Chapter 8 The meat buns are so delicious (1/2)

"Miss, it's late, you should rest."

"I'm not sleepy!" Ruan Tang's muffled voice came from the crook of her arm, thick with a nasal tone, "I'm too angry to sleep!"

She sat up abruptly, crossed her legs, rested her chin on her knees, and looked pitifully at the puppet grandmother with her large, watery almond-shaped eyes filled with resentment.

"Mother-in-law, tell me, am I the most unlucky person in the world?"

He finally obtained a single spiritual root that everyone in the cultivation world envies. Although it was a water spiritual root, it was still a single spiritual root. But in the end, it turned out to be a pretty but useless thing.

He was surrounded by an abundance of spiritual energy so dense it seemed impossible to absorb even a single drop.

This feeling is worse than letting her die!

The puppet old woman was silent for a moment, then stated a cold fact in her emotionless, mechanical voice: "Miss, there's no point in thinking too much."

Of course Ruan Tang knew!

But in this city, there are gray Western-style buildings and cold stone-paved roads everywhere. Where is there any place with lush vegetation?

If you want to find a decent forest, you have to go to the outskirts of the city.

suburbs……

This word was like a thunderclap, suddenly shattering a dusty corner of the original owner's memories in her mind.

Some unfamiliar words belonging to this era surged up uncontrollably.

Going to the countryside.

Educated youth.

Going to the countryside.

Ruan Tang's brows furrowed little by little.

In the original owner's fragmented memories, these concepts were only hearsay and vague.

All I know is that this seems to be a current trend, with young people in the city going to the countryside to help with development.

For the pampered Ruan Tang, going to the countryside to suffer was simply a pipe dream.

But now... this has become her only way out? Only her identity as a descendant of capitalists remains a problem.

No.

wrong!

She calmed herself down again, frantically searching for the original owner's memories as if panning for gold in sand.

Found it!

The original owner's household registration was not in the Ruan family's main household at all!

Her mother, who died young, was Ruan Shichang's first wife. Seeing Ruan Shichang marry one concubine after another, she no longer wanted to live with him.

Therefore, the original owner lived with her mother and great-aunt from a young age.

Her household registration was also separately registered at her great-aunt's house.

That small courtyard is separated from the Ruan family's old house, which was demolished into ruins, by most of Haicheng.

A few years ago, my great-aunt passed away, and the small courtyard became completely empty.

Ruan Tang's eyes suddenly lit up with an astonishing brightness!

That's a wonderful place!

It's quiet, undisturbed, and most importantly, it's legitimate—it's her own territory!

The pent-up frustration she felt, which was about to explode, finally found an outlet and dissipated almost entirely in an instant.

"Mother-in-law!"

She leaped to her feet, brushed off non-existent dust from her clothes, and her voice returned to its usual lazy tone, but her eyes gleamed with an unprecedented sharpness.

"Let's go, let's find somewhere else to stay."

"Yes, Miss."

Once outside the space, the night breeze remained chilly.

Ruan Tang placed a recording butterfly in the ruins for surveillance before nimbly climbing onto the puppet grandmother's back and leaving the courtyard.

She glanced back one last time at the comical yet desolate ruins behind the wall, a faint smile curving her lips.

Let's leave it for now.

As for that Mayor Bai...

Ruan Tang's gaze fell on the spirit butterfly that had quietly concealed itself in the courtyard, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

No rush.

Once she's settled in, we can play with her gradually.

She wanted to see for herself how he would "rise to prominence" without this so-called "earth-shattering treasure"!

…………………………

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

The puppet grandmother had already carried Ruan Tang on her back and silently crossed most of Haicheng.