hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 283 Something More Important Than Love ([-])

　
　"It's so beautiful here! But, let me tell you, you didn't just bring me here to enjoy the scenery, did you?" Tang Yumo suddenly said.

　"I..." Hearing the words, the soul was a little embarrassed. It didn't know where to start talking to Tang Yumo, and it was at a loss for words.

　Tang Yumo chuckled and said, "I'm just kidding! No matter what you do next, let me enjoy the sea breeze and sunshine first! It's so comfortable! Let's treat it as our grown-up outing!"

　Only then did the other party say with relief: "Thank you for your trust, Miss Tang."

　"It's just... it looks a little... not popular? Isn't autumn and winter the perfect weather for drying salt in the south? The sun is so good, and the sea breeze is so cool. Although I don't know much about it, I also know that the workers in the saltworks should work overtime. Add some rhythm to working here, why is it so deserted here?"

　Not the general desertedness, but the extremely abnormal desertion...

　In the vast space, within the range of sight, no one can be seen...

　Except for one of them and one ghost.

　The other party hesitated for a moment to answer her: "Actually, these 'inkstones' are rarely used now. The locals have used thin-film technology to dry salt over the years. The effect is better than the traditional method, and they make money quickly."

　"Oh, yes, the traditional technology in many industries is just a decoration now. Machines evolve faster than humans, and new thinking eliminates old ones. We write novels in the same way. There is no way." Tang Yumo nodded understandingly, although she did not understand Salt industry, but you can always see the leopard in the tube.

　"However, the more important reason is not this, but now, Qingcheng's salt industry has exceeded the demand. The unsalable table salt and industrial salt in the warehouse are piled up like a hill, and the salt workers have also laid off a batch of workers. One batch, the Qingcheng Salt Field is no longer the vibrant salt field it was back then."

　"Oh..." Tang Yumo nodded thoughtfully, and couldn't help asking him, "Are you born and raised here in the saltworks?"

　"Ah."

　"No wonder, you know so much about the saltworks, like an encyclopedia."

　"I don't have any skills, I'm useless... I just know how to dry salt..."

　Tang Yumo wanted to comfort this depressed guy, but they were in two completely different worlds, and Tang Yumo didn't know which one in the air was his foothold.

　She clearly remembered that she had clearly felt Anais's entity in France, and even seen her hazy figure, but at this moment she couldn't see this sad soul at all.

　Maybe it's because the connection he left in this world is not as strong as that of Anais in France, or... the soul of this country is not as strong as that of foreign countries? !

　Tang Yumo had no choice but to change the casual topic as much as possible: "Hey, let me tell you, I still don't know what your name is! My privacy is exposed here! It's not fair!"

　"I'm sorry, I was negligent, and I'm grateful for your willingness to take care of me... If you don't mind, just call me Hong Zai! Dad and Xiaoqing have always called me that!"

"Hong Zai...it sounds very heroic, I like it! You left...leave this world, miss your father and Xiaoqing very much, right? What do you want me to do with you later? How about after finishing, I'll go with you to see them, okay?"

(End of this chapter)