Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 164 - . Tricycle and Drivers License_1
Chapter 164: 164. Tricycle and Driver’s License_1
Chapter 164: 164. Tricycle and Driver’s License_1
After an ample meal and plenty of drink, the group felt content and satiated.
In the valuable farming season of spring, people didn’t have the habit of taking a midday rest, and Wu Lan, having finished her meal and discarded her bowl, hurried back up the mountain to pick tea.
Already brimming with enthusiasm, and knowing that Song Tan’s customer had placed an order for another ten jin of tea, she grew even more convinced of the market for tea leaves. Daily trips to the mountain to pick tea felt like gathering gold—no amount of work seemed too tiring!
Not to mention that up on the mountain, a bunch of women from the village would chat and laugh together; their loud voices could be heard over several hills. Gossip travelled so fast it was as if there were no secrets left in the village.
After eating, Song Sancheng couldn’t sit still and went for a stroll around the fields. He was reassured to see the vegetable seedlings growing strong and the seeds he’d sown sprouting dense tender green shoots.
It wasn’t the old oxen, who had finished plowing the fields, that were the weariest in these plots of land; it was Dabao and Erbao who were constantly running around.
It wasn’t for anything else but to chase away those pesky magpies and sparrows that came to steal from the fields, relying entirely on the two of them for protection!
Old Man Li glanced over the rice fields, then asked, “Are we planting rice seedlings tomorrow? If we are, I’ll come over first thing in the morning.”
It was about time indeed; the seedlings were lush and robust, a very reassuring sight!
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“We are!”
Song Sancheng replied without hesitation, “You don’t need to work; we have enough hands in our family.”
Only these two plots, together barely more than two acres, had been manageable even back when Song Tan was a child and they still farmed; a single strong worker putting in some effort could have planted the seedlings for both fields in one day.
But these days, people had become lazy and out of practice with farm work, so planting required the whole family to pitch in.
Old Man Li chuckled and said, “Such a small area, and you’re worried it might tire me out? Together we’d finish quickly.”
“Alright then.”
Considering the size, for those used to farm work, it wasn’t too taxing. Old Man Li insisted; having the skills of a seasoned farmer, Sancheng happily agreed.
Lastly, he didn’t forget to extend an invitation, “Then come have lunch at my place tomorrow. You haven’t tasted my cousin’s cooking in many years, have you?”
“I’ll be there!” Old Man Li replied without hesitation:
“Just the other day, I dreamt he cooked me a dish of garlic shoots and twice-cooked pork. Oh my, the aroma was so enticing, I ate two bowls in one sitting!”
“Now, I can’t manage that much. I’m old; my appetite has waned. I can only get through about half a bowl at a time now. I just can’t eat as much as I used to.”
Speaking of which, Old Man Li smiled contentedly, “But I must say, your family treats me well and trusts this old man with the rice field—I won’t lie to you, ever since I’ve been overseeing these two fields for Tantan this year, I’ve felt energized enough to eat a whole bowl of rice at a meal. My spirits have certainly lifted.”
If Song Tan were to explain it, there was a definite reason!
Back then, infusing Milk Vetch with Spiritual Energy only allowed people to absorb a little, but it wasn’t without benefits.
Besides, Old Man Li’s cattle consumed a lot of Milk Vetch, and he himself hadn’t eaten just a little of it.
All these were subtle influences.
But, if Song Sancheng were to offer his perspective, being a man of rural conviction that everyone believed in, it would be—
“Certainly, it’s because you weren’t active before. We rural folks can’t afford to be idle; once you’re idle, the body tends to feel uneasy. It’s better to stay busy with work.”
“That’s absolutely true.”
Indeed, Old Man Li agreed wholeheartedly, and the two men stood on the field ridges, chatting back and forth with great fervor.
By the time Sancheng returned home, it was already mid-afternoon.
The sun shone warm and tender, making one’s body feel toasty and supple.
In the courtyard, five recliner chairs were lined up, and Seventh Uncle and Seventh Grandma sat there, along with Qiaoqiao, Tantan, and Yanping, each in their seat.
The three youngsters each held a little pup in their arms, and it was hard to tell if the dogs were sleeping soundly or the people were basking in comfort.
Heard by the movement, Song Tan lifted the straw hat off her face, “Dad, there’s no more work to be done. You should rest too.”
As for Mrs. Wu Lan, who was still toiling away in the tea fields… well, there was nothing to be done about it. The stubbornness of a mother, no one in the family could contend with it.
Song Sancheng, however, wasn’t the type to sit idle. He had straightened up the storeroom and, looking at the small box that had held the bear bees before, suddenly realized:
“Tantan, shouldn’t these bear bees have hatched by now?”
Qiaoqiao raised her hand:
“Some have. 20 hatched and now they can all fly and gather pollen.”
But Daxiong was truly useless, and so was his family. The pollen they gathered each day was only enough to feed themselves, effectively hatching a bunch of good-for-nothings.
Daxiong himself, the actual bear, even had difficulty taking to the skies and had to rely on the children with pollen baskets hanging from their legs to bring back food for him.
Song Tan also muttered, “As a queen bee, Daxiong’s primary task is to reproduce. But instead, after her own children hatched, she couldn’t even be bothered to feed them.”
And now that they had finally matured, she wasn’t producing any more. She just spent her days eating and drinking with her twenty-something bear bees.
Working hard?
Very hard. Busy from morning till night.
Did they gather nectar?
They did, but not completely, because it was only enough to fill their own bellies, with not a bit left over.
Truly, it was like raising a bunch of wastrels.
However worthless they might be, these were still Qiaoqiao’s little darlings.
This very morning, he had even made a special trip to place Daxiong on a magnolia tree in front of a house in the village. The magnolia blossoms were at their peak, their fragrance nearly intoxicating.
The petals were large and so were the pollen grains, just the right size for Daxiong — he’d pick her up in the evening, at least to allow her to have her fill.
It was truly a labor of love.
Song Sancheng, being a rough-hewn country man, didn’t quite grasp the unreliability of Daxiong or the indulgence of the kids. Instead, he was contemplating another matter:
“Tantan, should we buy a small tricycle?”
“Uncle Zhang up in the mountains, he struggles every day hauling manure and leaves. If he had an electric tricycle, he could ride it on the small paths and easily transport stuff.”
It could even go into the mountains.
This point actually gave it an edge over Song Tan’s pickup.
But speaking of electric tricycles, she suddenly remembered something:
“Dad, you told mom before about learning to drive; now that you’re not busy, isn’t it time to take the first subject test and continue learning?”
Song Sancheng: …
How to put this?
He had simulated the written test several times and hadn’t once scored above eighty-five, a cruel fate for a middle-aged man!
So much so that Song Sancheng was ashamed to even speak of it.
He hummed and hawed awkwardly, “Isn’t it that, isn’t it that there’s work at home? I’m too busy.”
Song Tan didn’t buy it for a second: “Dad, the vegetables haven’t started growing yet, and the peach trees haven’t blossomed. Now is the perfect time to have some free time.”
She was willing to buy the electric tricycle, and it didn’t matter to her whether her dad or Uncle Zhang used it, but what about their driving licenses?
Song Sancheng: …
Song Sancheng chose to take another walk up the mountain instead.
