C2

Returning to reality from the mysterious space, Yang Fan discovered a problem. The time in the space wasn't exactly the same as in reality. He had been in the space for quite a while, while his mother hadn't packed up much.

"Xiaofan, take a rest first. I'll go buy some food for you to cook." Zhong Luojuan had been to Yang Fan's rented apartment before, and there was a market nearby. She didn't have to worry about getting lost, so she immediately left.

After Zhong Runjuan left, Yang Fan took an empty water cup and began to fill it with spring water.

After half a day of experimentation, Yang Fan finally found a way to move the spring water from the space to the outside world. With a splash, a large puddle of water appeared on the ground.

Within the cup, the spring water was clear and exuded a faint fragrance.

Lightly taking a sip, Yang Fan immediately felt a clear stream from his throat all the way down to his stomach. The clear, cold, sweet, and refreshing feeling made him feel extremely comfortable.

After drinking all the spring water in his cup in one go, Yang Fan felt refreshed all over, as if his body was filled with endless energy. It was like he was on stimulants, and he had the urge to find someone to fight with him.

Moving the table and lifting the chair, Yang Fan found that his strength had only increased slightly, and was not as good as he thought it was. The wounds on his body were not as good as they were at first, and it seemed like the spring water was not as effective as he thought it was.

However, after a few minutes, Yang Fan discovered the benefits of the spring water. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and it seemed to have become lighter.

Yang Fan didn't care if it was the effect on his heart. He immediately drank another cup, but the effects were much weaker this time. The changes brought to his body by the spring water were negligible.

It seemed like he could only drink a single glass of water at a time. The more he drank, the less effective he would be. As long as it was beneficial to his body, the damage he would receive would be worth it.

Soon, Zhong Runjuan came back to buy vegetables. As soon as she entered the door, she began to complain about the quality of the things in the city. The price was also quite expensive, and couldn't even compare to the things in her house.

Yang Fan took the items from Zhong Ruan Juan's hands and handed the cup over to her. "Mom, how can the things in the city be compared to the things in our house? Hurry up and rest, let's drink a cup of water."

Zhong Ruan Juan received the cup and drank a mouthful, her eyes instantly lighting up. "This water tastes good, it's even sweeter than the spring water in our hometown. I remember when I was young, I went hunting in the mountains with your grandpa, and even the spring water I drank at the summit of the Immortal's Mountain wasn't as delicious as this! "

"Drink as much as you want, this is brought back from abroad by my classmate. Drinking it will be good for your body." He had just been discharged from the hospital, so it was very possible that his mother would think of him as a lunatic. Before he completely figured out the ins and outs of this magical space, Yang Fan didn't plan on letting anyone know about it, lest he bring disaster upon himself.

Winter melon soup, red-braised chicken pieces, sweet and sour carp, stir-fried vegetables, and stir-fried chicken leg mushrooms." Winter melon soup, red-braised chicken pieces, sweet and sour carp, fried vegetables, and stir-fried chicken leg mushrooms.

In the afternoon, Yang Fan called a few of his best friends in Jiang-Nan city. He didn't mention that he was injured and was hospitalized, but said that he had to go back to his hometown for a period of time and told them not to look for him during this time.

The next morning, Yang Fan followed his mother back to their hometown.

From Jiang-Nan city to Yang Fan's hometown, Qing Mountain Village, there was no direct train, so they had to pass through the county town to change cars. Yang Fan and Zhong Runjuan left in the morning and tossed around until it was dark before they saw any sign of Qing Mountain Village.

Through the open window, Yang Fan looked at the familiar mountains. He breathed in the fragrance of the grass, wood, and earth, and all the tiredness he had felt along the way was gone. He had grown up in the mountains, and his feelings for the mountains were beyond the comprehension of the people in the city.

The mountain roads were very rugged and the driving was quite dangerous. Very few people travelled at night. When they arrived at Qingshan Town, they would no longer have a car heading towards the mountain.

"Xiaofan, it's getting dark. The town is still a few miles away from our home, shouldn't we stay at your uncle's tonight? "Your uncle borrowed three thousand yuan from you when you went into the hospital. When you see him later, remember to say thank you." Zhong Runjuan said to Yang Fan, who was admiring the mountain.

"Sure, it's been half a year since I last saw my first uncle. It's about time I went over to his house to take a look." Yang Fan removed his luggage from the luggage rack and followed Zhong Runjuan out of the car, walking towards his uncle's house.

Yang Fan's uncle opened a small restaurant in the town. Qing Mountain Village was very poor and could not earn much money throughout the year. It was just that he barely managed to live his days. Even so, his family life was much better than Yang Fan's.

In the entire village, there were less than three hundred people, and the average annual income was not more than three thousand. The villagers were so poor that they could not even marry a wife, and in these many years, a university student like Yang Fan had appeared.

Qing Mountain Village was not very big, only having a street called Crossroads Street. Uncle Yang Fan's restaurant was located outside of South Street, in a rather old two-story building. The restaurant was called the Zhong Family's Old Shop, a rather tacky name.

When Yang Fan and his mother dragged their bags into the restaurant, they discovered that the atmosphere wasn't right. Eldest Uncle and Aunt were squatting on the floor and packing up their things.

"First uncle, aunt, what's going on?" Yang Fan quickly put down his luggage and went up to help pack.

"I'm fine. I ran into a few drunkards. Xiaofan, how did you get out of the hospital so quickly? Your injuries are all healed?" His first uncle found a cloth to wipe his hands and pinched Yang Fan's arm. Seeing that he was truly fine, he felt relieved.

First aunt hurriedly stopped Yang Fan from helping, "Xiaofan, don't do anything. You just got discharged from the hospital, you still need to rest more. Just let me do it."

"Big brother, what drunkard? Even you can't beat him? " Zhong Ruan asked with concern. She had trained in martial arts since young, and she often followed Yang Fan's old master to hunt in the mountains. Even if there were ten or eight ordinary bullies, they wouldn't be his match, so how could the restaurant still be smashed?

First uncle sighed and kept quiet while packing up his things. First aunt could not help but say, "Isn't it that some of the rascals in the town had the title of an official in the police station? They don't pay for their meals, but they owe us a thousand dollars for keeping an account. When your first uncle brought up the matter of asking for money, these bastards led the way and flipped the table over. But your first uncle said that the citizens did not fight with the officials, so they let the rascals go!"

"Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Tomorrow, I will go back to Yang Shuquan and call for people to clean them up. I want to see who dares to bully our Yang Shuquan?" Yang Fan wasn't a timid person. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to meddle in the affairs of bullies. If it wasn't for the fact that he drank too much that night and had some blades in his hands, he might have even been hospitalized.