Chapter 1723: Chapter 1580: Did You Say It or Not?
Wu Lan snorted at Zhang Yanping’s complaints: "I’m your mom’s sister. If anything happened, she’d tell . Were you just staying ho doing nothing those three days you were back?"
In the morning, you took a bus back to the urban area, had lunch together, then vanished in the afternoon to hang out with friends, and only ca back in the middle of the night...
On the third morning, you finally stayed at ho for breakfast, had lunch, and then walked out in the afternoon.
Although Wu Lan admits that even if the kid stayed at ho, they wouldn’t be able to see their parents’ faces—they’re busy running the business, and whenever they have downti, it’s either about marriage or post-marriage arrangents...
Oh my! Both of you having no stable governnt jobs, that’s so insecure!
I heard that right now, there are so niche hospitals in the city where you can spend money to secure a post. You two have saved quite a bit, why not put in the effort?
And just like that, Zhang Yanping packed his bags and ran off.
The older you get, the more stubborn, and these things are impossible to fully explain.
Wu Lan knows well—though she criticizes Zhang Yanping with words, she still likes him a lot at heart, so now she tells him:
"You used to be so clever when you lazed around at ho! Staying in the countryside for too long has made you dull. Who says your family doesn’t have a setup? That Doctor Guo running a clinic in the village is a setup, isn’t it? The state even provides subsidies."
"Your mom too, this day and age, there are many paths to take, but she insists stubbornly on this one... I’ll talk to her when we go see your grandparents during Dragon Boat Festival!"
Zhang Yanping was instantly moved, his fierce face showed a hint of red around the eyes, making it look like he was about to go on a rampage.
Wu Lan quickly looked away: "Well, well, I will definitely talk to her, but first, hang in there, give Teacher Xin a month off."
She then urged Song Tan: "Quickly, go to the mountains to see if there are any fruits that have ripened early. Pick them for him—Xin Jun, how about I give you a few waterlons to take back?"
"I’ll have Xiaochuan and Qiaoqiao drive you, and they’ll drop you off directly at the high-speed rail. Once you get off, catch a taxi... It’s not tiring at all!"
Especially when picked the sa day and eaten that night, it’s very fresh.
Xin Jun gratefully declined: "Better to send it by express delivery."
His fra, unlike Qiaoqiao, Lun Chuan, or Song Tan, couldn’t manage carrying five or six waterlons while also shouldering a load of peaches and fruit at the high-speed rail station—it’d be the death of him.
Not that it’s an exaggeration, but stacking a few waterlons together and putting them on the security counter was sothing he couldn’t even lift.
So the family quickly scrambled to organize: "Tantan, call Xiaozhang to co and collect the express packages!"
"Qiaoqiao, the lettuce in the field is good, go pull a bundle. No green vegetables, they won’t be fresh if we mail them."
"Xiaoyang, go clip a couple of bunches of garlic sprouts!"
"Seventh Uncle, could you grab a jar of honey...?"
"Xiaochuan, that condensed milk you made last ti was good, why don’t you give a jar to Xin Jun?"
Wu Lan was directing up and down, and from the abundance of gifts, you could tell they completely treated him as one of their own.
Xin Jun was moved and amused at the sa ti, and wasn’t shy to ask her: "Can I get a bundle of Ai Cao too?"
Of course, you can!
No need for him to lift a finger, Song Sancheng picked up a sickle and hopped onto a tricycle: "I’ll get it for you! Oh, Tantan, pack up a bag of the freshly milled flour too!"
Xiaoyang was standing by with a basket, ready to head to the vegetable garden, and was utterly amazed. Then, he nudged Qiaoqiao with his elbow: "When I leave, will your family prepare all these things for
too?"
"Of course!"
Qiaoqiao replied as if naturally: "You’re my best friend, Teacher Xin is my best teacher, I’d definitely share everything I get to eat with you both."
"Good brother!" Xiaoyang’s eyes welled up with tears: "When I go abroad next ti and win a gold dal, if I can’t give it to the team, the individual one will definitely be for you!"
Qiaoqiao got excited too: "Are gold dals actually gold?"
Yang Zhengxi snorted: "Not pure, not worth much. But that’s sothing I earn with my brains, you know how valuable my brains are."
Qiaoqiao looked at his head, then carefully patted his furry hair, and solemnly said: "Mm."
Xin Jun felt both moved and shocked, which made Zhang Yanping feel a bit jealous inside. Then he suddenly turned his head and asked: "Did you buy your ticket yet?"
Given this situation, it’d be hard to settle unless it’s a ticket for tonight!
Xin Jun: ...
"I haven’t bought it yet!"
He hadn’t even prepared; now, in a hurry, he opened an app, searched through it, and only managed to get a ticket for the next morning.
Then he relaxed enough to reassure Zhang Yanping: "I’ll be back after Dragon Boat Festival, don’t worry, it won’t take a month."
At Lao Song’s ho, he’ll eat and drink well, spend leisure hours with the kids, and even at the busy hostay, there’s no hard labor—just sit there and handle so paperwork.
Plus, since the fisherman competition hasn’t started, there are barely any people coming by during ordinary tis, maybe only on the weekends so folks from other counties co to enjoy the natural scenery along this route, because the hostay is only about a hundred bucks a night, many people opt to stay overnight.
All in all, life is still quite leisurely.
But going ho is a whole different story.
This year they hired a new accountant and another server, plus expanded the scale a tiny bit... His parents are swamped, so much so they haven’t pushed him to hurry ho as they used to.
Nowadays, middle-aged folk have no concept of the level of uselessness their younger children have.
Back in their day, they could work from dawn till dusk cutting rice, cutting wheat, digging and weeding. For the modern young person, bending down to cut rice for half a day, they wish they could just die out there.
It’s different, truly different.
His mom treats him like a workhorse, and Xin Jun truly can’t handle it!
People in their forties and fifties are in the pri of their struggle years, perhaps his parents can carry this farm stay business for another 20 years, so he might as well focus on his own career.
Anyway, thinking about going ho makes Xin Jun quite anxious.
He reminded Zhang Yanping: "If I can’t take it anymore, I’ll send you a ssage, you have to call
right away to urge
back!"
Zhang Yanping understood this struggle well—his parents were also the restless kind, and the reason he could loaf around back in the day was purely due to his parents spoiling him.
Now he promised: "Don’t worry!"
But, getting back to the point—
Zhang Yanping curiously asked again: "Though you told your mom you wanted to partner up with soone to open a hostay and managed to get the money, did you ever tell her that you’re actually not teaching at the school and have beco unemployed right now?"
Otherwise, going back to live for a month like this without any special occasion, which teacher could have such a perk? Might as well go back during the sumr vacation and stay two months.
Xin Jun: ...
"Didn’t I say anything?" he felt a bit puzzled.
Zhang Yanping was also taken aback: "How would I know?! Did you say it or not—Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao, don’t start packing those lettuce and garlic sprouts yet!"
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