The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 177 - 146: A Home of Their Own

The letter said that Grandma Sun and her party took the train at eleven noon the day before yesterday and would arrive here around a quarter past ten.

Lan Tian’s neck was sore from looking out for them; when the train did not come at the appointed time, a sharp-witted attendant ran to inquire at the station and found out that the train was delayed by over half an hour and would only arrive around eleven.

As soon as the train pulled in, Lan Tian rushed toward their carriage. Nearly half the passengers had disembarked before they saw Grandma Sun and the others coming down with the crowd, Zhao Li supporting her and Mo Yuanle following behind carrying quite a few burlap sacks.

"Grandma."

Lan Tian sprinted over, and seeing the young lady take off, two attendants hurriedly followed her from behind.

Once nearby, Lan Tian stepped forward to help her over, and both attendants went to take the luggage.

The train was crowded, and Grandma Sun had bought standard tickets, one carriage housing hundreds of people, chickens and ducks included, with a foul smell. They had endured a train journey of two days and two nights, left with no trace of a decent appearance, a foul odor clinging to them, looking utterly haggard with dark circles under their eyes. Lan Tian was heartbroken to see this.

"Grandma, take it slow. Aunt, uncle, come this way, the car is waiting outside." Lan Tian turned to see Mo Yuanle carrying seven or eight sacks and her mouth twitched; surely, he hadn’t brought all his belongings, had he?

The attendants took over, one briskly relieved Grandma Sun and Zhao Li of their packages, while another helped Mo Yuanle with two or three sacks. The group then boarded the car to head to the Mo Mansion.

"Grandma, have some tea to refresh yourself." Seeing Grandma Sun looking drained, Lan Tian felt pained and took out pre-prepared Spiritual Tea from Sleeve Universe, handing it to Grandma Sun.

Once in the car, Grandma Sun leaned back to rest. She was of a certain age, and having sat on the train for dozens of hours to get here was no small feat.

The food prepared by Lan Tian was of the finest quality. Grandma Sun took a few sips of the tea; the Spiritual Tea warmingly flowed through her, swiftly relieving and comforting her. She passed the teacup to Zhao Li, "Both of you have some."

Zhao Li took a few sips and then passed it to Mo Yuanle. After he finished, he handed the teacup back to Lan Tian.

"Have some more," Lan Tian said.

Grandma Sun shook her head, "That’s enough, no need, put it away."

Seeing the three of them looking more relaxed, Lan Tian put away the teacup, and the group returned to the Mo Mansion.

Grandma Sun’s room was arranged next to Lan Tian’s. Granny Lin and her people had prepared hot water, and as Lan Tian led them into the room, she instructed someone to bring water for them to wash up, staying by their side throughout.

After Grandma Sun and the others had freshened up, the lunch was ready. Second Aunt Lin came over to call them to dine.

It was Grandma Sun’s first time seeing such a fine house—like what Immortals might live in, with flowers and plants, pavilions, and kiosks, just like what’s sung in the operas, and she grew considerably more reserved.

Zhao Li looked normal, her gaze sweeping across the garden’s beauty with a fleeting touch of poignancy passing through her eyes; As for Mo Yuanle, a rough and straightforward man, he was not particularly affected.

Grandma Sun had little appetite and could only manage a few bites, and the same went for Zhao Li. However, Mo Yuanle was unaffected and didn’t stop until he’d had two bowls. The bowls in the grand house were half the size of those at home, and two bowls of rice combined were not even enough to fill one of their larger bowls, barely serving as a belly-filler. Lan Tian noticed but said nothing.

After finishing the meal, they sent Grandma Sun and Zhao Li to rest. "Grandma, auntie, have a good rest. We can talk about anything later. I’m going to take a break too."

Mo Yuanle waved his hand to refuse, taking the train didn’t bother him much, and he was anxious about the house, "Where is the house we bought? I want to go have a look."

Lan Tian had long known his temper and didn’t try to persuade him further. After leaving the alley, there was a noodle shop across the street, taking Mo Yuanle to eat another meal there. Watching the noodle shop, Mo Yuanle’s eyes flashed with amusement; the girl really understood him, knowing he hadn’t eaten his fill. After Mo Yuanle was satisfied, Lan Tian led him out to the suburbs.

"Uncle, this is the place, what do you think?" In front of Mo Yuanle, Lan Tian’s true nature was completely revealed as she introduced it with a smile and bright eyes.

"I fell in love with this place at first sight; there is a courtyard in front, a bamboo and fruit grove in the back, and a few mu of land nearby are all ours," her tone was full of pride as if she had made a significant contribution, "Uncle, look, the pear trees over there are blooming!"

Mo Yuanle walked around and felt pretty good. The two headed towards the fruit grove. The bamboo grove was sparsely dotted with shoots, about half an inch tall, and the ground was covered with many mounds of soil. Delighted, Lan Tian wanted to dig up the bamboo shoots from the mounds to take home and eat fresh.

"Uncle, let’s dig some bamboo shoots to take home and eat!"

"Alright, but don’t dig too many." Mo Yuanle instructed and then went towards the back fruit grove. After a round, he came back to see a pile on the ground; the girl was still happily digging.

The corner of Mo Yuanle’s mouth twitched; this habit of hers hadn’t changed. He hurriedly called out to her, "That’s enough, girl, stop digging. If you dig up all the bamboo shoots, there won’t be any new ones next year."

Mo Yuanle had brought a burlap sack in advance, which was now filled with the bamboo shoots they gathered, and he carried a large half-filled bag back on the bike. Granny Lin, seeing the bamboo shoots they brought back, peeled a few and prepared them for dinner that night.

During dinner, everyone praised the water cabbage dish and wanted to have it again tomorrow. They asked Granny Lin where she had bought the bamboo shoots from and to buy more to keep at home.

"Bought them? They were brought over by the old madam from her hometown, packed in several large burlap sacks, enough for you all to eat. Oh right, we need to save some for the old man. When he finds out you ate his hometown’s cabbage without saving any for him, he’ll have something to say again." Everyone laughed at this.

Lan Tian and Mo Yuanle simply smiled with pursed lips.

Grandma Sun and Zhao Li didn’t come down for dinner and slept until the next day. Lan Tian had already gone to school and returned in time for lunch to see everyone. The family gathered in Lan Tian’s room, discussing the house. Mo Yuanle gave an overview of the house size and the surrounding environment to the others.

Lan Tian had no objections; she didn’t understand these matters. Zhao Lishan said to do it one way, Grandma Sun wanted it done another, both suggesting a bunch of requirements that, in the end, came down to money.

"Buying the house and the land cost fifteen thousand. How much money is that?" Granny Lin had said, fifteen thousand, that’s a lot?

"Or we can sell the old house." After thinking it over, Grandma Sun realized the most valuable thing left was the ancestral house.

There wasn’t much money left at home, the savings were for Lan Tian’s education and couldn’t be touched, and selling the chickens and ducks would only yield about a hundred yuan. Adding in Mo Yuanle’s subsidy, the family could probably scrape together another two or three hundred yuan.

To build a new house would cost at least a few thousand yuan, not counting the labour costs.

The place was good, too good in fact—so good it didn’t match their status. It felt as if a farmer had moved into the Prime Minister’s residence, and living there was uncomfortable, constrained in every way. At home, everything was taken care of by someone; they didn’t need to lift a finger, even the garden was maintained. It wasn’t like in Mo Village, where stabbing a hoe and killing a few plants was normal, and nobody minded.

Better to build the house quickly and live comfortably in their own home.

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