Chapter 172 Seems like something's been forgotten (1/2)

An Sanchuan's appearance was like a thorn stuck in the flesh.

It doesn't hurt, but it's uncomfortable.

Zhou Quan's involvement with him further poisoned this thorn.

Yan Yu escorted Ruan Tang back to her house without saying a word, then turned and went to the kitchen.

Soon, a rich, spicy aroma of ginger and brown sugar wafted out, dispelling the last trace of chill brought in from outside.

Ruan Tang held the warm enamel mug and sipped it slowly.

The sweet and spicy flavors slid down my throat, and the warmth spread from my stomach all the way to my fingertips.

She knew that Yan Yu was trying to comfort her in his own way.

The next morning, Duan Zhou's loud and boisterous voice rang out outside the courtyard.

"Brother Yu! The brigade leader said that starting today, we'll all be working in the vegetable greenhouses at the foot of the back mountain! He said we need to harvest all the vegetables before the New Year and then distribute some to each household as New Year's gifts!"

He had a loud voice, with the fiery edge typical of Sichuan people: "Wow, I've seen that greenhouse. It's as warm as summer inside, all lush and green, so comfortable! Much better than being outside in the cold wind!"

Inside the house, Ruan Tang was being held down by Yan Yu, her cheeks bulging as she finished off the last meat bun.

Upon hearing this, she looked at Yan Yu with a dazed expression.

Go to the vegetable greenhouse?

That place was rich in the essence of plants and trees, making it a perfect paradise for her "Green Vine Cloud Dew Technique".

Yan Yu reached out his finger and rubbed the oil stains off the corner of her mouth, the movement as natural as if he had done it a thousand times.

"Go." His voice was low.

One word, concise and to the point.

Both of them knew perfectly well that An Sanchuan would definitely go as well.

Vegetable greenhouses are the best monitoring points.

Sure enough, when the two of them arrived at the place with the rest of the group, they immediately saw that An Sanchuan and the other educated youth from the educated youth settlement were already there.

He huddled alone in a corner, wearing a faded old cotton-padded jacket, silently pruning the tendrils of the cucumber vines, his whole being like an impenetrable thick fog.

The vegetable greenhouse was completely covered with thick straw mats and plastic film. As soon as you entered, a warm and humid air mixed with the smell of soil and the fragrance of plants hit you.

Ruan Tang was so comfortable that she almost groaned out loud.

She was assigned the easiest task: thinning out vegetable seedlings while sitting on a small stool.

Yan Yu was right next to her, turning the soil and watering the plants; he did all the heavy lifting himself.

Ruan Tang only needed to move her fingers, seemingly pulling weeds, but in reality, strands of pure wood-elemental spiritual energy were silently flowing from her fingertips into the ground beneath her feet.

The little Ruomu sapling in his dantian felt so comfortable that its leaves trembled.

While cultivating, she kept an eye on An Sanchuan not far away.

The man worked with exceptional focus, without uttering a single word, as if he wanted to transform himself into a vegetable.

"Brother, what do you think he's up to?" Ruan Tang asked in her heart.

"Wait." Yan Yu's voice rang directly in her mind, "Wait for the snow to melt."

Ruan Tang understood.

Now that the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, even if he has great abilities, he can't get into the mountains.

It seems that what they have to compete with An Sanchuan in is patience.

The days passed by at this unhurried pace.

For Ruan Tang, working in the vegetable greenhouse was practically a paid vacation.

Yan Yu took meticulous care of her, always keeping the hot water lukewarm, ensuring her lunch of cornbread contained meat, and always keeping the tools she used for work the cleanest.

The other people at the educated youth settlement were already used to it.

Time flies, and it's already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

The vegetables in the greenhouse have been almost harvested, and the production team has given everyone a holiday to prepare for the New Year.

Yan Yu took Ruan Tang to the commune.

It's almost Chinese New Year, so we always need to buy some New Year's goods.

The commune market was even more lively than last time, packed with people, filled with the shouts of vendors and the laughter of children.