Chapter 3: Let's go back to the hometown to farm

Song Tan came back to her senses and took her food delivery—this was a boutique meal from the best-reputed private kitchen restaurant, worth 188.

However, as soon as she opened the box, the aroma of the food and the turbid aura were mixed together, just like the air she was exceptionally unaccustomed to now.

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

Just at this moment, the dear boss, whom the employees respectfully called "Wang the Skinflint," walked in. Seeing this, he immediately said angrily:

"Song Tan! You still have the heart to eat, where is the PPT I want? I'm telling you, if you don't hand it in before 2 o'clock, you can just stop working!"

Song Tan felt as if she had been offered a wonderful way out and immediately stood up:

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

Everyone in the office was stunned.

Seeing that Song Tan had already started packing her things, Wang the Skinflint stood there, feeling both bewildered and aggrieved at this moment:

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

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

Huo Xueying stopped eating and walked over, wanting to persuade Song Tan not to be impulsive. The current environment is not good, and changing jobs is not easy.

As a result, she suddenly saw the hair on the other side of Song Tan's head that had been shaved bald, and the gauze stuck to it. For some reason, she also felt aggrieved at this moment:

"Go if you want! Tan Tan, I'll help you pack! You rest your body first, I'll come find you after work!"

Song Tan's words just now were a wish hidden in her body for many years. After saying those words, she quickly recalled the green mountains and clear waters of her home, the fat mother hen clucking, and the big fat pig grunting...

She didn't know if the pigs in her hometown had impurities, but they must be better than the ones in the city, right?

At this moment, her heart to go home was impatient.

"No need, I'm serious. I'll go back to my rental to pack in a while, and then go straight back to my hometown!"

Now, even Huo Xueying was stunned.

Song Tan packed with unusual speed.

Wasn't her hard struggle in two lifetimes just to be able to have a better life?

Now that she has the skills of a cultivator (although she hasn't started cultivating yet), isn't it comfortable to go home and be self-sufficient?

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

In the 20-square-meter small house, a few pieces of clothes were hanging by the window, and a stack of books on the desk were all learning materials related to work.

On the 1.2-meter small bed, the cotton four-piece set still had the wrinkles from when she left in a hurry yesterday. Looking at it, Song Tan couldn't help but remember how thrifty she used to be.

She sighed silently.

She dug out a cardboard box she couldn't bear to throw away, packed some simple toiletries, took apart the four-piece bedding set, a box of clothes, and three pairs of shoes.

That was it.

After tidying up a bit, she called the landlord—leaving early, the deposit was not refunded, and the extra rent was refunded.

After calculating, there were still 63,500 yuan left!

Going back to her hometown!

High-speed rail, taxi.

After four hours, Song Tan, who was willing to spend money, didn't take 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.

Looking at the babbling stream on the other side of the road, breathing the air that was different from the city (although still a bit turbid), she finally detached herself from her swaying state.

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

The man with a short stature and dark skin looked at her, a smile appearing on his simple face:

"Tan Tan, why are you on holiday?"

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

"Get on, Dad will take you back. Your mom baked sweet potatoes at home, and I caught a few crucian carp yesterday to stew for you—what happened to your head?"

This is her dad, Song Sancheng.

Song Tan's eyes were filled with tears. Looking at this ordinary man full of worry, she tried hard to smile, and then pretended to touch her head nonchalantly: "It's nothing, I bumped it when I got off work, but the company has been asking for overtime lately, so I just came back to rest for a few days."

"Then you have to rest, otherwise what will you do if you get a chronic illness while you're young?"

The motorcycle's kick-starter was kicked hard several times, and then it roared. Song Tan subconsciously held onto the back rack with her backhand, feeling the increasingly fresh smell of the wind blowing on her face.

Going up the mountain, bending, increasingly dense trees, even in the cold winter, she could see the green tea mountains, pine forests...

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

A hometown with mountains and water, and distinct seasons.

This is her new life.

The motorcycle climbed over mountains and ridges for over ten minutes, and finally approached the village after a long downhill slope.

Yunqiao Village is in the mountains. Although it's no longer a problem to go out after the village-to-village roads and the daily bus, the winding mountain roads still bring inconvenience. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer young people in the village.

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

All in all, there aren't even 30 households left in the surrounding area now.

But, what of it? As a cultivator, what deep mountains and old forests hasn't she stayed in? Retreats often lasted months, or even decades, so it didn't matter whether there were people or not.

Song Tan got off the motorcycle, only feeling a wonderful feeling stirring in her body—that was the fluctuation from her spiritual roots. Being able to have this reaction proved that the deep mountains and old forests were indeed more suitable for cultivation.

Thinking of her abilities after recovering her cultivation, Song Tan became increasingly confident in the future.

In the Cultivation World, she had dual water and wood spiritual roots, and she practiced techniques of both systems, which were the most full of vitality.

It's just that the Heavenly Dao is difficult, and the Golden Core is hard to form. Without forming a Golden Core, the Cultivation World is a place where the strong prey on the weak, and she couldn't control her own destiny.

In order to seek a breakthrough opportunity, Song Tan spent a hundred years planting spiritual herbs at the back of the mountain, carefully savoring life, death, withering, flourishing, wind, frost, snow, rain, sunlight, and morning dew.

Her ability to nourish plants with spiritual energy had almost been trained into an instinct.

Now that she is lucky enough to have another lifetime, then returning to the countryside, she doesn't ask for anything else; let's just plant some things she can eat first.

This mortal food has too many impurities; she really can't swallow it!

Thinking of this, her stomach, which hadn't eaten all day, became increasingly hungry, and the first thing was a pungent aroma.

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

"Tan Tan, what do you want to eat tonight? I stewed crucian carp soup, and burned a few more, and I'll stir-fry an egg for you. Don't you love eating eggs? It's too late to kill a chicken now, I'll stew one for you tomorrow—Old Song, go and pull two handfuls of coriander, put it in the fish soup later."

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

Song Tan looked at her mom, Wu Lan, and also laughed: "Add two more handfuls of fish mint, they never put this in fish in Ning City, I've missed it for a long time."

Local people in their Yun City love to put this in fish. Song Tan only found out after working in Ning City that the scientific name of this "fish mint" is Houttuynia cordata, and outsiders (including Ning City) don't seem to eat it.

Wu Lan laughed out loud: "Can the food in the restaurants outside be delicious? But in this winter, where would there be fish mint? Just use coriander." ===== CHAPTER 4 =====