Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 184 - . Friends Circle and Class Reunion_1
Chapter 184: 184. Friends Circle and Class Reunion_1
Chapter 184: 184. Friends Circle and Class Reunion_1
As a fellow rural child, Xin Jun had no great demands for his living quarters.
Now that Song Tan had said everything was available at home, when they entered the furniture store, he only looked at desks and chairs.
Since it was for two adults’ teaching, he intentionally chose a larger desk.
Song Tan also felt that a larger one would be more spacious—after all, besides a one-and-a-half-meter-wide bed, there were hardly any other furnishings in the rooms of the village.
The side room was originally meant for housing tea pickers, and it was quite spacious, usually accommodating two or three beds together.
After many years without hiring workers, the beds were removed, making it even more spacious.
However, during holidays, beds would still be arranged, as the village had many relatives and when family came over for the festivals, a smaller space simply wouldn’t be enough to accommodate everyone.
Thinking of the room size and in order to keep this teacher, Song Tan went on to look at love seats and coffee tables and even considerately asked, “Teacher Xin, do you need a television?”
Even if Xin Jun didn’t stay, they would eventually need to purchase these things for future teacher recruitment, so buying them would not be a loss and it also showed their seriousness.
Xin Jun couldn’t help but laugh and cry, thinking that this young boss was too sincere; no wonder they sold such delicious vegetables for only twenty-one yuan per half kilogram!
He patted his backpack: “I’ve brought a laptop and a tablet; there’s no need for a television.”
The host family that even bought a sofa and coffee table had been considerate enough. As for daily necessities and personal belongings, everything was packed in his suitcase.
The store offered delivery, but there was an extra charge for deliveries to the countryside and they had to arrange it for the next day. Song Tan checked the sofa, coffee table, and desk. Her pickup truck could just about manage to fit them—
Indeed, it was a good choice of vehicle for its capacity!
While the sales staff notified the warehouse to package and move the goods, and while waiting, they took a photo of the two signing and paying with their backs to the camera:
[Grateful for the trust of our new customers! Room furnished completely!]
Without hesitation, they posted it to their Moments.
A coincidence, wasn’t it?
Wa Qianqian, who had just parted with Song Tan on bad terms, happened to see this photo in the salesperson’s Moments. Although it only showed their backs, the partial view of a face looked very familiar!
After all, Wa Qianqian had often bragged about her handsome boyfriend in her own Moments!
Instantly forgetting the morning’s upset, she forwarded the picture:
[Qianqian, why do I feel this boy looks so much like your boyfriend? Who’s the woman with him?]
Wa Qianqian, humming while curling her hair, opened her phone and was about to explode—
Without a doubt, the man in the picture was her ex-boyfriend Xin Jun, but the woman with him, even turned to ashes she would recognize, was Song Tan—the woman who caused their breakup!
Look at the caption accompanying the screenshot—furnishing complete?
Well, so much for previous quarrels; why had Xin Jun insisted on breaking up this time?
Turns out it was a wandering eye, a betrayal!
Picking someone who also happened to sell vegetables in the market! Pah! The stench of a bumpkin!
But how was she to cope with this?
She remembered her pride and fantasy from the morning, and now she just felt a hard slap in her face, unable to help but start crying at the table.
While she was crying, another message popped up in the classmates’ group chat: [@Wa Qianqian, didn’t you suggest we old classmates should get together last time? Is everyone free during the Labor Day holiday?]
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The arrival of Xin Jun indeed brought an unusually big surprise to Lao Song’s family, and for him, it was quite a surprise too.
After all, he had come to understand along the way that Song Tan not only planted several acres of vegetables but also had a peach forest on the mountain, chestnuts, and even white and black fungus…
Oh wow!
He only lamented that his family business wasn’t big enough; otherwise signing an exclusive supply contract would surely have propelled them to take off!
Embracing this full heart of anticipation, they returned to the village at noon, just in time to catch up with the dozen or so people who had been planting watermelons all coming in for lunch. Seeing him arrive, they teased:
“Hey, Tantan, did you bring home a sweetheart?”
Song Tan’s face didn’t even redden. “Where? If I had a sweetheart, I wouldn’t bear to make him farm! This is a teacher I hired for Qiaoqiao, a genuine Normal University graduate.”
To the villagers, a graduate from Normal University was definitely going to be a teacher, and now they were truly surprised:
“What? A teacher for Qiaoqiao? Qiaoqiao’s so big now, and she still needs to learn?”
“I do want to learn!”
Qiaoqiao had already run over like a gust of wind and was now curiously standing in front of Xin Jun.
“Peppa and Qiao Zhi are learning, so I want to as well.”
Moreover, in his memory, many years ago, all the village kids had to go to class, only he didn’t, which made him feel quite out of place!
Now, not only was he not resistant, he actually felt particularly eager.
Song Tan, having dealt with a big crowd of people, now moved the tables, chairs, benches, and sofa out of the car trunk.
Teacher Xin intended to lend a hand, but seeing how easily she hoisted them, he immediately stepped back.
After a thought, he instantly understood: After all, someone who was so good at farming would naturally be strong, right?
Looking around the room, it was indeed as clean as Song Tan had said; there were no cobwebs in the corners, suggesting it was well maintained daily.
The ceiling had a simple layer of ceiling tiles. Though the quality might not be great, the space looked quite tidy and clean nonetheless.
The room was spacious and nearly empty, with only a narrow long table full of assorted items against the wall and a one-and-a-half-meter bed.
The window on the other side looked out toward the back mountains, offering a view through the glass of lush greenery. The curtains were the pull-string roller type, printed with a plethora of lotus flowers.
Aside from aesthetics, privacy and quietness were indeed well taken care of.
Then, looking at the bare mattress—
Song Tan had finished arranging the tables and chairs, and now she brought over two quilts:
“Teacher Xin, these are quilts for padding, and the sheets and quilt covers have all been washed and stored away by my mother. I’ll hang them out to air now and collect them in the afternoon.”
It was this detail alone that told Xin Jun this home must be clean and meticulous; now he had nothing left to criticize.
He touched his stomach, enticed by the delicious smells from outside, full of anticipation for what life to come might offer:
“Is it time to eat yet?”
He had only eaten something simple on the high-speed train, and now he was genuinely famished.
It was certainly time to eat.
The tables and chairs were all set up, and the watermelon seedlings had been planted and watered before noon; the workers felt slightly embarrassed as they sat down to eat:
“We only worked half a day, and now we’re mooching a meal…”
What’s there to be embarrassed about?
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They started at six-something in the morning, and now at half past twelve, after five or six hours without a break, they were being paid only a half day’s wage. A meal was definitely in order.
Everyone took their familiar seats, and couldn’t resist joking again with laughter: “Tantan, you should contract more mountain plots! If you do, we wouldn’t need to go out to work the rest of the year, and could just work for you instead.”
Song Tan also started laughing and said, “Uncle, I bet you won’t have time to work elsewhere in the second half of the year. Look at my farm, with rice harvesting and planting vegetables and watermelons, when do I not need help?”
There were only twenty or thirty households in the village. Even if he couldn’t arrange work every day, it was still an income.
Now was just the start of things, often a bit chaotic.
But by the second half of the year, things would surely be on track, and the family would not be as busy as they were now.
However, as she said this now, everybody just took it as a joke. So, amidst the chuckles and laughter, the conversation quickly veered off again.
