Chapter 4: I'll plant corn to support you

The courtyard at home is quite large, and the cement floor has cracked. In the middle of winter, a tiny violet flower still drilled out from the crack, trembling in the cold wind and blooming into a small purple flower.

Song Tan stared at the flower, only feeling that after changing environments, even this little wild flower looked beautiful.

Song Sancheng put the luggage in the main room and hurriedly called his daughter:

"Tan Tan, it's cold outside, hurry into the house to warm up by the fire."

Saying this, he also rubbed his hands and feet: "Riding a motorcycle is really cold!"

Song Tan was slow to react—yes, riding a bike in the middle of winter is indeed very cold.

But she didn't feel much.

Spreading her hands, she saw her palms were as white as jade. She thought it was because she had desperately repaired her body during the car accident to avoid a certain death, and because of this, her body had been tempered to a certain extent.

However, it was also very limited.

For example, at this moment, a cold wind blew, and Song Tan's body shivered uncontrollably. She was stunned for a moment and hurriedly dived into the house.

This is a small room for heating.

The area is not large. In the corner by the window, there is an iron stove with a square iron plate on top. The flue is made long, bending at the ceiling, and extending to the wall hole on the other side.

In this way, the fire in the stove is burning, and the hot, teasing smoke is discharged out of the house through the flue. As long as the fire is burning, the whole room will be warm, comparable to a heated room in the Northeast.

Song Sancheng hadn't seen his daughter for a long time—that's the bad thing about working in a big city; there are few holidays, and it's hard to buy tickets during peak times.

The last time they met was during the New Year.

But there were only three days of holiday, and she went to work overtime on the fourth day, which was very hard.

His first child was such a daughter, and usually, whatever the daughter said went, even after the son was born, it was still such a habit.

At this moment, he thought about it, and didn't know what to say, so he stretched out his ruthless iron hand to take the roasted sweet potato from the top of the stove:

"Are you hungry? Eat a sweet potato to pad your stomach!"

He wasn't afraid of the heat, and Song Tan wasn't afraid now either. At this moment, she reached out to take it: "Dad, you eat too."

"I won't eat!" Song Sancheng hurriedly waved his hand: "When I was young, your grandma made us eat sweet potatoes every day. This thing causes heartburn if you eat too much, I'm sick of it."

Song Tan was silent for a moment.

And Song Sancheng finally found a topic: "How long are you staying at home this time?"

Song Tan opened her mouth. In the Immortal Cultivation World, she was always a straightforward character who would fight if she didn't agree, but at this moment, the words she spoke felt as heavy as a thousand catties.

"Dad, I resigned, I want to go home and farm."

Song Sancheng was silent instantly. After a long while, he sighed: "Tan Tan, you don't know the hardship of farming."

"You, a college student, coming back to farm, I'm not afraid of people laughing at me, but you really can't endure that hardship."

The implication was that he didn't approve.

Song Tan wasn't in a hurry either: "Dad, when I was young, I pulled peanuts, broke corn, picked tea leaves, and watered the vegetable garden. I've done farm work too."

"You didn't do much work!"

Song Sancheng pointed to the old-fashioned blue plastic pesticide sprayer in the utility room: "You can't even carry that bucket!"

That was an old-fashioned blue plastic pesticide sprayer, which weighed a full thirty catties when filled with water. When spraying, you have to carry it on your back and walk around.

But compared to digging tea mountains, harvesting rice, and transplanting seedlings, this was already a very light job.

And don't think that people in the countryside don't use pesticides. Nowadays, pests and weeds have strong drug resistance. If others use them and you don't, then just wait for your grain and tea to be eaten up!

While speaking, Wu Lan brought a pot of milky white fish soup into the room. The lingering fragrance filled the air, and although there was still a slight taste of impurities, it was much better than what she tasted during the day.

"Tan Tan, drink more soup tonight. Your dad caught these crucian carp from the wild pond, they are especially nutritious. You should nourish yourself more."

Turning to see the small piece of gauze on her daughter's head, and hearing that it was an accidental bump, she became even more determined to serve her daughter two more bowls of soup at night!

Wu Lan put the pot on the iron plate of the stove to keep it warm, and turned to see the sweet potato in Song Tan's hand:

"Tan Tan, don't eat the sweet potato yet. This is our local white-hearted sweet potato, it's both floury and choking. Save it for the night, don't wait until you can't eat dinner."

After saying that, without waiting for an answer, she hurriedly returned to the kitchen.

And Song Tan put the sweet potato aside, and looking at Song Sancheng's complicated expression, she went to the utility room, picked up the heavy pesticide bucket, and turned on the water faucet to pour water directly into it.

"Tan Tan!"

Song Sancheng followed her out—looking at his daughter's effortless movements, he didn't know why he felt a sense of bitterness.

His daughter had been obedient and sensible since she was a child, thrifty, and didn't want to spend money even when working outside, all for the sake of this family.

Now the child has an injury on her head, and as soon as she came back, she said she resigned. She must have been wronged in Ningcheng... That's right, every time she called, she was working overtime, and the house she lived in was so small, how could she not suffer?

At this moment, Song Sancheng had already wavered.

If the child wants to come back to farm, let her farm. If she really can't endure the hardship, at worst, she can find a job in the city later, at least it's close to home.

Song Sancheng just wanted to speak, but saw his daughter, who "couldn't endure hardship," carrying it as if she were carrying a toy bear.

At this moment, the 58-year-old authentic farmer Song Sancheng looked at his rough hands, his heart bewildered:

Why do I think that bucket is heavy?

Am I old?

And just at this moment, a cheerful shout suddenly came from afar:

"Sister! Sister!"

Song Tan subconsciously turned her head, only to see a young boy wearing a black cotton vest running from the road. He had long legs, about 1.8 meters tall, but he was thin. But he was fair-skinned, with a small dimple on his cheek, and at this moment, he was running over with a smile, his whole body overflowing with joy:

"Sister!"

This is her younger brother, Song Qiao, 18 years old in physiological age, and 6 years old in psychological age.

Wu Lan gave birth to him when she was forty. There was no habit of prenatal checkups in the countryside, and as a result, he was like this when he was born, forever retaining the intelligence of a six or seven-year-old.

But he was very obedient and sensible. Song Tan had raised him single-handedly since he was a child.

Until she left home for school, and then stayed in Ningcheng...

Song Qiao stood in front of Song Tan, his eyes shining, looking at her obediently, like a puppy.

Song Tan reached out, and the boy obediently lowered his head for her to touch his cold face: "Qiao Qiao."

"Hmm!"

"I'll come back to stay with you, okay?"

"Okay!" Very loudly.

Then he looked at Song Sancheng hesitantly: "But Dad said, you have to earn money, it's very tiring, I can't pester you."

Song Tan laughed out loud and went to check his hands again, looking to see if his fingernails were clean—very obedient, he didn't go digging in the mud in the middle of winter.

"Earning money is too tiring, sister doesn't want to earn it anymore, I'll come back to stay with Qiao Qiao, stay with Mom and Dad, let's be together. Okay?"

Song Qiao didn't know what it meant for a college student, who was rare in the village, to come back to farm. He just cheered:

"Yay!"

"Sister, don't be afraid! I can plant corn, I'll support you!"

At this, even Song Sancheng, who had been frowning, laughed out loud:

"You only know how to put corn kernels into the pit, and break them off the stalk, what do you know about planting corn!" ===== CHAPTER 5 =====