Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 85 - : 85.Guiguisuisui old men_1

Chapter 85: 85.Guiguisuisui old men_1

The night was pitch-black, the stars twinkling brightly above. The village roads, though no longer smooth as they once were, posed no burden for the country folk when it came to night walks.

Song Tan and her brother, with Da Wang in tow, felt an extraordinary tranquility as they moved along. To their surprise, the insects had even started to chirp among the grasses.

Qiaoqiao blew a bubble with a “pop,” as big as a fist!

He turned his head in delight, his crossed eyes fixed on the bubble, cooing for Song Tan to come look. Even Da Wang approached curiously, sniffing it with his nose.

“Pop!”

The bubble burst.

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It left him smearing the sticky remnants on his lips, cheeks, and philtrum, struggling for a while before he spit out the remaining gum in dejection.

Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh out loud!

“By the way, Qiaoqiao,” she suddenly remembered,

“Wasn’t the bubble gum meant for Brother Yanping? Why did you open it first?”

Qiaoqiao spoke with righteous indignation, “Brother doesn’t take his work seriously, so he can’t have much. If he’s faster than me at pulling weeds tomorrow, then he gets rewarded with a piece.”

Song Tan: …

That piece of bubble gum must be exceedingly precious then.

…

Such a piece of bubble gum, Yanping probably hasn’t tasted in twenty years or so.

To think he had studied hard through bitter winters, been one among tens of thousands, graduated from a 211 university… and here he was, all for a piece of bubble gum, working as a farmer in the hills.

Song Sancheng, his uncle, swung the hoe in front, turning the hardened mud into furrows like crumbling biscuits.

Looking back at himself, although he was digging too on the other side, he had barely made a furrow a meter long and was chastised by his uncle for not digging deep enough… while over there, ten meters were already done!

He couldn’t help it and made a video call to his own mother:

“Mom, look at me, look at the work your son is doing now, does it pain your heart?”

But a mother stays true to being a mother. Wu Fang exclaimed with delight, “Oh!”

“Son, sending you to the village was really useful. Look, your skin has whitened, and your dark circles have faded!”

How could that be possible?

Zhang Yanping simply couldn’t believe it.

Although he had done a lot of work during the day and, with little nighttime entertainment, indeed went to bed early and ate well… it still couldn’t change the fact that today was only his third morning since arriving in the countryside.

Zhang Yanping turned the camera to look at himself:

Oh, it was all because his phone was too good, now even video calls had beauty filters.

He said, speechlessly, “Mom, this is the phone’s beauty effect.”

“What beauty effect?” Wu Fang glanced at him, “When you had beauty effects on, the color under your eyes was all different, dark and sallow.”

“No wonder no one in the whole wholesale market wanted to matchmake for you; just look at you, you don’t work, have no prospects, and you even look feeble!”

It was a thorough beating from all directions.

It seemed someone had come to wholesale fruits up ahead, and she quickly grew impatient, admonishing casually, “Son, work hard. I’ll tell your aunt to cook you something delicious. Look at you, you’ve grown…”

“Beep—” The video call ended.

With no recourse, Zhang Yanping turned his head to see his uncle had already diligently plowed a wide stretch of furrow.

Resigned, he picked up his hoe and continued to work alongside.

Glancing at the pile of Golden Sakura by the tree, their well-developed root systems and many long tendrils meant that compared to digging holes, trenching was somewhat easier.

Zhang Yanping thought: If he had known he would have to plant these flower seedlings himself, he definitely would have recommended the kind of net with iron spikes to his cousin!

Looking again at the silent and reserved uncle, who was only busy banging thick branches into the earth as stakes to support the fence with his big hammer…

He looked at the soft flesh on his own arms and legs, thinking: If he had known, he might as well have gone to pull weeds!

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The Milk Vetch was also about time to bloom.

At this moment, several flower fields were already sporting buds on the verge of bursting open.

A few blossoms mixed in with the vegetables were fine to eat, but if too many flowered, the vegetables would become tough, and no longer suitable for sale.

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But this was all within Song Tan’s calculations; she wasn’t flustered and simply picked an extra fifty kilograms that morning.

Once at the vegetable market, the aunties swarmed around her.

All they could hear was Qiaoqiao earnestly saying, “They’ll be gone soon, anyone wanting to pickle vegetables should start getting ready now.”

Oh my!

As the temperature slowly rose, everyone guessed the Milk Vetch wouldn’t last much longer. Upon hearing the news, they weren’t sad but simply asked, “What will you sell next?”

Honestly, having Milk Vetch as the daily greens at home wasn’t exactly tiresome; they just fancied a bit of variety.

Song Tan thought for a moment, “Bok choy grows fast; I’ll sell bok choy after half a month. In the meantime, I’ll sell Milk Vetch for as long as I can.”

As the group who bought Milk Vetch began to disperse, the neighboring vendor looked at his own stand, where his cucumbers and tomatoes were also being bought as an afterthought, and he sighed:

“Lucky for you to have just one variety, otherwise the rest of us in this market would merely serve as a backdrop.”

“How can you say that?”

Song Tan disagreed, “How much can I alone grow? If they can’t get mine, they’ll still have to buy yours, won’t they?”

Heh! This girl.

The vendor thought you might as well not have explained.

But then, around the corner, a few middle-aged men were looking in their direction, gesturing and peeking curiously.

He grew wary, “I recognize that old man at the front; he’s bought your vegetables before. But what about those following him? What are they up to?”

Song Tan glanced over and didn’t recognize them either.

Looking at her now-empty baskets, she said: “Maybe they’re also here to buy vegetables.”

“Oh dear,” she said, half in delight and half in vexation, “I still didn’t bring enough stock today.”

The vendor almost rolled his eyes to the heavens: You bring a few baskets of greens, strangers would think every household runs a ranch!

While they were talking, the few middle-aged men had already sneaked over, furtive and secretive.

“Is this the place?”

“That’s her! She’s got the good stuff aplenty!”

“It’s too expensive…”

“Expensive can’t be helped, once you taste it, you can’t forget it…”

The men stood there, conflicted and suffering, hesitating and mumbling, unable to make up their minds to ask—

After all, a thousand yuan per liang (50 grams) was an astronomical price!

In the end, it was Old Sun who took the lead:

“Miss, do you still sell it?”

Song Tan remembered he was the one who bought the tea leaves yesterday—sure enough, her tea leaves were as valuable as she said!

Look, hadn’t they all come back as a group?

She smiled and said, “I do sell.”

However, before the crowd could get excited, she added, “I don’t sell them individually anymore; selling by the liang won’t do.”

Everyone’s spirits instantly shuddered—a thousand yuan per liang, and ten thousand yuan per jin (500 grams), sounded like a whole different ballgame!

Just mentioning that price scared the daylights out of their retirement savings.