Spiritual Resurgence: Cultivating Immortality from Farming

"Miss, it's great that your illness has recovered." The maid held a bowl with hot water in her hand. When she saw Fan Lihua standing in front of her pretty, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the lady not only woke up, but also became beautiful and tender.

"My mother is not dead yet, hurry up and find a way to find me a carriage or a horse." Until now, Fan Lihua was not a family member, saving her mother was the most important thing.

"The lady is not dead yet? Are those people lying? Did they bury the lady alive?" Neither the couple nor the couple expected that the Fan family was so vicious.

The maid also rushed to say: "We don't have a carriage, let alone a horse. We only have an old ox for plowing the land. There were oxen pulling the oxcart before, but the eldest lady took the oxen away two days ago."

"Then let's take this old cow! You in charge, please pull the cow out. I must rush back to the house and save my mother."

"Little Miss, you should go as a slave! It's a long journey, and you, a young lady, are riding an ox..." The steward's immediate thought was that Miss Fan Lihua has never ridden a horse or an ox, and a girl would ride one. How is it appropriate to wear a cow?

Fan Lihua failed to explain so much to them. Can her face be compared with her mother's life? He said hurriedly: "Quick... This is not the time to talk nonsense. Only I can know how to save my mother. It will be useless if you go there."

"Okay..." When the steward saw the lady's firm eyes, she didn't look as weak as when she first arrived, and he felt relieved and went to pull the cow out.

"Miss, it's a long journey and you don't have any money. What should you do if you get hungry on the way? Let me cook some sweet potatoes for you to take with you on the way." The woman thought more about it. It would take half a day to go to the city from here.

"Silver...?" Fan Lihua thought of the currency in the world and realized that the most valuable things on her body were the necklace around her neck, the silver hairpin on her head, and the silver bracelet on her hand. These were not valuable things. Her eldest sister I didn't like it, so I didn't take it away.

"Miss, I'll give you this silver fork." The maid took off the only hairpin on her head and wanted to give it to Fan Lihuagang for travel expenses.

"Keep the hairpin, I still have some jewelry..." Fan Lihua said and hurriedly turned around and left.

The maid and her mother followed and saw Fan Lihua, who had never ridden a horse or ridden an ox before. She steadily turned over and sat on the ox.

The steward put a clean rag on the cow's body. Fan Lihua sat on the cow. The cow was tied with a nose ring and a rope. She took the rope and waved her hand gently, and the old cow was sent out by her. Immortal energy, as if the young are more powerful than the prime of life, running forward quickly.

"Little miss, please slow down." The steward, his wife, and daughter looked worriedly at the backs of the cows and people running away quickly. Why could the cows that could not run in the fields before be able to run now? So fast?

It was just noon, and the winter sun was shining warmly. When the cow was running wildly, she was only wearing a thin piece of clothing and trousers, and Fan Lihua didn't even feel the cold.

Fan Lihua and her brother had been here once last year, and she remembered the road to Paradise City.

I didn't care to look at the picturesque scenery of the Three Rivers on the road, my mind flew to Fan Mansion, the poor mother in this body.

The horse riders could clearly see that an old cow was running faster than his horse, which made some horse riders feel embarrassed.

When Fan Lihua passed by two young men on horseback, the two young men were wearing curtains and hats, and their curtains were blown up by the galloping cattle.

A young prince is wearing a white brocade robe and a black cloak. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, red lips, a tall and thin figure, and a jade pendant on his waist and a sword. This man is Zhao Shuai, a talented scholar from Lecong Academy and the eldest son of the Zhao family in Lecheng.

Another young master was wearing a purple brocade robe and a white cloak. He had a long face, a high nose, red phoenix eyes and sword eyebrows, thin lips, a tall and slender figure, and a sharp sword hanging from a jade pendant on his waist. This man is Luo Shaoxing, the second son of the Luo family in Lecheng, and a talented scholar from Lecong Academy.

When the two young men passed by the cow, they saw clearly that there was a young beauty riding on the cow. The wind blew her hair, revealing a fair and beautiful face, and her loose and worn sleeves were flying.

"Wow, girls can ride bulls these days. The old bull can run faster than the horse. It's amazing." Luo Shaoxing wanted to clap his hands for the cow and the beautiful girl, with admiration in his tone.

"Don't you think there's something weird about that cow of hers?" Zhao Shuai noticed Wei's twinkling eyes, and there was a little more warmth in his cold tone.

"She doesn't look like a peasant girl. Why is she dressed so shabbily..."

