Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 88 - : 88. Please get it right! _1
Chapter 88: 88. Please get it right! _1
The topic wandered off as we chatted.
After people left, Song Tan did some calculations before saying to Wu Lan, “Mom, talk to the aunts tonight and ask for some help sorting through the tea leaves after dinner. I need to bring over seven pounds tomorrow.”
Five pounds for Yun City, one for the bureau, and another pound for those poor masters.
Oh, that’s not right.
Song Tan also remembered someone else.
“Let’s pack an extra three pounds. I’m going to send it to Imperial City.”
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“And give Grandpa one pound for his drinking, don’t mention the price. When he’s finished it, we can give him more. It’s the same for my dad, how can you be reluctant to taste your own produce? Let him drink as much as he wants, as long as he doesn’t give it away.”
After all, you can’t eat tea leaves as a meal, so how much can you actually drink in a year?
Wu Lan predictably fell back into old habits, feeling a wrench in her heart as soon as she heard that their own family would be drinking the tea.
According to their custom, the best products should be sold, and only the blemished would be left for family consumption. But this matter also involved the children’s grandfather, so what could she do?
All she could do was compromise, “Leave half a pound of the spring tea for your dad and let him drink the summer tea for the rest.”
The price of summer tea nosedives compared to spring tea; it hurt Wu Lan less relatively.
Song Tan helplessly replied, “Mom, given the quality of our tea this year, the summer tea will have a stronger bitterness, and some people might prefer this particular kind.”
Therefore, she never intended to sell it cheaply.
Wu Lan’s heart ached again, but then she thought about it and her face instantly brightened,
“Ah! That’s ten pounds sold!”
Her mind started calculating fast: even including additional expenses, such as a 3000-yuan dog or the like, if you put together their old couple’s money with Tantan’s, they have already broken even with 120,000 by now!
Aiyoyo, it’s only been a month! Who knew that farming could make money so fast before?
Song Tan: …
Those three pounds for Imperial City were not for sale.
The receiver didn’t want repayment and even was reluctant to disclose, so naturally, you couldn’t talk about money. You were just sending the best from home for them to taste.
Speaking of which, Song Tan also felt somewhat wistful: Hopefully, the Spiritual Energy would help his wounds heal.
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Wu Lan went into the kitchen to cook a simple meal, not feeling tired in the least with a smile on her face.
There was no alternative, with a son who was unreliable and a daughter whose cooking skills could barely manage to make food edible. To avoid letting the children waste their own products, she had to take on more labor herself.
Just then, Song Sancheng arrived, carrying a hoe on his shoulder.
Trailing behind him, with a listless air, was Zhang Yanping.
After a morning’s absence, his brand-logo-adorned hoodie was now caked with mud, sweat, and filth beyond recognition.
That morning, Song Sancheng had warned him about the heavy dew on the mountain and had found him a pair of old rubber shoes to wear, but he had refused.
Now, his equally big-brand sneakers were so laden with wet mud they were as heavy as gold, hardly recognizable as the same pair.
Qiaoqiao greeted him immediately, “Brother, Dad said you worked hard today, so you get bubble gum!”
Zhang Yanping almost snatched the piece of chewing gum viciously, then stuffed it into his mouth. The low-quality fragrance overwhelmed his senses so much that it took a moment for him to realize what he had just agreed to—
Sure enough, he saw Song Sancheng looking at him with admiration, “Yanping did well! I thought you were too weak to work this morning, and I figured you wouldn’t be able to do anything this afternoon either?”
“But you showed some perseverance—okay, this afternoon I’m going to fix a den for some dogs, you can give me a hand.”
Zhang Yanping just wanted to slide his legs out and lie down straight off the stool.
He couldn’t do it anymore, he really couldn’t do it anymore.
He stretched out his hands and saw two crystal-clear blisters in his delicate palms.
“Tantan, look at me, I’m really not cut out for this! Please let me off.”
Song Tan indeed leaned in to look, then grabbed his wrist firmly, “Mom, get a needle! Let’s pop them!”
Zhang Yanping immediately started making a fuss.
And when he was holding his blistered hands, feeling sorry for himself, he heard Song Sancheng say, “Tantan, I looked around the Chestnut Forest on the hill behind and the vegetable garden nearby this morning, and I found a good spot. What kind of doghouse do you want to build?”
Song Tan thought about it, “Well for the dogs, they don’t need a fancy type of house, just something they can use for many years—Dad, just make sure it’s sturdy. Like for Da Wang, maybe lay some bricks and cement, and put a floor in the doghouse.”
Song Sancheng considered, “Okay, I asked grandpa and he said we have some old blue bricks, which are perfect for flooring. I’ll see who has some cement and red bricks in our village and get some to construct their kennel.”
“Just lay the old tiles on top.”
“Later, you can stuff in your unwanted clothes or some straw. Change it every month and it’s both clean and warm.”
Having said that, he couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself:
“The spot I chose is excellent, shaded in summer and sunny in winter. I guarantee they’ll live more comfortably than people!”
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Qiaoqiao’s eyes widened, “Can I sleep with Da Wang then?”
Sleeping with Da Wang wasn’t a problem; the fellow was slick and well-cared for, even cleaner than people.
After all, country children are resilient, playing with insects and mud from a young age; they’re not so delicate.
But the issue was—
“No, the blue brick floor is too cold and damp.”
Wu Lan flatly refused.
Seeing Qiaoqiao’s face fall, Song Tan then pointed to Sanbao, who was fussing around a few large dogs:
“Qiaoqiao, you always remember Da Wang, but that’ll hurt their feelings. And what about these little treasures that you brought back? Aren’t you going to take good care of them?”
Qiaoqiao indeed found himself in a dilemma—the imperial mindset. Da Wang gave him a sense of security, but Qibao each had their own charm. Who should he take care of first?
How could he care for them without making the other dogs feel sad?
For a while, this complex question occupied his young mind, and he could no longer bother with anything else.
However, the work was not yet done.
Farm work is just like that, with new tasks every day.
“Dad, about tilling the fields, could you contact that person? The Milk Vetch field at the very top, which is flowering, all needs to be plowed.”
Song Sancheng was a bit troubled, “For that patch of field, it’s just a few hours of work if he brings his machine over, and paying a day’s wages isn’t worth it—five hundred! Offer less and he might not bother coming over…”
After all, he’d still have to ride the tricycle to transport the machine over.
Wu Lan glared at him, “You’re really getting senile, for rough tillage the Milk Vetch is fine, but Tantan is planning to plant vegetables there, we still need to plow again, finely till it. After a whole day of time-consuming work, it’s tough.”
Zhang Yanping listened and was confused, “Are machines that expensive? Can’t we buy one ourselves? Five hundred yuan for labor seems too expensive!”
Song Sancheng shook his head, “Five hundred yuan covers labor, machine, and fuel cost. We don’t need to worry about a thing, just tell them how we want it done.”
“Buying one ourselves isn’t expensive, but firstly, those things always break down and we don’t know how to fix them. Secondly, there’s only a few of us at home, who has the time to till the fields now? Sitting on top and chugging through the fields for a whole day isn’t easy work.”
Zhang Yanping immediately backed off, “Better to hire, definitely better to hire!”
