I'm a Druid at a farmhouse.

Chapter 63 The Golden Legend

Su Yunxi's words caused a momentary stagnation in the air, and Wen Qingyan swept a sharp gaze over her.

That sounds so strange. Who does he think he is?

Su Yunxi immediately realized she had said the wrong thing, shrank her neck, stuck out her tongue at her cousin, and tried to get away with it by being cute.

Song You remained calm, looking at Wen Qingyan with a composed smile.

"Attorney Wen has a good memory, that's a professional skill. I have a good memory, that's my livelihood," he explained half-jokingly. "I run a farmhouse restaurant, and I have to remember the tastes and dietary restrictions of every regular customer, otherwise the business won't last long."

This explanation was reasonable, both defusing the awkward situation and conveniently giving himself a slap in the face.

Wen Qingyan's scrutinizing expression softened somewhat; she wasn't averse to this logically consistent answer.

"Come up with me." She didn't dwell on the topic anymore, turned around and led the now docile call duck into the apartment building.

The closer she got to the building where Wen Qingyan lived, the more restless the duck in her arms became, kicking its webbed feet wildly in the air and quacking in protest.

"Good girl, Wen Yaya, stop making a fuss. I'll buy you something delicious when we get home." Wen Qingyan coaxed her with a bit of a headache, but the pet in her arms struggled even more fiercely, looking like it would rather die than submit.

Looking at the duck, Song You felt a strong sense of grief and indignation, which was clearly conveyed through the [Whispers of Nature].

"I'm lying! I don't want to go back to eat there, it's awful!"

He couldn't help but say, "It seems like it doesn't believe you."

Wen Qingyan paused, holding the duck and looking at him.

Song Youqing cleared his throat, conveying a sense of reassurance to the duck.

"She's telling the truth this time; she'll buy you new food."

The duckling in her arms struggled less, but still looked at its owner with suspicious black bean eyes.

"Senior, you can even talk to ducks?" Su Yunxi watched with starry eyes.

"I know a little, I know a little," Song You replied vaguely.

Once inside the house, Wen Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qingyan's home is completely opposite to the impression she gives off.

As soon as the door opened, a complex smell of coffee, paper, and takeout boxes wafted out.

The house was large, but not tidy. Thick folders and law books were piled up everywhere on the sofa, the floor, and the coffee table in the living room, and there were a few takeout containers that hadn't been thrown away yet in the corner.

A half-empty coffee cup sat next to a thick stack of files, with a few sticky notes scattered around it.

The entire space exudes a sense of disarray, as if it were the result of intense mental work.

It's clear that the homeowner has been quite busy lately.

"Please sit anywhere, the house is a bit messy." Wen Qingyan looked a little embarrassed as she put the duck on the ground.

As soon as Wen Yaya landed, she skillfully avoided the obstacles on the ground, waddled over to a pile of documents about half her height, found a comfortable position to lie down, and made that place her nest.

"Please sit anywhere if you can find a place." Wen Qingyan herself was a little embarrassed. She kicked a few books to the side and cleared a small space.

Su Yunxi was used to this and took out two pairs of guest slippers from the shoe cabinet as if she knew what she was doing.

Song You changed his shoes, glanced around the room, and finally decided to stand.

"Attorney Wen, these are some of the permits for my agritainment business. Could you take a look and see if I need to replace anything?" He took a file folder out of his backpack and handed it over.

Wen Qingyan took the file bag and immediately got to work. She spread the files out on the only relatively clean dining table and carefully looked through them one by one.

"Your business license is for a sole proprietorship, that's fine." She pointed to a piece of paper, "But your food business license has too narrow a scope, it only includes catering services. If you want to sell your own pickles or cured meat in the future, that falls under food sales, and you'll have to reapply or change the scope."

"Also, the location of your agritainment business involves the issue of land use. Although it's contracted out, you need to obtain a filing from the village committee and the town government to clarify the intended use of the land, so that it won't be investigated later."

She spoke point by point, her logic clear and her thoughts organized.

Song You listened attentively, memorizing all the key points.

"Is there anything else I need to pay special attention to?" he asked.

Wen Qingyan hesitated for a moment, seemingly searching her mind quickly. She suddenly turned around and began rummaging through the mountain of documents on the sofa.

"Splash—"

She accidentally brought several law books down with her, and they fell to the ground.

"Found it." She pulled out a red-headed document from a pile of A4 papers and handed it to Song You.

"This is a new policy that the province just released last month, about supporting rural tourism and agricultural product entrepreneurship. It includes several subsidies and low-interest loans, and your situation basically meets all the requirements," she said, pointing to the clauses in the document.

