Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 684 - Chapter 684 684. Zhang Yanpings Suffering_1

Chapter 684: 684. Zhang Yanping’s Suffering_1 Chapter 684: 684. Zhang Yanping’s Suffering_1 Master Qian had been staying at Lao Song’s family for some time now, diligently teaching his apprentice every day, and also cooking for the construction site.

Once the meal was ready, however, he’d run off to eat at Song Tan’s place.

Plus, hanging out with Qiaoqiao and the others, he’d picked up a bit of internet lingo. He was especially adept at using the term “face-slapping.”

Once he said this, Seventh Uncle found it hard not to be tempted.

After all the trouble caused by that ungrateful wretch back then, he had been so angry and frustrated that he could hardly hold his head high, and was so misunderstood that he ended up seriously ill, nearly losing his life.

If his wife hadn’t been there, supporting everything at home…well, it might have truly been a matter of life or death!

Thinking back on it now, even though the past hatreds weren’t as vivid anymore, he definitely felt uncomfortable if the other side was doing well.

After mulling it over…

He finally relented, “If your boss doesn’t mind the trouble, I suppose I could mention it to Tantan.”

“Mention what?”

Curious, Song Tan came over while casting a glance at Xin Jun, who burst out laughing without restraint:

“To those in the know, you’re going back home to be the young master, but to those out of the loop, they might think you’ve gone down the mines.”

Xin Jun spread out his limbs, sitting in the kind of recliner common in the village, staring blankly at the eaves:

“It’s slightly better than going down the mines.”

That’s because he had used his body and mind to the fullest to snatch back his life.

He simply couldn’t understand: “…With the house being so busy, how did my mom manage when I wasn’t there?”

Just then Wu Lan walked in, nonchalantly stating, “You young folks haven’t really suffered. Back when we had to rush to harvest rice during the double-grabbing period, what couldn’t we handle? Besides, your mom was making money. Working for money is never too tiring! Even if you’re physically exhausted, your heart is content!”

Xin Jun: …

He shivered, “That’s terrifying.”

Then he quickly wiped his face. Usually polite and considerate, he didn’t have the energy to greet everyone properly, merely mumbling:

“I’m going to wash my face and take a nap. I haven’t had a decent sleep in the month since I’ve been home.”

Though Wu Lan said what she said, Xin Jun had been taking good care of Qiaoqiao with all his might, and she regarded him as her own. Seeing him looking so haggard, she quickly urged him:

“Then what are you sitting around here for? Go take a bath and sleep well. I’ll tell Seventh Uncle to leave some dinner for you in case you’re hungry–you can just come to the kitchen to eat. We won’t bother calling you for dinner specifically.”

Wu Lan was considerate towards young people in that respect, but at the same time, Zhang Yanping was also deeply mired in miseries.

His mother, Wu Fang, as the eldest sister in the family, was even more diligent than Wu Lan.

During the day, she came upstairs every now and then to bring food and drinks, fruits and beverages to Zhang Yanping, fearing that he wouldn’t study properly.

In the evening, if she saw the light on in his room, she would come to knock on the door.

Dull with the dry study materials for civil service exams during the day, Zhang Yanping was haunted by memories of high school. In the evenings, he’d reach for his phone for some vengeful pleasure, which naturally led to him waking up late the next day.

And his dutiful and loving mother would knock on his door at the same time, calling him to eat.

No matter how much Zhang Yanping insisted he wouldn’t eat breakfast, or asked not to be woken so he could sleep until he naturally woke up…none of it counted for anything with Wu Fang.

All she worried about was her son’s stomach getting too hungry.

At this moment, Zhang Yanping woke up, hurriedly checked his phone before his mom could come in, only to find that Xin Jun had actually posted a photo from the bus station!

The caption was “Off to work.”

Good grief! Both of them were in the same boat, so why had this guy returned, while he, Zhang Yanping, was still suffering?!

Zhang Yanping rolled out of bed, sitting on it with a somber expression.

And just then, Wu Fang knocked on the door again:

“Yanping, come eat breakfast. Stop sleeping.”

Without asking, Zhang Yanping knew exactly what excuse Xin Jun must have found.

But his mom’s as unreachable as the Emperor in the sky, oblivious to the situation here, easy enough to fool with lies. But on his own side, it was his real aunt!

What kind of lie should he concoct to gain his freedom!

After pondering for only two seconds, Wu Fang knocked on the door again:

“Yanping, hurry up and eat. Digest your food early to avoid getting sleepy reading later.”

Zhang Yanping suddenly stood up!

He couldn’t endure it any longer, no matter what.

His mom was deeply obsessed with a stable government job, unwavering no matter what he did. Despite being indulgent about most things, she never budged on this.

Therefore, Zhang Yanping burned his bridges. Quickly packing some change of clothes into a bag and opening the door, he startled Wu Fang, who was ready with breakfast:

“What are you doing?”

Zhang Yanping’s face was grave, his expression serious:

“Mom, I’m going to be honest with you! I’ve fallen for a girl from Tantan’s village, and I’ve been pursuing her recently.”

“If you don’t let me go now, she might get another boyfriend–I have to hurry!”

As he spoke, he reached for the cup of soy milk on the table: “Mom, don’t stop me, I really like her a lot! I have to go now!”

And then he dashed down the stairs like a gust of wind.

Wu Fang was still in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened, when she saw his solid, dark figure disappear. After a while, she finally snapped out of it–

“Yanping–”

But what could she shout to her son?

She hadn’t formulated her thoughts.

After all, under the influence of traditional thinking, Wu Fang believed that there were only two important events in her son’s life after reaching adulthood: passing the civil service exam and getting married.

With the civil service exam looking unlikely and marriage…

With that thought, she started to hesitate less about stopping him and even felt a bit happy.

After all, this summer, the everyone at the wholesale market had started gossiping about her son again.

From originally being labeled as fat, lazy, and unwilling to work, to now being dark and sturdy, possibly involved in organized crime or even bullying people in the countryside…

Seeing that the market couldn’t introduce any good matches, she might as well let her son chase a girl he liked!

Thinking this, she also recalled her own youthful romance with Zhang Hong and suddenly considered herself very enlightened! Goodness, she would have to call Wu Lan later to find out–

The sisters often talked on the phone, and since Wu Lan hadn’t mentioned anything, it meant Yanping surely hadn’t won over the girl yet!

Besides, he had previously looked like a lazy bones, and now he had the frightening appearance of a gang member… Getting into a relationship wouldn’t be so easy, would it?

So, by a strange quirk of fate, Zhang Yanping had easily broken out of the pressure to take the civil service exam!

But at this moment, he was utterly unaware, simply shouldering his bag and hastily hailing a ride.

…

Meanwhile, Seventh Uncle was negotiating with Song Tan to supply vegetables to Baicheng’s Changleju.

Song Tan didn’t mind at all.

She was clear-headed, knowing that in their small town, willing spenders were few and that the saturation of the vegetable supply was inevitable.

At this time, having someone willing to take the trouble to buy up the vegetables was actually a good thing.

The only issue was–

“Master Qian, my Seventh Uncle must have told you, my family can’t provide a large quantity of vegetables. It’s just whatever we have in the field.”

“Also, you’ll need to send your own truck to haul them. If you’re willing to let us clean and prepare them, we’ll settle on a price. If you take them directly from the field as is, then the price is different.”