"I don't know..." Zhao Shuai and his friends were puzzled.

"Let's catch up and see what happens..."

Luo Shaoxing felt that there was a good show that he couldn't miss.

Zhao Shuai looked deeply at the back of the figure riding the bull in the distance, feeling that this person felt familiar.

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A young man from Lecong Academy was attending class in the academy when he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain. His eyelids were twitching. He covered his heart and frowned worriedly.

When Mr. Zai said get out of class was over, he immediately packed his schoolbag, handed a note to his deskmate, and ran out quickly.

His deskmate hadn't reacted yet. He just looked at the note in a daze and helplessly asked for leave.

The young man carrying his schoolbag rushed out of the academy regardless of the fact that he had not yet reached Muxiu. The rules for boarding students were not to run out.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, someone at the guard called him: "Young Master, Grandpa, the old lady invites you."

"Grandpa, grandma?" The young man should have quickly found a carriage to return home. After hearing the words of the Zhong family servant, he could only take his carriage to the Zhong family.

The young man got off the carriage, entered the Zhong Mansion and went straight to his grandfather and grandmother's yard.

When they came to the bed of the two old men, their thin hands were shaking, trying to hold the young man's hand.

"Grandson, you are here. Is your mother okay?"

Fan Snow's face looked a bit like Fan Lihua's. The young man looked at the two old people with worried eyes. They had been sick and bedridden in these years. Like his mother, they both missed each other but found it difficult to see each other.

"I went back last month and my mother was fine. She should be fine. I just asked for leave and I want to go back and see my mother."

"Okay, kid." The old man ordered the maid to prepare a gift for the boy and arrange a carriage to take him back.

Fan Snow couldn't bear to look at the two old men again, then ran out quickly and got into the carriage prepared for him.

The head wife of the Zhong family, Fan Snow's aunt, had a misunderstanding with her sister-in-law when she was a girl, and later married into the Zhong family. She was lukewarm towards her sister-in-law.

The old man at home is sick, and the sister-in-law is sick again. The two families gradually have less contact, and they have to send people to send gifts during the New Year and holidays.

The old man asked someone to pick up Fan Snow. How could she, the wife of the house, not know?

Just pretending not to know.

Paradise City Fan Mansion.

The gate was dilapidated and had a small hole. There was a coffin lying in the dilapidated courtyard. The place was deserted, and no one was keeping vigil in the courtyard.

The yard was full of weeds and the house was dilapidated. The furniture in the house was shabby and even a stool was missing its legs.

Unlike other courtyards like this dilapidated courtyard, San Yiniang's courtyard planted some less expensive flowers. At this time, Mr. Fan was having lunch here.

"Master, I'm afraid of you..." The third aunt only gave birth to a daughter. She had no housekeeping rights, but she was very popular with her grandfather. She was an actress by birth, and Mr. Fan liked to hear her sing.

"Beauty, don't be afraid. My wife died of natural causes. Her death had nothing to do with you. What are you afraid of?"

Mr. Fan's wife didn't look sad at all when she died. Others were a husband and wife for a night and a hundred days of grace, but he was a husband and wife of a night and a hundred days of mourning. He had long been dissatisfied with Zhong Chuqiao's sad face.

Ever since his wife was injured after giving birth to twins and was sick all day long, he had not been to her yard. Later, the second concubine went to seize the dowry and drove Zhong Chuqiao to a run-down yard, and he acquiesced.

There are a few men who are not romantic and their wives are useless, and it is only because of her bad luck.

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The second aunt asked the maid next to her to call the coachman and put the eldest lady into the carriage.

The maid quietly withdrew. She had done a lot of things for the second aunt over the years, and kept adding sepsis medicine to the eldest lady's medicine.

Just two days ago, the eldest lady, who was getting weaker and weaker, was given strong medicine again. After drinking it, she fainted.

The second aunt immediately sent people to seal off the scene and had people carry the eldest lady into an ordinary coffin.

The second young lady cried and shouted, but the eldest lady sent someone to tie her up and send her to the villa.

"Mother..." Fan Jinxiang came to her mother's room, wearing a wide-sleeved moiré brocade dress, two hairpins on the side of Bu Yao and a hosta on her head, her tone was coquettish, and she walked impatiently in embroidered shoes.

"Well, Miss, what are you doing?" The second aunt had two jade hairpins on her head, a golden hairpin, a high bun, rouge on her face, and a red brocade dress with wide sleeves and patterns.

