The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 137 - 113

With a smack, Lan Tian’s hand was struck and the bracelet was snatched away by Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo glared at Lan Tian, scolding her, "How can you take back something once it’s given away? I was just saying, who would think it’s effeminate, and you took it seriously."

Since it was made by the girl’s master, it must be good stuff! Mr. Mo hurriedly put it on, showing off his wrist to Lan Tian with a shake, making it clear that now he’s wearing it, no one else should even think about taking it. Seeing this, Lan Tian smiled.

"Grandpa, I’ll tie a dead knot for you so it won’t come off." Taking the opportunity to tie the dead knot for Mr. Mo, Lan Tian also placed a prohibition on the peach bead bracelet so that Mr. Mo wouldn’t be able to take it off in the future.

"All right, now it won’t fall off." After placing the prohibition, Lan Tian tugged at the bracelet firmly, nodding in satisfaction.

Mr. Mo raised his hand to look, but couldn’t see anything different about it. It looked much like the counterfeit peach bead bracelets sold on Antique Street, items that only cost a few cents and didn’t seem to have any unusual qualities.

"Can this thing also be used for self-defense?"

He had heard from old friends that some ancient, reclusive families still possessed things unseen by outsiders, such as the Bone Shrinking Technique and hidden weapons. Could it be that the bracelet the girl provided was one of those things?

Lan Tian pressed her lips together in a smile, offering no explanation.

Seeing the look on Lan Tian’s face, Mr. Mo already knew the answer and didn’t pursue the topic further. Instead, he started to ask her about her Cha Hua.

"Girl, Grandpa knows he shouldn’t be asking you this, but the old men who came today are all your grandpa’s wartime buddies. Back in the day, they pulled me out from a pile of dead bodies, which is why I’m here today."

It was as if Mr. Mo could once again see the scene of the sky ablaze with gunfire, his old friends not believing he was dead, searching for him through the stack of corpses.

"You’ve seen them, although they look robust, they are actually full of injuries inside. I’ve been taking care of them all these years. It’s just a temporary fix and they won’t last many years. I really can’t bear it. Girl, could you spare a few pots of your Cha Hua? Not too many, just four?"

Four pots isn’t too many? She doesn’t have many to begin with, right?

Seeing Mr. Mo was somewhat sentimental, Lan Tian thought for a moment and said, "As you know about my Cha Hua, out of respect for grandpa, I can spare a few pots. But they can’t have them for nothing; I want them to trade something in exchange."

"Don’t worry, Grandpa knows what treasures they have, and I’ll definitely get you some good ones in return. I’ll give them a call. Will you go to the tea house to drink tea or stay in the Medicine House?" Now that he had Lan Tian’s approval, Mr. Mo was delighted and eager to let his old comrades know so that they could feel at ease.

Lan Tian amusedly watched him before speaking, "I’ll read here for a bit; Grandpa, do as you wish. However, the Cha Hua will have to wait until next year."

Mr. Mo smiled and said, "We’ve waited for so long, what’s a few more months? They can wait."

...

During dinner, Wu Zongyu, Lin Guohao, and Lin Guoqiang didn’t see Mo Junhua and guessed he might have returned to the military. Lin Guoqiang looked outside and, not seeing anyone, asked Lan Tian, "Sister, how come we didn’t see Junhua? Where is he?"

"He’s got training tomorrow, so he went back to the military base earlier. He wanted to say goodbye to you before he left, but when the family said you were out, he had to leave earlier; it’s too late for public transportation to get there." Lan Tian glanced at Lin Guoqiang as she spoke indifferently.

"I see!" Lin Guohao felt it was a pity that he wouldn’t have anyone to drink with tonight.

Mr. Mo had wanted to discuss some matters about Beijing with Lan Tian, but seeing that she was not interested, he let it be. The Mo family, including Mo Yuanle, didn’t interfere with Lan Tian’s freedom, and he had even less ground to pressure her.

After breakfast the next morning, Grandpa Lin and the others began to pack up, and the household bustled with activity.

Mr. Mo was setting off for Beijing and wouldn’t be back for a short while, so there were many preparations to be made at home. Decisions had to be settled on who would accompany him, who would stay to watch over the house, and also arrangements for someone to take care of Lan Tian who was staying behind.

After careful consideration, Mr. Mo decided to leave Grandpa Lin’s family behind and only took Lin Guohao with him to Beijing. As Wu Zongyu’s family was in Beijing, it was obvious he would accompany Mr. Mo back home, and it had been a long time since he had gone back to visit.

Lan Tian looked around, feeling quite idle as if she had nothing to do; she wasn’t able to be of any help anyway. Wu Zongyu and Lin Guohao were looking at medical books in the Medicine House, while Mr. Mo was tasting tea in the tea house.

Lan Tian thought for a moment and then went upstairs.

The tea room was filled with a light scent of tea. Upon entering, Lan Tian was greeted by the aroma. On a sandalwood tea table, there was a set of purple clay tea utensils and a tea caddy, with boiling water on the stove beside it. Mr. Mo picked up the boiling water and poured it over the tea set.

Lan Tian walked over.

"Grandpa, do you like drinking tea?" Lan Tian sat opposite Mr. Mo, watching him rinse the tea set with graceful movements that were pleasing to watch.

"When I have nothing better to do, I drink tea and chat with a few old friends. Old Zhao, the Zhao we met that day, you wouldn’t guess it, but his family has a scholarly background, they are all intellectuals, and they are very particular about these refined things. Over time, I also picked up a bit of it."

