Song Tan came to his senses and took his takeaway - it 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 Qinqin, 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's the PPT I want? I'm telling you if you can't hand it in before 2 o'clock, don't do it!"
Song Tan seemed to be handed a wonderful step and stood up immediately:
"Thank you boss, please remember to check 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 employees who were obedient, hard-working, and capable of paying off.
Huo Xueying didn't eat anymore, so she came over and wanted 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 attached to it. At this moment, I didn't know why but I felt aggrieved:
"Let's go! Tantan, I'll help you pack your things! You need to recuperate first. I'll go find you after get off work!"
What Song Tan just said was a wish that had been hidden in her body for many years. After saying that sentence, her mind quickly recalled the green mountains and green waters at home, the cooing fat hens, and the humming.
What a big fat pig...
She didn’t know if the pigs in her hometown had impurities, but they were definitely better than those in the city?
At this moment, she couldn't wait to go home.
"No, I'm serious. I'll pack it up later and go back to my hometown!"
At this moment, Huo Xueying was also stunned.
…
Song Tan's packing speed was 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 certificate 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-meter-2 small bed, the cotton 4-piece suit still had the wrinkles from yesterday's hurried outing. Looking at it, Song Tan couldn't help but think of how frugal she used to be.
She sighed silently.
I dug out the cardboard boxes I didn't want 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.
After doing the math, I still have 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 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 gurgling stream on the other side of the road, breathing in the air that was different from the city (although still a little turbid), the whole person finally broke away from the swaying state.
On the road on the hillside in the distance, a motorcycle roared over and drove 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:
"Tan Tan, why are you on holiday?"
The middle-aged man got out of the car, put the huge suitcase on the iron frame at the back of the motorcycle, tied it up several times with rubber bands, shook it again, and then 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.
With tears in Song Tan's eyes, she looked at this ordinary man who was full of worries, tried 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.
rest for few days."
"Then you have to rest, otherwise what will you do if you get the root of the disease at such a young age?"
The ignition lever of the motorcycle was stepped on a few times, and then it roared. Song Tan subconsciously held the back frame with her backhand, feeling the fresher smell of the wind blowing on her face.
Going up the mountain, twisting and turning, 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, Qingxi Town and Yunqiao Village.
A hometown with mountains, rivers and four distinct seasons.
This is her new life.
…
The motorcycle drove 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, the young people in the village have become more and more popular.
Come less and less.
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 careful calculation, there are now no more than 30 households in the surrounding area.
But, what's the point? What kind of cultivator has never stayed in the deep mountains and old forests? The retreat can take months or even decades, and it doesn't matter whether there are people or not.
…
When Song Tan got off the motorcycle, he felt a strange feeling in his body that was about to move - it was the fluctuations from his spiritual roots. Being able to have such a reaction proved that the deep mountains and old forests were indeed more suitable for cultivation.
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 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. If the golden elixir is not achieved, the weak will be the strong in the world of cultivation, and she will not be able to control her own destiny.
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 and rain, sunshine and morning dew.
The ability to nourish plants and trees with spiritual energy has almost become a skill.
Now that she was lucky enough to have another life, she would not ask for anything else when she returned to the countryside. She would just plant something she could eat first.
The food in this world is so polluted that it is really difficult 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, 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, cooked a few more, and scrambled some eggs for you. Don't you love eggs? It's too late to kill the chicken now, so I'll stew it for you tomorrow -
Lao Song, go and pull 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 Wu Lan and also laughed: "Add two more big fats. Ning Province never adds this to fish. I've been thinking about it for a long time."
The locals like to eat fish with this, and it has a unique aroma. Song Tan only learned after working in Ning Province that the scientific name of this "big fat" is Huoxiang, and it seems that outsiders (especially Ning Province) don't eat it.
Wulan 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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