Chapter 49
"Knock knock~ knock knock~ Lanting, wake up~"
"Lanting~"
The knocking and shouting continued.
The young man, who was sleeping soundly in the inner room, was awakened by the noise.
She opened the door and looked at the person who came in, still half asleep.
"Brother, what's wrong? Is it urgent?"
"Lanting, buddy, I'll take you to Linxi Temple for a big meal at noon today."
Early in the morning, Long Xingye heard the good news and excitedly knocked on Yang Lanting's door.
"real"
Yang Lanting's eyes, which had been half-open, suddenly widened, and his messy curly hair stood on end, making him look full of energy.
"No, would I lie to you?"
Long Xingye smiled smugly: "Let's pack up later and head over to help out as soon as possible."
"Okay, bro."
Yang Lanting readily agreed, then, as if remembering something, asked, "What about the master? Will the master go?"
"It seems the master is still in seclusion; we haven't received any news."
Since they went into seclusion, none of them had visited the master. If they wanted to know anything, they went directly to Linxi Temple.
Whether the immortal master has appeared or not, Long Xingye is not sure.
"However, since Master Yun has invited us, it is possible that the master has come out of seclusion."
Yang Lanting nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this.
...
Old Liu was munching on a cucumber he had just picked from the vegetable garden when he headed towards Linxi Temple. As he walked, he encountered an old man he rarely saw. After seeing what the old man looked like, Old Liu was quite surprised.
"King Kong, chew...swallow...Old King Kong~"
"Hey, Old Liu!"
"You're dressed really brightly; I wouldn't have recognized you if you hadn't spoken up."
"Is it nice? I asked a young person to help me check it out. They said it's a new limited edition, only fifty yuan, and the quality is good."
Old Jin questioned, "What limited edition for only fifty? That's so cheap!"
"That's because that young man is really good!"
Old Liu took another bite of cucumber: "How could you bear to come back from the city?"
The vegetables I've been growing lately are getting better and better; the fresh aroma of cucumbers fills the air. Old Liu is eating with gusto, making Jin Gang unconsciously swallow his saliva.
"Your cucumber..."
"Chew...swallow..."
Before he finished speaking, Old Liu finished off the cucumber, which was as long as his palm, in just a few bites.
Old Liu wiped the remaining juice from the leaves on his hands onto the hem of the bright red cucumber. "Cucumber, what's wrong with cucumber? Why don't you live in the city anymore and come back to the village?"
Jin Gang swallowed hard and looked away: "I came back for the Dragon Boat Festival and stayed for a few days. I said that our village is the best place to stay. I have an old problem with my lungs, and I feel much better here."
Old Liu: "Hey, that's right, the vegetables we planted this year, the taste, don't even mention it, they're so fragrant."
"You replied alone."
"And my wife, living in the city is no fun, it's not as comfortable as living in the village."
Old Liu nodded in agreement, "The air in the village is much better, it's good for your health. I told you that I've been feeling great these past few months, and even Jasmine's grandma's blood pressure has stabilized."
Jin Gang leaned closer and said, "It's not just me who thinks this way. My son just won't listen to me and thinks I'm lying to him."
Old Liu: "That's true. I see those old guys all the time, and I know their situation like the back of my hand."
“Last time I went to the county, I felt terrible. The air there was nowhere near as good as in our village.”
"I don't know what you guys are thinking."
As he spoke, a look of "You people are too stupid to know what's good for you" appeared on his old face.
The old man expressed his strong agreement: "Now, if you ask me to go to the city, I won't go."
Are you going to Linxi Temple?
"Yeah, I'm all alone now, so it doesn't matter where I go. I might as well team up with the old Taoist priest."
"It's getting late, I'll go help out now."
"Okay, let's talk again this afternoon."
"Um."
After saying goodbye to Lao Jin, Old Liu continued walking up the mountain.
...
Yang Lanting rarely went into the kitchen, let alone prepared food.
He enthusiastically picked up a bowl of potatoes, sat on a small stool, and began peeling them.
Old Liu strolled into the kitchen and saw Yun Qingzi rummaging through her old cupboard for ingredients. He paid special attention and saw a wide variety of chicken, duck, fish, meat, and vegetables inside. It seemed she was about to make a big splash. He nodded in satisfaction.
Seeing Long Xingye working so hard, he was even more satisfied. After inspecting the area, he strolled out of the kitchen.
Watching the young people in the city working, he went over but didn't help; instead, he pulled up a small stool and sat down next to them.
Seeing that the young man was inexperienced, the potato shrank by half a size in just a few cuts.
Goodness.
If you peel them all off, you'll lose at least half the potatoes.
That won't do.
"Angle the scraper at a little angle, and don't use too much force."
Yang Lanting looked up and saw that it was an old man he recognized, someone he often gossiped about in front of the store.
He listened and changed the angle, then gently scraped it.
The thin, yellowish-brown skin peels away, revealing the bright yellow potato.
Upon seeing his success, he exclaimed excitedly, "Grandpa Liu, you're amazing! I've never done this before; there's a technique involved!"
A hint of smugness flashed across Old Liu's sun-darkened face.
“You city kids haven’t seen much. We’ve done a lot. We’ve learned those skills through trial and error.”
"Uh-huh"
Yang Lanting didn't find the old man's speech offensive; on the contrary, he found it quite interesting.
