Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 54 - 53: Family Beyond Blood Ties

Chapter 54: Chapter 53: Family Beyond Blood Ties

Launching the first release, let’s start by reserving the initial orders and Fan Tickets in advance, from the first to the third book. There’s actually a lot I want to say, but I think I’ll specifically write an expression of gratitude on the 31st. Regarding future updates of this book, you are welcome to make suggestions in the comments. I will take them into consideration. Thank you all for your support, retreating~

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Several hours’ drive away at Bai Family Ancient Town, the streets were littered with the remnants of exploded red firecrackers, with the Lunar New Year drawing near.

The pear blossoms of the White Pear Tree swayed in the wind, covering the ground with white petals. In a tree that hadn’t shed a single flower for a month, tonight it started to rain down flowers.

"Ziang, our place to stay is just around the corner ahead. Remember to go back early to sleep. You’ve been on the train all day," Xi Lijuan insisted that Zhou Ziang wear an extra piece of clothing. The weather in Guizhou is unpredictable even in winter, bone-chillingly cold in the morning and evening, yet when the sun shines down at noon, it carries a hint of spring and autumn.

After leaving Guiyang, the Zhou Family moved to Bai Family Ancient Town following Zhou Ziang’s previous suggestion. He barely had a few bites of authentic Guizhou cuisine before claiming to be full. He didn’t go back to rest either, just stared at a pear tree as if it were a long-lost relative.

Xi Lijuan still had a silk banner in her luggage, especially delivered by the Guiyang Police. Thinking of her son acting heroically on the streets of Guiyang, nearly losing his life, her heart couldn’t help but feel a chill. Shanghai is better after all. At least you don’t encounter knife-wielding thugs on the street.

Zhou Qiang didn’t quite agree with Xi Lijuan’s thoughts. He had just received the silk banner, and after hearing the police’s description, he had proudly declared that this was what a qualified citizen should do. Xi Lijuan certainly gave him plenty of disdainful looks for it. But their son had been acting quite strange recently. When asked when he learned to fight thugs, Zhou Ziang calmly replied: "Learned it in the self-defense classes during school PE." No other words came out, and his expression suggested he was swatting not three thugs but three flies.

"Child’s father, do you think we should find a doctor to look at our son after we go back to Shanghai? Maybe that Dr. Chen from the medical university your colleague recommended," Xi Lijuan worriedly watched Zhou Ziang standing under the White Pear Tree. Her son, whom she had brought up from her own womb for sixteen years, seemed to become more and more of an enigma.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Haven’t you seen the grades our son got on his finals? They soared up like a rocket. The teachers all say he doesn’t need to take the national college entrance exam and should go directly to university in the United States. If we make him see a psychologist now and he ends up with a shadow over him, what then? Always coming up with bad ideas." Zhou Qiang spoke sternly but his eyes held a trace of warmth. Shanghai is very prosperous but is also a place full of trouble.

Meeting Zhu Shijun in Guiyang touched Zhou Qiang deeply, having been busy all year round, he always felt that he owed it to his dear wife and son.

"You want to send Ziang to the United States, are you crazy?" Xi Lijuan, hearing this, pushed Zhou Qiang away, not caring that they were standing on the busiest street of Bai Family Ancient Town.

During the New Year period, red lanterns hung in front of each ancient building in Bai Family Ancient Town, swaying and flickering in the wind with the lights inside.

"The domestic educational environment isn’t good. Going abroad doesn’t mean he won’t come back. He can return after studying for three or four years. Moreover, this is still under consideration, and everything will have to wait until I take up my post in Beijing," Zhou Qiang didn’t dare to anger Xi Lijuan; if she flew into a rage and locked him out of their room, the embarrassment would extend beyond the province.

"In any case, when it comes to our son’s affairs, we’ll let him decide for himself. Don’t get any funny ideas," Xi Lijuan, fuming, stamped her foot and headed to the Ancient Town Inn where they were staying. Zhou Qiang hurriedly followed.

Zhou Ziang, with his keen hearing, had overheard the entire conversation of the couple. He bent down to pick up a petal from the ground and brought it to his nose, relishing the lingering fragrance.

Between heaven and earth, it was only this twenty-five-year-old white pear tree that kindled a sense of closeness in Zhou Ziang’s heart.

Zhou Ziang’s fingers gently traced in the air, and a pear branch snapped off from the tree. By the next year, his Gold Grade Space would also be filled with blooming pear blossoms.

"It’s a pity that I can’t see the mother tree of this pear tree. The spiritual energy on the tree is not bad, but because it’s an offspring, the spiritual energy is at least more than half weaker than the mother’s." When Zhou Ziang first saw the white pear tree in Bai Family Ancient Town, he saw its exquisiteness.

The fruits borne by this pear tree, just like the pears sent over from the UK at the last World Agriculture Expo, belong to the same variety. However due to the differences in soil and water, this tree will produce more fruits and blossoms than the pear tree in the UK. This tree must have been left by a cultivator. There are also cultivators in this world.

After examining the pear tree, Zhou Ziang headed back, unable to stop himself from recalling his parents’ conversation. The long-cold heart of his cracked open with warmth; they truly raised him as their son.

Yun Guanzi originally planned, after confirming that there were cultivators on this mainland in his trip to Guiyang, to leave Zhou Family, as he was not their biological son and felt no obligation to live up to "Zhou Ziang’s" expectations. But now his thoughts had changed. Changing his...

"He and I have no blood relation, and he does not know that his little granddaughter is no longer here. I don’t want to upset him, so he became my grandfather. In the past, he took care of me, now and in the future, it’s my turn to protect him." The words of the little girl babbling in his arms on the streets of Guiyang indefinably echoed in his ears on such a night, without blood relation, how could they be family.

The words of a child are nonsensical. Told to others, no one would believe them, but they deeply moved Zhou Ziang.

Wasn’t he the same? After living together for nearly half a year, he was not utterly without feelings for Zhou Family.

Now that it had come to this, he had a responsibility to live on in place of "Zhou Ziang", and Xi Lijuan and Zhou Qiang would be his "family". No matter whether he could return to Yunteng or not, he would make his "parents" proud to have such an enviable son.

"I need to go to the United States; I heard that it’s the most advanced country in gene technology research. I’m currently unable to absorb a large amount of spiritual power in the existing environment. The only thing I can do is to utilize the mutated spiritual power contained within mutated plants to maintain the spiritual energy in the Gold Grade Space. Destined by fate? Can I really just believe in destiny?" Zhou Ziang made a decision, taking the pear branch into his space.

In the Gold Grade Space, the pit where the Purple Ginseng was originally planted was now filled in. Zhou Ziang, breathing in the spiritual energy of the space, softly wondered, "I wonder how that little girl is doing, I hope she and her grandfather have both recovered."

His voice was low and powerful, carried far by the wind into the night, eventually dissipating into the dark.

Under the same chilly night sky, in the suspension house of Miao Family’s Village, the Great Wizard Hong Huai stood alone in the hall.

She listened closely, echoes of a little girl’s voice reverberated in the room, its origin unknown.

Looking at the Great Wizard Hong Huai, praised by the Miao people, vibrant, with an oval face and willow-shaped eyebrows, not a single wrinkle upon her face, at most she appeared to be in her thirties, it was impossible to associate her with the dying old woman described by Li Ye.