Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 174 - Other income_1
Chapter 174: Other income_1
Chapter 174: Other income_1
Setting up the fish trap was a new event, and Zhang Yanping and Qiaoqiao immediately wanted to follow, but Seventh Uncle slapped the cutting board:
“Qiaoqiao, it’s time to do the chores.”
Qiaoqiao stood there stunned, then looked at Seventh Uncle, at Song Sancheng, and finally in the direction where Song Tan was heading, his expression becoming somewhat anxious.
He had fair skin and pure eyes; at this moment, with a pitiful look, Song Youde couldn’t help but cough and subconsciously reached for his tobacco pipe, ready to say something.
But Seventh Uncle urged him again, “Hurry up and tidy up these white fungus, hang them out to dry.”
“I was thinking…”
Qiaoqiao was still reluctant.
Seventh Uncle, however, glared at him: “Isn’t your job to follow me?”
But checking the fish trap seemed so interesting!
Qiaoqiao wanted to speak, but Seventh Uncle’s expression turned stern, completely different from his usual smiling, cooking demeanor.
At that moment, the courtyard fell silent.
He pursed his lips and sat back down on the stool, looking aggrieved.
Only then did Seventh Uncle nod approvingly, “If you want to learn skills, you need to be clever, but being steadfast is even more important.”
Qiaoqiao didn’t understand, but Song Youde and Song Sancheng did.
Though the family didn’t depend on Qiaoqiao to take on big tasks or businesses—possibly because he couldn’t rather than he wouldn’t—these were two different things.
Even if Song Youde pitied his grandson, he knew that this could temper Qiaoqiao’s nature. He was pampered by everyone every day at home and, although sometimes scolded or beaten, it was all light and transient.
Now, with a proper master, it was time to get serious.
And to Song Sancheng, Qiaoqiao’s father who stood to the side, this was not a problem at all.
To think, when he was younger, he had to work earnestly for several years under someone else just to learn a craft. Even a few decades earlier, one would have had to kneel and kowtow! Without serving for ten or eight years, the masters wouldn’t teach their skills.
The child was fortunate to be born in better times. He witnessed Seventh Uncle’s teaching methods. Now Qiaoqiao could speak knowledgeably about wild herbs and vegetables. He wouldn’t be ungrateful for that and blindly coddle him.
Thus, only Qiaoqiao’s injured world came to pass.
Meanwhile, Song Tan, carrying two fish traps and accompanied by Zhang Yanping, couldn’t wait to reach the pond near their own bamboo grove.
Here, the aquatic plants thrived, and she casually pulled up a large pile of water hyacinths onto the shoreline and found the right spot to gradually set down the fish trap.
“With the bait inside, will the fish really know where to enter? Once in, can they truly not escape?”
Curious baby Zhang Yanping sized up what seemed to be an ordinary long net cage.
“Don’t worry, they can’t get out.”
This method, not particular about positioning, was really not technologically demanding. One could master it after doing it a few times.
“Then you’re just putting it beside the pond, aren’t you afraid someone will take it?”
“No, they won’t.”
Song Tan secured the rope of the fish trap with stones, and then looked up: “This pond is ours, and in the past, people had to say something before taking anything. Now, I’ve seen we’re preparing for a big push in the village; the villagers follow the rules, they naturally wouldn’t touch it.”
“I just don’t believe no one will break the rules.”
Sure, there were always some.
Song Tan, without even lifting her head, said, “Loafers and thieves who’d rather steal chickens and dogs than work can be found anywhere. But the thing is, we’re not advertising it now. Who would scour the pond every day?”
Zhang Yanping uttered an “Oh” in response, still trying to figure out the village—a place that sometimes seemed to lack rules yet somehow observed them inexplicably.
Yet he asked again, “Then why are you stuffing foam in there?”
“I need to make the fish trap float up a bit, otherwise I’m afraid there won’t be enough oxygen if too many things get in.”
Fish and shrimp were okay, but she was mainly concerned about eels getting suffocated.
“So when will this thing be ready to collect?”
“It’s hard to say, sometimes it’s a couple of weeks, sometimes just one night, but we might be able to fetch them tonight.”
After all, no one had touched our pond for so many years, and now a big chunk of meat imbued with Spiritual Energy was introduced. The fish and shrimp had to compete to get into the trap, so there was no way it wouldn’t be full by nightfall.
“Then I’ll come fetch them in the middle of the night!” Zhang Yanping instantly became spirited.
“Forget it,” Song Tan stopped him.
He was supposed to cultivate at night, and Zhang Yanping, this night owl, was already troublesome enough. Letting him run out in the pitch-darkness…
“There are lots of water snakes by the pond.”
Zhang Yanping immediately changed his mind, “Then I’ll come fetch them tomorrow morning.”
While they were talking, two traps had already been set up in the corner of the pond. Song Tan then grabbed a long vine and tied up the pile of water hyacinth he had gathered, holding a bundle in each hand. He casually asked:
“Brother Yanping, you know a lot of people. Do you know anyone willing to come to my house to tutor Qiaoqiao?”
Tutor Qiaoqiao?
Zhang Yanping got it, “Then just hire a kindergarten teacher. But… in this poor and remote place…”
In the end, it all came back to the same problem.
Song Tan thought for a moment, “The documents for the family farm have come through. I can use this to apply for an online store with a corporate account and sales on various platforms.”
“Do you think if I used the farm’s name to recruit, people would be willing?”
In the end, Song Tan was confident in the salary he could offer and the local food of the countryside.
But for job seekers, especially for the teacher Qiaoqiao needed, who required patience and attention to detail, just like Zhang Yanping said, a good kindergarten teacher would do.
Mostly female, they would be concerned mainly about two things: prospects and safety. Those were the top priorities.
She couldn’t guarantee the prospects, but recruiting in the name of a legitimate farm would significantly enhance the perception of safety.
“It should be possible…”
Zhang Yanping was himself a slacker; how could he understand the mentality of job seekers nowadays?
Anyway, try casting the net wide and see: “Give it a try.”
Song Tan: …
So, given Zhang Yanping’s attitude, how could three of him match up to one Zhuge Liang?
But the cobbler clearly had more questions:
“Tantan, what are you planning to sell next?”
Song Tan thought about it; there really wasn’t much to sell at the moment—
“In half a month, I’ll sell the little bok choy in the ground; it should be ripe by then.”
“So you mean there’s no income for this half month?”
Indeed.
There were still some tea leaves and honey in stock at home that could be sold online, but regular customers hadn’t come around yet, and it was currently the off-season.
Zhang Yanping thought for a moment, “How about we come up with something to generate income? Tantan, if I’ve got a method, will you give me a cut?”
He had recently been spending a lot on gaming, splurging 648 a pop, and the little money he’d stashed away was running out.
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Song Tan was indeed curious; nearly everything sellable from the sprawling wilderness had been sold off, and what remained wasn’t substantial—
“What’s your idea?”
Zhang Yanping smiled openly, “I’m planning to go fishing and holler a bit, invite people to our pond to fish. Fishing is free, but the meal costs extra.”
Basically, setting up a fishing-themed country getaway.
“When the time comes, can I split the profits with Seventh Uncle who will be cooking?”
Well, great, using our farm pond for your customers to fish and even employing our chef!