"Especially this one, which provides a one-time start-up subsidy for college graduates who return to their hometowns to start businesses. Although the amount is not much, every little bit helps."

Song You took the document and his heart skipped a beat as he looked at the terms written in black and white.

This is a godsend.

"Attorney Wen, thank you so much." This time, his gratitude was more sincere than ever before.

"It was nothing." Wen Qingyan waved her hand, the fatigue from work on her face seemed to have faded a bit. "You helped me solve Wen Yaya's problem, so I'm just returning the favor."

She glanced at the clock on the wall and added, "The relevant departments close at 4:30 pm. You should still have enough time to get there now."

After finishing their business, Song You and Su Yunxi prepared to take their leave.

As they reached the door, Wen Qingyan suddenly asked, "By the way, what's the name of your agritainment business?"

"Let's go for a farm stay," Song You replied.

"Oh." Wen Qingyan nodded thoughtfully. "I think I saw something on Douyin (TikTok). Wasn't there a fishing streamer who did the challenge and caught a small crucian carp that was surprisingly strong?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"Okay, I got it," Wen Qingyan said. "Yunxi will be interning at your place in a couple of days. If I'm free this weekend, I'll go visit her."

After leaving Wen Qingyan's house, Song You and Su Yunxi went straight to the relevant departments.

With the guidance of a professional lawyer and the official document, the entire process went exceptionally smoothly. The staff became much more welcoming upon seeing the document.

Although Song You inherited the agritainment business, the official opening started with Song You, so he did a favor and got a discount.

In less than an hour, all the formalities were completed, and Song You successfully applied for the start-up subsidy for college students.

[Your account ending in xxxx received 5000.00 yuan on September 3rd. Summary: Startup subsidy.]

As Song You walked out of the service hall, he breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw the text message on his phone confirming that the subsidy had been credited to his account.

This subsidy will last for two years, after which things will be a little easier.

He turned to Su Yunxi beside him and said solemnly, "Junior, thank you so much for today."

"Senior, why are you being so polite with me?" Su Yunxi smiled faintly, her usually cool and aloof features softening considerably. "I haven't even started my internship yet, so consider this an advance on my internship assignment."

"Let's go back to school, I need to pack my luggage." She tossed her ponytail in a good mood.

The two returned to Central South University. Su Yunxi went upstairs to pack her things, while Song You waited downstairs.

When Su Yunxi came down with a suitcase that was neither too big nor too small, Song You belatedly realized a serious problem.

"What time is it now?" he asked.

Su Yunxi glanced at her phone: "It's past five in the afternoon."

Song You's heart skipped a beat.

The last bus back to the village had already left.

"There are no more cars." Song You looked at Su Yunxi with some helplessness.

Su Yunxi was also stunned; she had been so happy that she had forgotten about it.

"Then what should we do? Take a taxi back?" she suggested, but quickly rejected the idea herself. "Taking a taxi back to the village from here would probably cost several hundred yuan."

Song You looked at the suitcase at her feet and thought that he would definitely have to go to the city to buy supplies frequently in the future. He couldn't always rely on catching the bus.

A thought clearly surfaced in his mind.

He turned and walked out of the school.

Half an hour later, Song You led Su Yunxi to stand in front of a store that specializes in electric vehicles.

The shop is small, but the entrance is filled with all kinds of electric vehicles, from two-wheeled electric scooters to tricycles with cargo beds.

"Senior, are you buying a car?" Su Yunxi looked at him uncertainly.

"Yes, a tricycle is more convenient, and it will be easier to transport things in the future," Song You said crisply.

A salesperson dressed in overalls, who looked quite clever, immediately came up to them.

"Hey bro! Hey beautiful! Buying a vehicle? Check out our brand new Pioneer tricycle! It's powerful, has a 200km range, and goes uphill and downhill like it's nothing! And that big cargo bed in the back—it's spacious enough for seven or eight people, let alone hauling cargo!"

Song You patted the sturdy-looking tricycle and asked, "How much?"

"The original price was six thousand eight, but we're having a promotion today, so I'll give it to you for six thousand! And look," the salesperson leaned closer, saying mysteriously, "since you're a straightforward person, I'll give you an extra insider discount and throw in some free equipment. And if you buy this car, you can pick any three potted plants from our store and take them home!"

He pointed to a row of green plants displayed at the entrance of the shop, including money trees, pothos, and several others whose names he didn't know.

Song You's gaze swept over the potted plants.

Just as his gaze fell upon a seemingly ordinary plant in the corner, with dark green leaves edged by a strange silver-white pattern, he noticed...

The "Druid's Diary" in his mind suddenly lit up without warning.

[Druid's Diary: Discovered a special plant from the Golden Legend—Terra World Tree (sickly seedling stage).]