The old man and the young man chatted back and forth, keeping the conversation lively.
After spending more than a month together.
Yang Lanting grew to like Old Liu's bizarre fashion sense and would sometimes even offer him some pointers.
The limited-edition red short-sleeved shirt he's wearing today was bought by Yang Lanting.
In this village, he was the only young man who didn't mind.
Old Liu had a very good impression of him.
They can talk on and on.
"Old Liu, come over here and start the fire."
They talked for so long, their chattering making Yun Qingzi's ears ring, that she could no longer bear it and spoke up to stop them.
Old Liu muttered, "I was talking outside, not inside. Kid, do you think it's disturbing you?"
After washing the vegetables, Long Xingye looked up at his stern-faced servant, Liu, and immediately said, "Grandpa Liu, who wouldn't be confused by your loud voice? Come on, start the fire and cook the vegetables."
"Lanting, are your potatoes ready yet?"
"It's all peeled, I'm going to wash it."
Yang Lanting walked to the well, studied it for a while, and then pressed down the iron rod next to the well a few times.
"Creak~" a few times.
A stream of cool well water instantly flowed into the enamel pot and vegetable basin.
It was icy cold, and it seemed like there was even cold air floating on it.
He put the peeled potatoes into a basin to rinse them. As the water submerged his hands, a slight stinging sensation came over him. Yang Lanting raised his hand and saw that he had accidentally scratched the back of his hand.
By this time, the blood had already congealed into a bloodstain, and he had no idea when or where it had been made.
He didn't care; it was just another scar.
Last month, he enthusiastically helped plant trees, and he got several cuts on his arms, but they healed well and there are no scars.
Wait, there's no scar...
Yang Lanting put the potatoes in her hand into the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves, and even the scars on her slender arms didn't look as obvious as before.
Was it a coincidence or did his keloid-prone constitution improve?
Despite his family's scholarly tradition, Yang Lanting was a bit naive, but not entirely foolish.
He came to Linxi Cave.
That's incredibly lucky.
When Long Xingye came out, he saw Yang Lanting standing in the courtyard in a daze, so he suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
The young man in front of him trembled, turned around and saw who it was, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You scared me to death! You walk so quietly."
"I was about to ask you the same thing! What are you thinking about so intently?"
Yang Yunting stretched out her delicate, fair arm and asked in surprise, "The scar is gone?"
Long Xingye didn't understand.
"So what if it's gone? What's so surprising? Are you trying to show off your fair skin?"
Speaking of white!
Long Xingye still remembers saying that he was dark-skinned and thin, like a bamboo pole.
"No, I have a tendency to form keloids; even a mosquito bite can cause keloid formation."
"There's nothing here now, and my old scars are almost gone. What does that mean!"
Yang Lanting was excited, and his voice rose uncontrollably, "This means that the food and environment in the village are definitely different. Also, the masters are here, and you call them immortal masters. Could it be that they are cultivating immortality?"
Yun Qingzi, who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, paused for a moment, then casually arranged the potato slices in her hand, and quickly cut them again, instantly turning the potato slices into evenly thick potato shreds.
Two young people in the courtyard, especially Yang Lanting, were still talking about their discoveries.
“The last time I saw Jasmine, she jumped lightly and was taller than the wall.”
"A wall?"
Long Xingye looked at the red brick wall next to him, which was almost two meters high.
He showed no surprise whatsoever, instead giving the young man a meaningful look: "Who else did you see with your own eyes?"
"Master Yun was also there at the time."
"Oh," Long Xingye replied knowingly.
How can you be so calm?
Yang Lanting was somewhat puzzled.
Long Xingye smiled calmly: "I thought you'd gotten smarter."
"You called me stupid!"
Yang Lanting pouted, unconvinced. The student, fresh out of university, had a foolish naiveté in his eyes.
"I grew up in this village, do you think we've noticed?"
Long Xingye raised an eyebrow: "You should just stay here and enjoy yourself. Don't overthink it. Knowing too much might not be a good thing."
"It's good to be a fool."
Yang Lanting hesitated, "I want to send something to my parents, can I mention it to them?"
"Well, you should ask Master Yun or the Immortal Master what they have to say."
Long Xingye was a smart man. Those who knew the master could surely guess some of the obvious changes that had taken place in the village over the past few months.
"Hmm, I'll ask later."
Long Xingye then leaned closer to Yang Lanting and asked, "Hey, do you have any high-end supermarkets or distribution channels?"
"Yes, I have."
"You said I'd buy vegetables from the village, do you buy them from your area?"
"Here, I have some test reports for the vegetables from the village. Take a look. The nutritional values are several times higher than the premium vegetables I specially bought."
Yang Lanting, who was looking through the data, was dumbfounded by the exaggerated figures.
"It's so amazing, no wonder it tastes so good."
"Is there any potential?"
"Of course there are!"
"Where did you get the test done? Won't that reveal the source of the sample?"
You know, business people are all very well-informed.
"Don't worry, I had someone I know take care of it."
"However, I need to tell my parents that this matter needs to be discussed after Master Yun gives his approval."
"Good brother!" Long Xingye punched Yang Lanting in the chest, and in his excitement he forgot to hold back, causing the young man to stumble and almost fall.
"Whoa—"
"Sorry, I was too rough."
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