After being reborn, the young master returned to his village and led his wife and daughters to prosp

Having a clear objective is not enough; we need to carefully consider the specific actions to take.

The bus swayed and bumped along, and soon arrived at the next county town.

More people boarded this time than when the bus stopped in Liangshan County, but there were no seats left, so those who squeezed on had to stand. Some who couldn't stand put their luggage in the aisle and sat down.

There is currently no limit on the number of passengers on buses like this; as long as there is enough room, there is no problem with how many people can fit.

Once the bus was full, it traveled more smoothly and faster, with almost no stops along the way.

A journey that actually takes eight or nine hours cannot be completed in one stop. Some people need to use the restroom, the driver needs to rest and have a meal, and so do the passengers.

So the bus stopped near a farmhouse restaurant by the roadside.

"We're taking a break halfway through. Those who need to eat, go eat; those who need to use the restroom, go to the restroom. We'll stop here for half an hour, and then we'll leave. Don't be late for the bus, or we won't wait for you!"

After the car stopped, the driver yelled.

Then he turned off the engine, opened the car door, leaned back in his seat, and started smoking. As for the ticket seller, he went to the farmhouse restaurant to get a boxed lunch.

Lin Fan was hungry after sitting for a while, so after getting off the train, he first went to the toilet and then went to a farmhouse restaurant for a meal.

This place doesn't seem to operate like a typical agritourism business. It has a sign that says "agritourism," but inside there's a large hall filled with ready-made boxed meals. What do you want? Which dishes do you like? You can pay seven yuan and eat as much as you want.

Obviously, most of the people who come here on weekdays are tourists from long-distance buses. It's too late to cook fresh dishes for them, so they operate in the form of fast food boxes.

Lin Fan picked out some shredded potatoes, a bowl of shredded pork with garlic sauce, two braised eggs, and a bowl of mustard green soup, and then squatted down by the roadside to eat.

Unfortunately, all the seats in the hall were already taken, so we found a tree stump in the open space outside to cool off while we ate.

The food tasted good; at least Lin Fan was quite satisfied with his meal.

However, as Lin Fan was eating, he noticed that there seemed to be a gaze watching him from not far away.

"Could it be that they've been targeted by a thief?"

Lin Fan was startled, but he subtly observed the area.

Soon his gaze settled on a tall, thin young man not far away, who looked somewhat dull and was about the same age as himself.

The young man was carrying a large bundle wrapped in red cloth. His clothes were even more rustic than Lin Fan's. He was sitting on a small mound of earth by the roadside, munching on a dry pie, his eyes vaguely watching the food in Lin Fan's hand.

Lin Fan was taken aback, then looked down at the sumptuous meal in his hands, and then at the pancakes the young man was holding. He seemed to understand something and smiled.

He thought for a moment, then got up and went back into the dining room to get another identical meal. He then carried the lunchbox to the young man's side.

The young man was looking around when he noticed Lin Fan approaching. He paused for a moment, then quickly turned his head away.

He thought Lin Fan was just passing by by accident, but he didn't expect Lin Fan to actually stop in front of him.

The young man's body stiffened, and he spoke with difficulty, "You, is something wrong?"

Lin Fan didn't say anything, but sat down next to the young man, put down the lunchbox in his hand, opened it, and handed it to him.

"Brother, I took too much food and can't finish it. Can you eat some for me?"

Upon hearing this, the young man was taken aback, and then a look of shame and indignation appeared on his face.

"I, I'm not a beggar, brother, I'm on this bus too."

Lin Fan shook his head and smiled, looking at him and said, "Eat up. It's fate that we met. To be honest, you look a lot like one of my friends. When I saw you just now, I thought I had run into him by chance."

"I don't know where you're going. I'm going to the provincial capital. It's a long way to go, and I'll have to eat something to make it last."

Lin Fan had made this up, his only purpose being to get the person to accept his good intentions.

Although he was talking nonsense, the young man's current attire reminded Lin Fan of an encounter in his previous life.

At that time, I was taking a long-distance bus to another place to develop my career. All the money I had was spent on the ticket, and I could only carry a few dry, hard cornbreads with me along the way.

At that time, I was also squatting by the roadside, secretly watching others eat their sumptuous meals.

It wasn't because I was greedy, but because the cornbread in my hand was just too hard to swallow. Watching others eat those plentiful, watery meals made me pretend I was eating too, and that's how I could swallow the cornbread.

Clearly, this young man was just like himself back then, which is why Lin Fan could understand him so well.

However, at that time, Lin Fan had no one to host a banquet for him.

But now he is hosting a banquet for this young man, or rather, he is hosting a banquet for his past self.

Upon hearing Lin Fan's words, the man paused for a moment, then silently took the lunchbox and whispered a thank you in a voice barely above a whisper.

The two squatted together silently and began to eat. The young man ate very quickly, wolfing down his food, and soon finished the whole box of food.

The two threw the fast food containers onto the nearby garbage heap. Lin Fan dusted himself off and prepared to leave, but the young man called him back.

"and many more."

Lin Fan turned to look at him and smiled, "What's wrong? Is there something else?"

The young man opened his mouth, seemingly unsure of what to say, yet he also felt he should say something.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and said, "Thank you."

"What's your name? My name is Zhu Zhengyan."

Lin Fan extended his hand to the other person.

Zhu Zhengyan hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand and shook hands with Lin Fan.

Lin Fan smiled slightly and said, "My name is Lin Fan. What are you going to the provincial capital for, Brother Zhu? To work?"

Zhu Zhengyan shook his head, a hint of something unspeakable on his face.

"No, it's all about some shameful things at home that I need to deal with."

Lin Fan wisely refrained from asking further questions.

Instead, he looked at Zhu Zhengyan and said, "Brother Zhu, are you traveling alone? You've been away for so long without any family members with you?"

Zhu Zhengyan shook his head and said softly, "I don't have any family left. I'm used to being alone."

An orphan?

Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat, and then he looked at him and asked, "Brother Zhu, have you ever studied?"

Zhu Zhengyan nodded: "Having gone to school, reading and recognizing characters shouldn't be a problem for you."