Chapter 972: Eager to Return Home

It was said there was no traffic, but in reality, when Master Li drove from Wanhe Garden to outside the Sixth Ring Road, he happened to catch a wave of the rush hour.

So much so that when he returned to the rental company to hand over, the time had already reached 7:00. The winter snow on both sides of the road had not melted, reflecting mottled white under the streetlights, cold and icy.

Song Tan had lingering fears: "Fortunately, I don't live here, otherwise going out would be annoying to death..."

Qiao Qiao also stretched his legs, for the first time complaining: "Sitting in the car is so tiring..."

Can it not be tiring? Going back still takes nine hours!

Song Tan looked at the back seat: "The noodles are all bagged and put in the car bucket, you go to the back seat to sleep later, and when you wake up, you'll be almost home."

Qiao Qiao only slept for a few hours the day before, and had been rushing around all day, so he was truly a bit tired now. He obediently waited for Song Tan to park and change to the back seat, and at this moment looked at Song Tan worriedly:

"Sister, will you be tired? Why don't we park the car and sleep."

Song Tan laughed: "You sleep."

Park the car and sleep... then why did she bother? The pig-slaughtering banquet had to be prepared, and there were many things at home!

Most importantly, she didn't like the bustling city that much now!

In the back seat, Qiao Qiao curled up and lay down, his breathing gradually becoming steady, while Song Tan stared ahead, feeling the spiritual energy that hadn't advanced at all in these two days, and couldn't help but let out a deep breath.

There was no spiritual energy in the city, and the spiritual energy in the mountains and forests seemed limited too. Otherwise, she had cultivated for two lifetimes, but although the progress was fast at the beginning, it had gradually stalled now...

Perhaps, this was the check and balance or limit of this world.

But it didn't matter, Song Tan saw it very openly. Now that the whole family could live happily, she was already very satisfied. Although there was little spiritual energy, the accumulation of bit by bit over a long time could always save some progress.

Not to mention anything else, taking care of her family was definitely something she could do.

Since that was the case, what was there to be uneasy about?

The car gradually got on the highway, she stepped on the gas pedal lightly, eager to return home.

And at the Old Song family, everyone was sitting around the stove roasting fire, while worrying about Song Tan and Qiao Qiao.

"They said they'd be back tomorrow morning, why are they in such a rush? Driving at night is so unsafe."

Wu Lan muttered.

Song Sancheng also sighed: "Yes, why take Qiao Qiao? It would be better to take me. If she's tired from driving on the road, I can switch with her."

It was Zhang Yanping who was very at ease: "With Tan Tan's skills, the road in our village was so broken before and she drove so smoothly. Now that she's walking on national highways or expressways, it must be smoother, it's fine."

It was Tang Old Lady who knew Wu Lan was missing the children, so she diverted the topic: "Didn't they say it's the end of the year, and many people in the village are coming back? Why do I feel like not many have come back?"

Speaking of this, Wu Lan had something to talk about: "Teacher Tang, you don't know, now people in our village go out to work. Factories don't want older people, and those that do are usually factories that are in urgent need of people."

"But the work in these factories is tight, and they don't let people go easily. They usually have to work until the end of the year to let them return—they have to resign a month in advance."

"If they insist on leaving, the withheld wages and such will be troublesome."

"Exactly!" Song Sancheng also sighed: "It's too hard for us farmers to earn money now—we don't have retirement pensions, and now when we go out to work, others don't dare to want us, fearing that if something happens, they won't be able to afford the compensation."

"Many people in the village go to construction sites. The superiors arrange physical examinations. If there is high blood pressure or something, they won't let them work directly."

"If they can't work, they are reluctant to leave, so they can only consume time there."

Tang Old Lady frowned. She had researched these, but clearly, it wasn't as intuitive as people saying it face-to-face.

At this moment, looking at the expressions of the couple, and then looking at Professor Song who didn't speak on the side, she thought that this old man had spent his whole life in the fields, and now it seemed he could help quite a few people.

She comforted the two: "It's okay, next year your family's business will grow, and you will definitely recruit people in the village to help. You can create quite a few positions."

"Besides, aren't we trying to propagate that strawberry in Tian Tian's greenhouse? If it works, now that the road is repaired, if there are brave people willing to find us to get some good seedlings back to plant strawberries, they can have some income."

She was old and had a strong aura. At this moment, she spoke slowly and melodiously, but instead had a gentle power that could penetrate people's hearts.

"Don't worry, our changes are happening too fast every day. Things are done slowly, one by one."

Wu Lan agreed deeply.

Seventh Grand-Uncle rarely didn't leave tonight. At this moment, sitting on the side silently with Seventh Grand-Aunt, listening to these words, he suddenly opened his mouth: "My son might be coming back."

"Ah?" Everyone was stunned.

Seventh Grand-Uncle's son... didn't he only exist in legends? He hadn't been back for so many years, why did he suddenly think it through?

And Seventh Grand-Uncle, looking at Wu Lan's surprised expression, hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, it was agreed that the house would be for Tan Tan later. I won't change it."

At this, Wu Lan, who had thoughts about the house at the beginning, laughed out loud:

"Uncle, what are you saying? Our family doesn't lack that house now. I see that Tan Tan doesn't want to live in the city at all. We just treated it as a joke at the beginning."

"Besides, isn't that house not meeting the conditions yet?"

"The son is back, he can't go rent a house, right? It's not appropriate."

She looked at Seventh Grand-Uncle sincerely: "You can teach Qiao Qiao so well, we are already satisfied."

Not to mention anything else, Qiao Qiao's personality was cultivated so well, one was thanks to Teacher Xin Jun, and the other was Seventh Grand-Uncle's love for him.

He taught what should be taught, but usually, he couldn't even bear to scold him. If it were someone else, who would have this meticulousness to teach him seriously?

It was Song Sancheng who started to worry: How to explain to Hong Mei later?

Aunt Song Hongmei had her eyes on that house at the beginning, wanting Tan Tan to get it.

Now that he was suddenly coming back, if Hong Mei knew, she wouldn't come to quarrel! 【972

But Seventh Cousin-Grandpa waved his hand.

"This was all agreed upon beforehand; don't you all try to find ways to push it off. I haven't been without savings for so many years; buying another house like that wouldn't be a problem..."

Not to mention the past, even now he has several thousand a month, and with absolutely nowhere to spend money, could he really be that attached to this house?

What's more...

Seventh Cousin-Grandpa thought with a hint of pride: He is not Old Man Li from the village.

People all say that children are only reliable if they are one's own, but even if Old Man Li hasn't returned yet, if Seventh Cousin-Grandpa were to ponder it, living with his son in the city is probably really not as good as the countryside!

Old Man Li isn't unaware of this in his heart, otherwise, why would he have painfully given Da Huang to Song Tan?

That was his companion for half a lifetime; if it were truly reliable, could he have been willing to part with it? It's nothing more than being old and wanting to be close to his children, deceiving himself and others.