Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 106 - : Qiaoqiao’s Smile_1

Chapter 106: Qiaoqiao’s Smile_1

Qiaoqiao squatted down, expertly steadying the stem of a Milk Vetch flower, then carefully placed Daxiong onto the bloom.

As he watched it extend its long proboscis deep into the heart of the flower, he let out a sigh like a little grown-up:

“Daxiong, eat less, you can’t get any fatter. If you do, you won’t be able to collect honey later… Where are your babies? You should feed your babies more!”

The voice, close at hand and brimming with sunshine, was transmitted through the phone, making listeners unable to suppress a smile.

But a strange feeling also arose in one’s heart—considering the size of the hand, the person should be quite grown-up, yet why did they speak like a child?

The next moment, a fair face suddenly appeared in front of the camera, curious eyes examining the lens, long lashes fluttering as if they were trembling butterflies in the wind.

Up close, every detail of the eyebrows and eyes brimmed with childishness and innocence, as refreshing as a spring flowing down from a snowy mountain, making one’s heartbeat involuntary pause for an instant.

Everyone in front of the screen went silent.

Then the person on the other side suddenly turned their head and shouted loudly,

“Sister, why is your phone here?”

Song Tan remembered that she was still live streaming.

But it was no big deal; last time she had carefully shot multiple videos, added music, and edited them, and still, it barely made a splash, right?

Now, even with half-hearted effort, it couldn’t possibly attract attention.

Sigh, internet traffic is even more elusive than Spiritual Energy.

She didn’t pay much attention but instead asked Qiaoqiao,

“Have you finished filtering the honey?”

Qiaoqiao nodded, then complained, “Brother is so bad, always sneaking tastes.”

“No worries,” Song Tan consoled him,

“We planned to give him a bottle when he comes home. Now, you just keep track of what he sneaks. When Brother comes home, deduct what he took.”

“Subtract a spoonful for every bite he stole.”

In the spring breeze, Qiaoqiao’s laughter was loud and clear.

Afterward, Qiaoqiao looked at Daxiong in his hand with concern, “Sister, why is Daxiong still so fat? If this keeps up, what will we do if he can’t fly anymore?”

Song Tan felt a bit guilty.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she had found him too cute at the beginning and accidentally gave him too much Spiritual Energy…

Cough.

But Qiaoqiao clearly didn’t need an answer right away, as he was already picking another handful of Milk Vetch and offering it to the chubby bee, watching it clumsily climb on. Only then did he start laughing:

“It’s okay if he can’t fly. Daxiong is my good buddy; I’ll take care of him.”

Zhao Lei suddenly understood from the screen: This boy… probably had some kind of cognitive disability.

Everything he said was childlike, and all his actions were purely child-hearted.

He suddenly laughed, feeling world-weary: After all, which adult burdened with the pressures of life could have such pure eyes?

To this day, he was still shaken by the close-up smile from the earlier glance back.

“Come on, Qiaoqiao,” the girl whose face couldn’t be seen said, “These two baskets are full. Help sister carry them back. I’ll bring more baskets later.”

“Okay.”

The hand stopped its patting of the bee’s backside, and then the sound of leaves rubbing together grew as he seemed to stand up, taking strides towards something ahead.

The camera’s angle was limited and could only show baskets full of Milk Vetch flowers interwoven with pink and green, heavily piled up, moving slowly away with the boy’s footsteps.

And it was at this moment that the voice of an elder rang out in the fields:

“Tantan, those chives you planted in the corner up in the upper fields look pretty good. You can start eating them in a couple of days. Their leaves are fat and thick, really nice!”

“Really?”

The girl’s voice, full of surprise, came through followed by a prompt response, “I’ll go cut them in a while. Eating chives in March and April, when all things come to life, replenishes yang energy, it’s just the right season!”

The elder chuckled, “Yes, chives are very good for you. Cut some and make dumplings. We’ve got so many people at home lately; we’ll eat a lot in one go.”

“The chive roots left are too dense. I’ve looked them over, and after you’ve plowed the field, you’ll need to spread them out as soon as possible. You could plant several rows.”

Chive dumplings…

Zhao Lei watched silently and then reached out to tap the follow button above.

He noticed that there were already over seventeen hundred people in the live broadcast, but the comment section was spotlessly clean, as if no one was watching at all.

But when he hit the follow button, the live room suddenly popped up with—

[Congratulations! You are the 999th follower. Come and witness the host’s growth firsthand!]

Wow!

Zhao Lei felt a sense of unexpected pride. He thought to himself, the live content I’ve set my eyes on certainly has the ability to draw people in. With seventeen hundred viewers, 999 have hit the follow button. What kind of magic power is this?

You see, the number of views on live streaming platforms can be inflated. One click counts as one view, and if the same account clicks a hundred and eighty times, it could count as a hundred and eighty views.

Updat𝓮d from freewēbnoveℓ.com.

So what does this current data represent?

It represents that among those who watched, only a very small portion left, and everyone followed.

Meanwhile, Song Tan out in the fields had long forgotten about this matter and was now pondering—

Should I have chive, glass noodle, and egg dumplings for dinner, or chive and youtiao filling, or maybe chive pockets?

While thinking, she didn’t forget to reply to Old Man Li’s suggestion.

“Grandpa Li, you make a good point, I’ll get on it in a couple of days. By then, I’ll have to plant chives in half of that field. The vegetables are selling well this year, so I plan to plant more.”

But seeds need to be sown soon, otherwise those chive roots won’t be enough.

As for Song Tan’s selling of vegetables, Old Man Li was not uninformed at all. He even knew the prices!

However, he kept tight-lipped and told no one, choosing instead to work on the Milk Vetch in the fields meant for the cows and not venture elsewhere easily, lest he disturb someone’s chance to earn money.

Now he nodded, “The vegetables in the city sell for a high price. You asked me to clear out two pieces of land for growing vegetable seedlings, and after Qingming, I’ll remove the straw covering them.”

“You can see how well they’re growing now! Once the soil is ready, it’ll be time to sow the seeds, and then I’ll help transplant the seedlings.”

“Then I’ll need to go to the bamboo grove nearby and cut some bamboo to construct trellises for the cowpeas, cucumbers, bitter melons, loofah, and such… ”

“And the rice seedlings—they’re growing really well! Your family’s rice this year will definitely be fragrant.”

“That’s right.”

On this matter, Song Tan wasn’t the least bit modest:

“After all the effort we’ve put in, if we can’t make some money, my parents’ retirement funds will soon be all gone.”

In the countryside, being able to cry poor is paramount. Otherwise, with relatives far and wide coming over today to borrow some money, and others picking a few vegetables from the fields tomorrow… what can you say?

It’s better to set it straight from the beginning: this is for sale.

For anything that will be sold, those who are somewhat reasonable will be much more cautious.

Like Old Man Li, for example.

As for those who are unreasonable, naturally, there are ways to deal with them, too.