Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 130 - : 130. Twenty thousand yuan pension guarantee_1

Chapter 130: 130. Twenty thousand yuan pension guarantee_1

Song Tan drove Little Pika to deliver the last pile of seedlings and then roared down the mountain. When she came down, she saw the big truck in front take off like a house on fire, the driver not even bothering to signal, just stepping on the gas and leaving.

Wu Lan, who had just turned down from the slope, was startled:

“Hey, why are they leaving? I was thinking about keeping them for a meal, so I came back early to cook.”

On this side, Zhang Yanping leaned on the gate, winking and gesturing:

“Tantan, true to your word, you didn’t let them leave empty-handed!”

The three brothers, well, each got two bottles of honey and a pound of tea leaves, and Zhang Yanping decided to give each another five pounds of bamboo shoots…

This was the best treatment among all the customers!

He was worried Song Tan might not be pleased, so he said in a gentle tone, “They came all the way to deliver the goods, and if we have more cooperation in the future, we’ll be in constant contact…”

Song Tan glanced at him and thought to herself, I’m not that stingy, it’s just that there was no need before.

At this moment, Wu Lan was already all smiles:

“Oh, Yanping! It’s got to be you!”

“How can you say that? Tantan, you just gave them more than a hundred thousand for the goods, and they’ve returned over thirty thousand… With that, we should have enough to pay the workers tomorrow, right?”

Zhang Yanping also perked up: “Then we don’t need to dig the bamboo shoots, right?”

Song Tan thought for a moment and said earnestly, “Better dig some more.”

After all, the Spiritual Energy had stimulated their growth, and it would be a pity not to dig them out, plus there were many more expenses coming up!

Zhang Yanping: …

What could he say?

The bamboo shoots, at twenty yuan a kilo, were already enough to ignite Wu Lan’s enthusiasm. She now took out the hoe and basket: “Come on, it’s not dark yet, let’s hurry to the bamboo forest, we can have dinner later.”

Zhang Yanping, on the verge of tears, said, “Auntie, you should take a break. Tantan will be hiring dozens of people tomorrow, and you’ll have to do the cooking!”

“You take a breather tonight and get the helpers sorted out first.”

Wu Lan glared at Song Tan:

“You’re really like my own daughter!”

“Ever since you came back, the savings haven’t increased, but the work keeps piling up day by day. Your parents may be strong as oxen, but you can’t just overwork them like this!”

Song Tan quickly soothed her: “It’s okay, Mom. You hire a couple of helpers tomorrow, and once I’m done selling the bamboo shoots, I’ll go visit my aunt to see if I can get Seventh Uncle to come back…”

Wu Lan was still complaining: “Hiring helpers costs money, right? The way you’re doing things, I won’t have any time to pick the tea leaves…”

Tea leaves are so valuable!

But Song Tan suddenly realized that since she had come back home, all the expenses had indeed been covered by her, yet her parents didn’t see any of the earnings.

This couldn’t go on.

Her parents were getting older, and not having money in hand would only make them more irritable and insecure.

This wasn’t about being filial or running out of money; it was purely based on years of belief—

When one gets old, they should save more for retirement.

If she were to hand over full financial control, with Wu Lan’s and Song Sancheng’s cautiousness, she could forget about any further expenditures—just save every penny you can.

Song Tan pondered for a bit: “Mom, give me a bank card number. We’ve earned a lot and spent a lot this year, and you and Dad have indeed worked hard—how about this, I’ll give you both twenty thousand a month, save it for yourselves.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Lan grew even angrier!

At that moment, the hoe swung down fiercely and unearthed a chunk of bamboo shoot with a “thud”. Then she glared at her: “What, now you’re going to pay your parents a salary? From now on, if I ask you to do something, will I have to pay you an errand fee?”

Song Tan: …

She knew it.

Not giving them money meant her parents seeing none the entire year, which was unreasonable.

Once the money was given, they felt as if they had become strangers.

She had no choice but to change her approach, “Mom, as you’ve seen, our fields and mountains require a hefty investment, and I spend money carelessly, without a plan.”

“That’s why I give you some money every month, so you can help me save with Qiaoqiao, just in case something happens, we have to rely on you two.”

As soon as she said this, Wu Lan started pondering:

Twenty thousand a month—that’s two or three hundred thousand a year. It takes a lifetime for a couple to save that much by being frugal.

With this money, even if Tantan loses out this year, there would be no need to worry in the future.

Moreover, given the current income status of the family, even if there’s a loss, it’ll be limited.

For them, having this money is also a form of security.

With that thought, oh boy, having a daughter is really heartwarming!

At this moment, her face was filled with smiles:

“Are you really giving it? Twenty thousand a month is no small sum! Can you still afford it now—I do have a postal bank card I hardly use, it only has the eight hundred-odd yuan of agricultural subsidy I get each year. When I get home, I’ll give you the card number.”

You couldn’t deny that swinging the hoe now seemed a lot easier.

Song Tan responded with a smile.

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Zhang Yanping looked on in awe from the side.

For some reason, he felt his sister’s skills in coaxing their parents seemed pretty high-end.

Applying the same scene to his own mother—

Well, better not. His mom would definitely think it’s important to save money, but the root of it all was still about aiming for a civil servant job.

In comparison, urging him to take the civil servant exam didn’t seem like a hard job anymore, and a surge of endless vigor flowed through him, breaking off two bamboo shoots effortlessly.

They kept digging until dusk when the bamboo forest grew too dark to see, and that’s when everyone headed back with their baskets brimming full.

In one afternoon, they had dug up close to four hundred kilograms of bamboo shoots.

Since the Spiritual Energy had stimulated many new shoots, the bamboo forest had more shoots sprouting continuously. Song Tan considered this and while Wu Lan was binding the bamboo shoots in bundles of three to five catty using rubber bands, she said:

“Mom, I think we can sell the bamboo shoots for two more days. Let’s get a couple more people to help dig for the next two days.”

She didn’t have time anymore.

Zhang Yanping was not very efficient at working.

Wu Lan was busy matching weights with the bamboo shoots in her hands—some were freshly dug from the ground, resembling winter shoots, plump and large.

Others were newly grown tender shoots, thin and long. She matched them randomly, as long as she gathered three to five catty in a pile.

The shoots were quite heavy, and the price of twenty yuan per catty was very gratifying, so Wu Lan did not object to hiring extra help:

“Then tell your dad, and we’ll call more people later.”

Tomorrow’s work had to be arranged tonight.

Thinking it over, she added, “Don’t rush to the city tomorrow morning. Go to the town first and buy some more vegetables to bring back.”

“With more people, we’ll need to start preparations early in the morning; we can’t wait for you to buy vegetables in the city and then come back.”

“Alright,” Song Tan agreed readily.

Now that she was familiar with the mountain roads, a half-hour trip to the town and back was no trouble at all.

“So, what vegetables should I buy?”

In this season, well…

Wu Lan thought for a moment, “Just don’t buy garlic sprouts, Chinese lettuce, cabbage, spinach; everything else is fine. Other villagers have these in their vegetable gardens, we can make do with a bit of everything.”