Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 69 - : 69. Secretary Wang’s Little Trick_1

Chapter 69: 69. Secretary Wang’s Little Trick_1

Secretary Wang, with his purchasing power alone, set off a buying frenzy throughout the entire compound, something he truly hadn’t anticipated.

But it wasn’t his fault.

It started with the head chef asking him for contact information, swiftly followed by others inquiring about which vendor the leader had purchased his vegetables from.

If he were to hide that information in a group about buying groceries, wouldn’t that make him too standoffish?

In the end, Secretary Wang gave out his WeChat.

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As for his colleagues in the compound, those who hadn’t tasted the vegetables were jealous, and those who had couldn’t forget the taste. Regardless of whether they had tried them or not, everyone shared the same mentality—

“The leader has bought some, so it’s not excessive for me to follow suit, right?”

“Maybe I’ll even curry some favour?”

Even if the goodwill doesn’t pay off, it probably won’t result in a loss, right?

So, that’s how passionate orders came to be.

However, the compound was tightly secured, ordinary deliveries couldn’t get in, so everyone had to provide their home addresses instead.

Otherwise, Song Tan’s batch of deliveries would have all ended up at one single place. Had she found a freight truck, she could have delivered them all the same day, and it might have been cheaper than the courier!

But before the new batch of vegetables had arrived, the store owner crazily put up another product for sale—a sky-high priced tea at ten thousand per jin!

They from Ning Province didn’t really have any famous local specialties, and compared to well-known national teas, this tea was far inferior.

Despite that, they still dared to sell it at such a high price?

Everyone was watching, yet Secretary Wang’s heart raced at the thought of the leader’s previous comments concerning rural revitalization and related industries…

At this moment, he made up his mind with gritted teeth:

Buy!

Based on the taste of the wild vegetables alone, and the store owner’s forceful tone, Secretary Wang knew that they would not falter on quality!

He was personally promoted by the leader at a young age, sharing the same hobby of tea-drinking in their leisure time.

Now, with the flavor of Milk Vetch in mind, he fantasized about the tea’s fragrance, and five thousand yuan seemed less painful to part with.

Oh no, there’s also the twenty yuan delivery fee.

This stingy boss can’t even offer free shipping for a five-thousand-yuan purchase?!

…

The next morning, when Zhang Yanping was groggily roused from sleep and taken to the field to numbly start picking…ah, picking Milk Vetch flowers, he was completely bewilded.

Yesterday, they had said there was no heavy labor involved, but they never mentioned heading out to the dew-covered fields at the break of dawn!

Yet seeing Song Tan and Qiaoqiao both buried in their work with baskets in hand, and he had already gotten up with his rubber shoes on, what else could he do?

He could only heave a long sigh and begin his first day as a farm laborer.

The early morning forest was serene and hazy, with a faint mist swirling around the front yards, behind the houses, and throughout the rural fields, looking quite different from afar.

The air felt fresh and cool, with a hint of sweetness. As the breeze blew by, in the first plot next to the bamboo forest, Milk Vetch had already burst into bloom, showing off their pinkish-purple petals, clustered like lotuses, exceptionally distinctive and charming.

But Zhang Yanping couldn’t appreciate this beauty in the slightest, all he felt was the continuous bending and the pain in his back!

What was even more infuriating was that after toiling for half the morning, his basket was still not full!

Qiaoqiao’s basket was already filled, and now, she ran over cheerfully to take a look: “Brother, let me help you.”

Even with Zhang Yanping’s thick-skinned face, he was beginning to feel somewhat overwhelmed.

Not to mention Qiaoqiao’s soft whisper:

“Brother, when the little store opens, I’ll go buy you some bubblegum; I have money. Don’t feel bad if you’re not doing well.”

Zhang Yanping: …

If his face could turn any redder, he would have resembled a fully ripened shrimp by now.

Right then, Song Tan asked, “Qiaoqiao, have you thought of names for your three puppies yet?”

Qiaoqiao shook her head.

“No, it’s so hard to think of one, Sister, can you name them?”

“I can’t either,” Song Tan coaxed him, “but the puppies are too young, they don’t understand yet, I’ve decided to go find them some sensible new parents.”

“Can you stay at home today and keep the puppies company? My brother and I will go out and help look for them.”

“Ah?” Qiaoqiao blinked in bewilderment.

“Can’t Qiaoqiao come too?”

“No, you can’t.”

Although Qiaoqiao was obedient and sensible, traveling for a few hours in a car wasn’t enjoyable for him, so it was better to leave him at home this time.

“However, you also have a task at home—you need to go tea-picking with Mom or help Dad take care of the chicks and ducklings today. That way, you can earn your wages.”

The feeling of having money must be nice, or perhaps it was the tea-picking or the chickens and ducks that were appealing…

Qiaoqiao hesitated for just a moment before quickly agreeing.

When the sun rose and everyone brought back the baskets for sorting, Song Tan raised her voice:

“Dad, the milk vetch is blooming in the field, so if the beehives are empty later, don’t worry, just go take a look in the field.”

Song Sancheng was feeding pigs on the back hillside, and his voice, mixed with the grunts and squeals of the piglets, wasn’t very clear.

“What about my Daxiong?”

Hearing the word “bees,” Qiaoqiao eagerly sidled over.

Song Tan thought for a moment, then went to the top of the storeroom shed to take down that box:

“I’m entrusting you with a task. Wait until the dew has evaporated, then take this box to the blooming field.”

“Your Daxiong has gotten too fat from eating, and its wings haven’t moved in a long time; I doubt it can fly. Just be a hard-working porter, let it gather enough pollen and honey in that field to feed its babies, and then come back.”

Some time had passed, and with both sugar water and Spiritual Energy, those bee larvas should be close to metamorphosis.

Bumblebees have big appetites; at this time, they must have pollen and honey, they need to eat their fill.

Zhang Yanping came over and was startled to see a fluffy, chubby creature in the box:

“What’s this? Why is it so fat?”

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Holding the beeswax pot, which was constantly trembling to warm and incubate the bumblebee, at this moment it buzzed, as if protesting against being called fat.

But it was indeed very fat.

Its fuzzy, round body, barely lifted two centimeters off the box by its tiny wings, quickly fell back down with a “plop.”

Zhang Yanping: “Pfft!”

…

Before leaving, Song Tan checked her account.

She had long since spent the original sum of sixty thousand yuan.

Although she had spent part of her parents’ share, there was still more than twenty thousand yuan left in their cards, which Song Tan didn’t plan to touch; it hadn’t been easy for her parents to save that money.

As for her own account, it was just the twenty thousand yuan from selling milk vetch lately, plus the six thousand yuan from yesterday’s tea sales.

She wasn’t planning on picking any special breed of dog, a local mutt would do, and with that, buying Golden Sakura afterward, she would have more than enough from that twenty thousand yuan.

Once she had planned everything, she took out the white papers she brought back, weighed half a pound and an ounce of tea leaves separately, wrapped them in layers of the white paper, and stuffed them into sealed bags.

Zhang Yanping watched with twitching eyelids:

“You should at least add some packaging!”

It would make the buyers a bit more satisfied.

Song Tan was not ignorant of this; it was just that if she started packaging this time, any other time without packaging, customers might become finicky.

So, with the products’ quality being up to standard, it was better to save the trouble wherever possible.

Seeing that Qiaoqiao and Wu Lan had already tidied up the vegetables, she quickly called out, “Brother Yanping, help move the baskets.”