Lan Tian rummaged through her bag and took out the Spiritual Tea. "Let me make you a pot of tea, with my own tea leaves."

The tea leaves Lan Tian brought out were from the Spiritual Tea plant in Taohua Valley. When dried, they were only the size of soybeans, but once water was added, they bloomed like resplendent tea flowers after a rain. Once ready, she served it to Mr. Mo, and the grandfather and granddaughter savored it slowly, each with a cup in hand.

As soon as the tea was brewed, the fragrance filled the room. Mr. Mo knew at once that this tea was extraordinary. He took a small sip, and the tea turned into a warm current flowing to his stomach, making him feel refreshed and invigorated.

"Girl, there’s still some time before the school year begins, would you like to come with me to Beijing for a visit? We could also see your grand master uncle," said Mr. Mo as he took another sip, feeling every pore in his body relax, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Girl, what kind of tea is this? Do you have any more? Give some to your grand grandpa to take to Beijing."

Lan Tian suddenly regretted having offered him the tea.

Strength that’s not met with an equal fortification is no good; Mr. Mo’s body wasn’t like Grandma Sun and the others who regularly ate Spiritual Vegetables and whose bodies, nourished by the vegetables, could handle the slightly higher Spiritual Energy of Spiritual Tea and Spirit Fruit. One cup was already his limit; two would be a deadly poison rushing through his intestines.

Lan Tian rolled her eyes, "There’s none left. Keep whining, and I won’t give you even a drop to drink."

Mr. Mo glanced at Lan Tian and muttered, "Stingy, no respect for the elderly," but he didn’t speak up again. He kept drinking the tea as if afraid Lan Tian wouldn’t let him have any more.

Lan Tian grimaced and pretended she didn’t hear, "I still have things to do here; I won’t go to Beijing. When the time comes, I will visit Beijing on my own." Her gaze towards the direction of Beijing was deep and inscrutable.

Over at the Medicine House, Wu Zongyu and others reading medical books sniffed the alluring aroma wafting from the teahouse. They raised their noses, glanced toward the teahouse, and considered whether to join.

"What tea is Mr. Mo making? It smells amazing. I’ve never smelled it before. I’m going to ask for a cup, do you guys want some?" Lin Guofu, as always carefree and heartless, put away his book, got up, and headed towards the teahouse, while Wu Zongyu and Lin Guohao looked at each other and followed with a smile.

"Mr. Mo, what are you drinking?" Lin Guofu, entering the teahouse and seeing Lan Tian there as well, showed his surprise, "Sis is here too, that’s great, more the merrier, I want some too."

He eyed the two cups of tea, looked inside the teapot to see it empty, then turned his gaze to Mr. Mo.

Wu Zongyu and the others who came in after sat quietly around the tea table. Without saying a word, their intentions were the same as Lin Guofu’s—looking towards Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo, having finished his last sip of tea, stared and said, "What are you looking at me for? It’s not my tea."

Lan Tian was not stingy; she took out four dried tea flower buds from her bag, threw them into the cups, and poured each of them a cup of tea. Mr. Mo’s mouth twitched at the sight—didn’t she say there was none left? Where did these come from? It wasn’t even a few minutes apart; blatantly taking them out right in front of an elder, was she pretending he didn’t exist?

"Give me another cup," Mr. Mo shamelessly pushed his cup forward.

Lan Tian glanced at him with a look that said without a blink, "There’s none left."

"Cough, cough, cough"—suddenly, a chorus of coughs rang out from the teahouse.

For Lin Guohao and his brothers, witnessing the intimate interaction between Lan Tian and Mr. Mo in private like this was unbelievable. They didn’t expect to see Mr. Mo being snubbed, let alone by his granddaughter, which they found incredibly amusing.

In Mo Village, Wu Zongyu sees this all the time, so it’s nothing unusual to him.

After lunch, Mr. Mo was ready to leave, and Lan Tian escorted them to the door. Lin Guoqiang drove them, with Lin Guohao sitting in the front, and Mr. Mo and Wu Zongyu took the seats in the back.

Once Mr. Mo was seated, Wu Zongyu turned to face Lan Tian before getting into the car, "Let me know when you’re coming to Beijing, I’ll pick you up. Take care."

Lan Tian was surprised, not expecting Wu Zongyu to invite her. She smiled and nodded, "Alright, take good care of grandpa, take care."

After Mr. Mo had left, Lin Guoqiang and Lin Guofu also went back to work, leaving Lan Tian alone at home, and the place became much quieter all of a sudden.

...

After parting with Lan Tian and catching the last bus, Mo Junhua reached the foot of the mountain after dark. It took him four to five hours of walking the mountain roads, even taking a shortcut. By the time he got back to the base, it was very late, nearly dawn.

Most of the soldiers in the dormitory were asleep, and Mo Junhua didn’t want to wake them by returning, so he went to his own assigned house. It had been a while since he was there; the room had accumulated a thick layer of dust and smelled musty. After airing out the room and wiping down the bed, he quickly took a cold shower and went to bed.

He needed to get everything sorted out while Lan Tian was away; only then would he feel at ease. Military marriages were protected by law, and those who undermined them would face severe legal sanctions.

Moreover, Lan Tian had never let go of her guard against him. Where did that caution come from?

He had never thought to hurt her, nor had he done anything to hurt her. Could it be related to the events in his dreams?

Could it be that Lan Tian also knew about the matters from the dreams?

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