Song Tan’s Chronicle

Chapter 3: 3. Go back to your hometown and farm

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Song Tan came back to his senses and took his takeaway - this was a delicacy worth 188 yuan from a private restaurant with the best reputation.

However, as soon as she opened the box, she smelled a mixture of vegetable aroma and turbid air, as if it was the air that she was particularly uncomfortable with.

Song Tan felt her stomach churning, and she couldn't eat no matter what.

At this moment, the dear boss, who was respected by the employees as "Wang Baopi", walked in and immediately said angrily:

"Song Tan! You still have the mind to eat? Where is the PPT I want? I tell you, if you can't hand it in before 2 o'clock, you can just quit!"

Song Tan seemed to have been given a perfect opportunity and stood up immediately:

"Thank you, boss. Please remember to clock in on time for your salary. I'm resigning now and going back home!"

Everyone in the office was stunned.

Seeing that Song Tan had already started to pack up, Wang Papi stood there, feeling confused and aggrieved:

"I... I didn't mean that..."

It is not easy for him to find an employee who is obedient, hardworking, capable and cheap.

Huo Xueying didn't even eat, and came over to persuade Song Tan not to be impulsive. The current environment is not good, and it is not easy to change jobs.

Then, I suddenly saw the bald hair on the other side of Song Tan's head, and the gauze stuck on it. I don't know why I felt wronged at this moment:

"Let's go! Tan Tan, I'll help you pack your things! You take care of yourself first, I'll come find you after get off work!"

Song Tan's words just now were a wish that had been hidden in her body for many years. After saying that, she quickly recalled the green mountains and clear waters at home, the clucking fat hens, and the grunting big fat pigs...

She didn’t know whether the pigs from her hometown had impurities, but they were definitely better than those in the city, right

At this moment, she couldn't wait to go home.

"No, seriously, I'll go back to the taxi and pack up, and then go straight back home!"

This time, Huo Xueying was also stunned.

Song Tan packed things extremely quickly.

Isn’t the hard work of two lifetimes just for a better life

Now that I have the ability to cultivate myself (although I haven't started practicing yet), wouldn't it be nice to go home and be self-sufficient

After getting her temporary ID from the police station, she took her suitcase and took a taxi back to her rental house.

It is a small house of 20 square meters. There are a few clothes hanging by the window and a pile of books on the desk, all of which are work-related study materials.

On the 1.2-meter-tall bed, the four-piece cotton set still had wrinkles from the day before when he hurried 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 that I couldn't bear to throw away, packed some simple toiletries, unpacked four-piece bedding sets, a box of clothes, and three pairs of shoes.

That’s all.

After packing up a bit, she called the landlord and told him she was leaving early. Her deposit would not be refunded, but all the extra rent would be returned.

After counting, I still have 63,500 yuan!

Back to my hometown!

High-speed rail, taxi.

It took four hours in total. Song Tan, who was willing to spend money, did not take the train or bus as he did 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 and breathing the air that was different from the city air (although it was still a little turbid), I finally came out of my swaying state.

On the road on the distant hillside, a motorcycle roared over, went downhill, passed through fields planted with tea trees on both sides, and finally stopped in front of her.

The short, dark-skinned man looked at her and smiled:

"Tan Tan, why are you on holiday?"

The middle-aged man got off the bike, put the huge suitcase on the iron frame behind the motorcycle, tied it up with rubber bands, shook it, and then spoke:

"Get in the car, Dad will take you home. Your mom has roasted sweet potatoes at home. I caught a few crucian carps yesterday and stewed them for you. What's wrong with your head?"

This is her father, Song Sancheng.

Song Tan had tears in his eyes. He looked at this ordinary man who was full of worry, tried to smile, and then touched his head pretending to be nonchalant: "It's okay, I bumped into it when I got off work, but the company has been asking me to work overtime recently, so I just came back to rest for a few days."

"You have to rest, otherwise what if you get sick at such a young age?"

The motorcycle's ignition lever was stepped on hard several times, and then a roaring sound was heard. Song Tan subconsciously grabbed the rear rack with his backhand, feeling the increasingly refreshing smell of the wind blowing on his face.

Going up the mountain, turning the corners, the trees are getting denser and denser. Even in the cold winter, you can still see the green tea mountains and pine forests...

This is her hometown, Yuncheng, Qingxi Town, Yunqiao Village.

A hometown with mountains, rivers and distinct four seasons.

This is her new life.

The motorcycle climbed over mountains and hills for more than ten minutes and finally approached the village after a long downhill slope.

Yunqiao Village is in the mountains. Although there is a road connecting all villages and a daily bus, it is no longer a problem to go out, but the winding mountain road still brings inconvenience. In recent years, the number of young people in the village has been decreasing.

The elderly are gradually passing away, the young are moving away, and the number of people left in the village is becoming increasingly sparse.

All in all, there are less than 30 households left in the surrounding area.

But, what's the big deal? For a cultivator, what kind of deep mountains and old forests have they not been to? They can stay in seclusion for months or even decades, and it doesn't matter whether there are people around or not.

Song Tan got off the motorcycle and felt a strange feeling stirring in his body - it was the fluctuation from his spiritual roots. This reaction proved that the deep mountains and old forests were indeed more suitable for cultivation.

Thinking about his abilities after recovering his cultivation, Song Tan became more confident about the future.

In the world of cultivation, she has dual spiritual roots of water and wood, and she practices two types of skills, which are the most promising.

But the way of heaven is difficult, and it is difficult to make a golden elixir. If she fails to make a golden elixir, the world of cultivation will be dominated by the law of the jungle, and she will not be able to control her own destiny.

In order to seek an opportunity for a breakthrough, Song Tan has been planting spiritual plants in the back mountain for a hundred years, carefully experiencing life and death, growth and decay, wind, frost, snow, rain, sunshine and morning dew.

His ability to use spiritual energy to nourish plants and trees has almost become an instinct.

Now that she is lucky enough to have another life, she will return to the countryside and not ask for anything else. She will just grow something she can eat first.

This worldly food is so filthy that she really can’t swallow it!

Thinking of this, my stomach, which hadn't eaten for a day, became even hungrier, and the first thing I smelled was a fragrant aroma.

A short and fat woman also came out from the kitchen on the other side of the yard:

"Tan Tan, what do you want to eat tonight? I made crucian carp soup and roasted a few more fish. I'll also fry some eggs for you. Don't you like eggs? It's too late to kill the chicken right now, so I'll make it for you tomorrow. Lao Song, go pick some coriander and put them in the fish soup later."

Coriander is cilantro, and Song Tan’s whole family loves this taste.

Song Tan looked at her mother Wu Lan and laughed, "Add two more handfuls of big fat. Ning Cheng never puts this in fish. I've been thinking about it for a long time."

The locals in Yuncheng love to put this in their fish, which has a unique aroma. Song Tan didn't know until he came to Ningcheng to work that the scientific name of this "big fat" is Patchouli, and outsiders (including Ningcheng) don't seem to eat it.

Wu Lan laughed out loud: "How can the food in the restaurant outside be delicious? But it's winter, there's no fat, so let's just use coriander."