Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1035 - 1015. Vegetables in the village

Chapter 1035: 1015. Vegetables in the village

The grandparents are as good as their word. They said they’d arrive around four or five in the afternoon, but by three-thirty, they were already in Yun City.

Secretary Xiaozu sighed helplessly and went to check the dormitory once more.

The dormitory had already been prepared earlier, with sheets and bedding tidily arranged. Although countryside houses were a bit chilly, the rooms had air conditioning. Plus, the Song Family had a large room with a fire stove, and the living room had heating. When it came to actually living there, Secretary Xiaozu felt it was quite comfortable.

Now the discussion shifted to meal costs.

The accommodation fee had been agreed upon earlier—one thousand a month. Wu Lan then said, "That’s your grandfather; he’s not an outsider. We already discussed the accommodation fee; let’s just waive the meal costs since they’ll be eating at the canteen."

In summer, plenty of people had sent over good wine and cigarettes as gifts.

"No way," Secretary Xiaozu objected. "Let’s keep things separate. My grandfather is coming with ten people! If we don’t count the costs, you’ll be at a huge loss."

A canteen on the mountain doesn’t operate without any expenses to cook food!

Wu Lan felt a bit embarrassed at this point and said, "But a house in our village doesn’t even rent for a thousand a month."

Secretary Xiaozu chuckled, "Auntie, next year, don’t overstretch yourself worrying about family matters. Take Qiaoqiao on a trip; take a little break! Do you know how much those fancy homestays cost outside? Just one night can easily cost two or three hundred!"

"Once you’ve seen enough, you’ll understand—this kind of money doesn’t seem like much to people who travel regularly."

"Not to mention, in the summer, those people who come fishing pay three thousand yuan per month for room and board, and they’re staying in staff dorms!"

Even so, Wu Lan still felt awkward. "But the people who come fishing eat so much... And these are all elderly folk you’re talking about... How about this: You all stay first."

She did some calculations. "Isn’t it five rooms for your grandpa? Plus, one room for you, right? Anyway, you won’t be staying for a full month. For just ten days or half a month, let’s make it one thousand per room."

Secretary Xiaozu felt helpless—there was no way to sort accounts clearly with Wu Lan. She simply transferred the money directly to Song Tan:

[Meal costs: 100 per person per day. Accommodation fee: 5000. Don’t send it back; it’s troublesome.]

Song Tan, who was chatting with Seventh Uncle, looked at her phone: ...

She decisively accepted the payment and replied: [Alright, I’ll also bring two pounds of tobacco leaves for your grandpa. Got the payment—let my mom know.]

Only then did Secretary Xiaozu look satisfied. "Reciprocity is what makes relationships last!"

Seventh Uncle, noticing that Song Tan wasn’t responding, felt a bit awkward and said, "Tantan, remember what I promised your aunt? You take care of us in old age, and I’ll give you the house... But now they want to buy the house, and my granddaughter is coming here for school and will need a place to stay. Maybe you can go into the urban area and look at another property later?"

He assured her, "I have the money."

Song Tan sighed, "I’ve told you from the beginning—none of us are interested in that house. Who’s going to live there? If I’d wanted to buy a house, I would’ve done it already."

"Seventh Uncle, tomorrow you should go to the city and get the agreement notarized. Brother Yanping already has a house to fall back on, and your son has the homestead and new house to rely on. Both sides won’t lose out no matter what."

If Seventh Uncle and his family passed away and later his son regretted it and demanded the village house, it wouldn’t matter much.

There were plenty of empty houses on Song Tan Mountain; it wasn’t like they’d run out of places to live there.

As Song Tan spoke, she muttered, "I’ve said before—just give them each a single room dormitory; it was Teacher Xin who asked for it in the first place, so how come we’re back to discussing buying houses now..."

Seventh Uncle sighed in relief and chuckled, "You don’t understand. They’re living here comfortably, but ultimately, it’s your place. If they start dating someone down the line, it’ll feel awkward for their partner. Having their own place gives them peace of mind."

"And besides, if our family applies for a homestead, at least we’ll have an independent courtyard. That’s different from your dormitory. Otherwise, why would they bother coming to me? Wouldn’t it be more straightforward to negotiate with you instead?"

Song Tan exhaled deeply—she understood the logic, but for now, there was no other way.

Looking around the village, there really wasn’t a family more dependable than Seventh Uncle’s.

Still, Seventh Uncle seemed insistent about this retirement matter. "You should really go look at a property..."

Song Tan furrowed her brows, "Just stop worrying already! Back then you said the house was only mine because I’d take care of your retirement. Now you’re the one cooking and taking care of us—why act like you’re the one who owes me something?"

"Also, don’t stress about no one looking after you in old age. Qiaoqiao’s growing up so well now. Even if we don’t act responsibly, he will take care of things!"

She tried to comfort the elderly couple, saying, "Don’t worry, it’ll be fine!"

Seventh Uncle and Seventh Grandma sighed, then suddenly leaned in closer and whispered, "When you have time one of these days, take Qiaoqiao to the town and get a bank card. Transfer two thousand of my monthly pension into that card... This is savings for Qiaoqiao, so don’t touch it!"

"The two of us both have medical insurance, retirement benefits, and savings. When we get old, we won’t need much money anyway."

Song Tan: ...

What a beautifully thought-out plan; let’s just forget this idea next time!

Afraid that she might neglect Qiaoqiao after starting her own family... Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time: "Alright! Fine, we’ll do that!"

Watching the elderly couple happily head back to the kitchen to make dinner, Song Tan finally let out a deep sigh of relief—what a hassle! She never wanted to deal with this sort of thing again.

In the end, the ever-reliable Secretary Xiaozu had to come to the rescue!

At this moment, Secretary Xiaozu turned to her and said, "Song Tan, my grandparents will arrive in half an hour."

"Alright, my mom’s prepared some good tea... It’s already evening though; will drinking tea be fine for them?"

Secretary Xiaozu: ... Better not.

With the Song Family’s tea, the dregs don’t make much of a difference. But with actual premium tea, they’d be tossing and turning all night.

"Oh, by the way," Secretary Xiaozu remembered something. "I noticed every household in the village is stocking up on radishes and cabbage now. Are the people you contacted before still planning to buy them?"

Song Tan nodded. "Don’t worry, they’ll take as much as we’ve got. But it’d be best if every household sold individually, so there’s a bit of timing difference in the retail market."

She pulled out her phone. "I’ll call Old Zhao first. You’re free now, so why don’t you drop by Auntie Li’s place and ask if they’re willing to sell?"

Radishes and cabbage were particularly dense and heavy. Although everyone didn’t plant that many seedlings at first, once they really started harvesting, the front and back yards of every house would probably each yield several hundred kilos.

Some families had even planted them directly in their vegetable patches. While not many households had gotten involved, the actual yield was no small amount.

Meanwhile, Old Zhao picked up the call. "Radishes and cabbage are ready to start selling? Alright, you name a price; I’ll take one thousand kilos of each to start."

"After two or three days, I’ll keep buying more."

Though Old Zhao was typically stingy and calculating, after cooperating for a while, he’d become impressively easygoing.

So Song Tan was blunt: "I haven’t tasted them yet. I’ll try them tomorrow and then decide on a price. I’ll let you know then, but it should be no lower than five yuan."

Five yuan per kilo for radishes and cabbage—a price that would be considered astronomical in today’s vegetable market. However, Old Zhao had been working with Song Tan for over half a year now. When he heard the price, he felt it was surprisingly reasonable!

If Song Tan hadn’t said the village’s produce couldn’t be sold entirely to him, he might’ve shouted:

"I’ll take it all!"

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