (although it is still a little turbid), the whole person finally breaks away from the swaying state.
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:
"Tantan, why are you on vacation?"
The middle-aged man got out of the car, put the huge suitcase on the iron frame behind the motorcycle, and tied it up several times with rubber bands. After shaking again, he said:
"Get in the car, dad will take you back, your mom baked 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.
Song Tan had tears in his eyes. He looked at this ordinary man who was full of worries, tried his best 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 has been working overtime recently, so I just came back to rest for a few days.”
"Then you have to rest. What if you get sick at such a young age?"
The spark lever of the motorcycle was stepped on a few times, and then it made a roar. Song Tan subconsciously held the rear frame with his backhand, Feel the fresher scent of the wind blowing on your 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 traveled 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.
After all the calculations, there are now 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 fluctuation from his spiritual roots. Being able to have this reaction proves that there is something deep in the mountains and old forests. , it is indeed more suitable for practice.
Thinking of his abilities after recovering his cultivation, Song Tan became more and more confident about the future.
In the world of cultivation, she has the spiritual roots of water and wood, and 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 breakthrough, Song Tan planted spiritual plants in the back mountains for hundreds of years, carefully experiencing life and death, withering and prosperity, wind, frost, snow, rain, sunshine and morning dew.
The ability to nourish plants and trees with spiritual energy is almost perfect.
Now that she is lucky enough to have another life, she will not ask for anything else when she returns to the countryside. She will just grow something she can eat.
The food in this world was so polluted that it was really hard 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 and 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 and cooked a few more , I’ll give you another scrambled egg. Don’t you like eggs? It’s too late to kill the chicken now, so I’ll stew it for you tomorrow—Old Song, go grab 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 eat it. Fish love to put this on, 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 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, just coriander."
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