This is the first time she has worn a red brocade dress since she became an aunt. It was also after the death of my wife. I thought about burying her today and asking her husband to promote her to wife in the evening, a legitimate step-wife.

"Mom, why don't you hurry up and have the dead man taken away? I'm afraid of him at night."

"Let people transport it away later in the evening..." The second aunt felt uneasy and felt guilty. She knew what she was doing.

"Mom, I heard that the eldest son of the Zhao family and the second son of the Luo family have come to Paradise City..." Fan Jinxiang said with a shy expression on her face. She really wanted to see the two talented men.

"My daughter deserves such a talent."

"Well, mother understands me best."

Most of the ornaments in the second concubine's room come from Chu Qiao's dowry.

The screen is embroidered with rich flowers, thread-carved red sandalwood and many treasures, and there is a large fish-patterned vase with some plum blossoms on it, and there are also several exquisite ornaments.

There is a rosewood kang table across the front of the kang, with fish-patterned tea sets on it. Against the east wall facing the west, there are half-used purple satin back pillows.

The mother and daughter sat on the pit and conspired. The aunt was planning to invite the two young masters into the house while they were still in Paradise City.

Fan Jinxiang was afraid that the two young masters would return to Lecheng today, and would go out to the street to see the two young masters in a private room outside a restaurant called Fuguilou Restaurant, and take this opportunity to get to know each other.

When she and her two maids rode a carriage to Fugui Building, the maid and the servant came to a private room with her, and the servant stood guard outside the door.

Fan Jinxiang and the maid looked out at the street, waiting for the two talented men to appear.

The second aunt ordered people to carry the coffin out. There was no grand funeral ceremony, no Taoist priests playing music, and not even a single relative showed up.

The coffin was carried onto a dilapidated carriage with only one driver driving the carriage. The driver took a large sum of money from the steward and sent the coffin to a mass grave to be thrown away.

Before Fan Jinxiang saw the two young masters, she saw a carriage carrying a coffin. She was so frightened that she retracted her eyes: "Unlucky..."

The maid next to Fan Jinxiang recognized at a glance that the carriage transporting the coffin on the street was the coachman of the Fan family.

"Miss, the coffin on the carriage is Madam..."

"Don't talk nonsense... Madam will be my mother in the future. As for that sickly girl, she'll die if she dies."

Fan Jinxiang looked at the maid with a flickering look in her eyes. She didn't dare to speak loudly, fearing that other boxes would hear her words.

A cow was running down the street. The cow was running fast and pedestrians were hiding. The carriage carrying the coffin also followed.

Fan Lihua wanted to return to the Fan Mansion as soon as possible and didn't pay attention to the shabby carriage. When the carriage passed by her, she felt a sense of connection with her body, which made her tremble.

Phoenix eyes turned around and saw the coffin on the carriage. She quickly stopped the running cow.

The running cow was pulled and stopped with its front hooves raised, "Moo..."

Fan Lihua turned around and ran to the carriage, shouting, "Stop..."

The panicked coachman heard this familiar and loud scolding, trembling as he looked at the person who made the sound, and stopped the carriage in a panic: "Second Miss..., I'm just following orders..."

"Hammer..." Fan Lihua looked at the coachman sternly, suppressing her anger in her heart. Her mother was a legitimate wife, and even if she died, she shouldn't be treated so hastily, without anyone to send her off, and she and her brother weren't dead yet.

"Second Miss, no hammer..." The coachman trembled, but he actually wanted to escape.

Fan Lihua didn't care about exposing her strength, and slapped the coffin of the carriage with her sleeves. The nailed lid was knocked off by her palm and flew out on the road.

This place is the busiest street in Paradise City. There is such a lively thing to watch, and they didn't care that the coffin was so unlucky in front of them. They found gossip.

The people who had gathered earlier heard the conversation between the coachman and Fan Lihua. They all whispered about it. Everyone in Paradise City didn't know that there was a sick wife in the Fan Mansion.

The behavior of Mr. Fan favoring his concubine and killing his wife was most despised by the formal wives. When the wife of the head of the family died, there was no grand funeral, but a coachman simply carried a very simple coffin away. Everyone guessed that there must be something fishy.

The legitimate daughter appeared on the street wearing tattered and patched clothes, riding a cow. This is the story in the storyteller. The legitimate daughter escaped from death and risked her life to come back to save her mother.

The coachman wanted to sneak away, but was stopped by a passerby on the side of the road. He could only lower his head and accept the judgment in the eyes of the passerby.

There are many people who draw their swords to help when they see injustice on the road. (End of this chapter)