Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1048 - 1028. Grand Military Competition

Chapter 1048: 1028. Grand Military Competition

The courtyard lights were fairly bright, and Song Tan crossed the asphalt road. The large greenhouse downhill was illuminated starkly by the streetlights.

The wind blew, and the plastic film rustled noisily.

She lifted the curtain and saw the fire in the middle of the greenhouse flickering. The entire space was filled with a damp warmth—a mix of earthy soil and vegetable scents. Closest to the entrance, there were cucumbers.

But honestly, the strawberries’ aroma was far more overpowering; you could smell it just standing by the door.

Song Tan immediately abandoned the cucumbers and made her way into the strawberry field inside.

The lights in the greenhouse flickered on, and amidst the lush green leaves, clusters of bright red and pale white strawberries stood out boldly, impossible to hide. They huddled together in groups, as if trying to stay warm, like tiny pitiable creatures.

But... if they’re so pitiable, how can they taste so good?

Song Tan couldn’t understand, so she quickly grabbed a basket from the side and filled it with strawberries in no time.

Then, her gaze fell upon the watermelons nearby. She couldn’t resist giving them a pat—though she still hadn’t mastered the art of picking the perfect melon, she managed to learn the technique for choosing them.

After inspecting the ones with stretched-out patterns and dried stems, she picked three and loaded them into another basket.

Strawberries in her left hand, watermelons in her right... as for the cucumbers—

She decided to abandon them altogether.

Just as she stepped out of the greenhouse, her phone rang. Wu Lan’s voice came through:

"Hurry, hurry, come quickly! These guys are drunk and completely out of control!"

Song Tan froze for a moment, then promptly made her way back to the courtyard.

As soon as she stepped through the gate, she heard a rush of wind overhead, followed by a shadow jumping down. Then came a second one, a third...

Five in total.

After jumping down the wall, they rolled onto the ground—though the wall itself was only 1.5 meters high.

Then they began crawling on the ground like worms—though they were drunk, so calling it crawling was a stretch; it was closer to wobbling and squirming forward.

Meanwhile, at the courtyard’s edge, Lao Zhu and several old men were clapping enthusiastically, while Secretary Xiaozu’s eyes gleamed. The cheers grew louder and louder:

"Bravo! All-army competition—Brother Xiaodu, you’ll definitely win this!"

"Nonsense! Xiaowang is way more agile!"

"Xiaoli’s speed is unmatched—look, he’s already in first place!"

"Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi, put some effort in!"

"Xiaosun, crush them all!"

Song Tan examined the scene carefully. Brother Xiaodu, in first place, was squirming on the ground, while the supposedly speediest Xiaoli had fallen to dead last.

Xiaowang, Mr. Agility, was gritting his teeth, looking like he was locked in a primal jungle fight. As for Xiaoqi and Xiaosun—

Better not even bring them up.

Because after squirming for a bit, the two of them realized they had misplaced their burdens and ran back to the dining area to strap serving trays onto their backs...

The height of true "snails."

Song Tan couldn’t help but notice Secretary Xiaozu’s family must have a military background. Not for nothing; even those serving trays strapped to their backs seemed quite stable...

As for Song Youde and Song Sancheng...

Song Tan peered into the dining area and found the father-son duo holding empty cups, taking turns sipping from them, chattering about some nonsensical old stories, tears streaming down their faces.

As for Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun...

Song Tan glanced over and burst into laughter—those two had whipped out their phones and were recording the fiasco!

One was capturing a wide shot, while the other zoomed in for close-ups.

Excellent work! Now she truly felt her investment in alcohol was worth it.

Nothing else mattered—just the entertainment from tonight could keep them laughing for two years!

As for the freshly picked strawberries and watermelons...

The watermelons could wait, but these strawberries—the drunkards wouldn’t be lucky enough to taste them. Only the sober ones could enjoy them.

But just as the strawberries were being washed, Wu Lan fretted:

"It’s so freezing cold, and they’re all drunk—who’s going to take care of them later?"

She quietly turned her gaze toward the still-sober Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun.

But Song Tan looked at their silly grins and didn’t feel confident at all. She muttered in confusion, "Neither of them usually have great alcohol tolerance. How come, while the others are drunk off a couple of shots, they’re completely fine? Did they even drink?"

"Exactly," Wu Lan agreed, equally puzzled. "They were raising their glasses right alongside everyone—Yanping, Yanping!" She called out loudly:

"Are you drunk?"

Zhang Yanping shouted back enthusiastically, "I’m not drunk!"

The very next moment, he plopped down onto the steps and buried his head, falling asleep.

As for Xin Jun, his face wasn’t red, and his eyes remained clear. He even met Wu Lan’s gaze with a smile, but then began slowly spinning in circles.

—Now the problem fell to Lao Song’s family.

Song Tan started feeling a headache coming on and quickly made a decision: "During the pig-slaughtering feast, any drinkers will be limited to just one shot."

Otherwise, if everyone got drunk, who’d clean up the mess?

Lao Zhu and the others, blissfully unaware of their role in halving the alcohol allowance for the feast, continued gleefully watching the courtyard, their eyes dazed.

Meanwhile, Brother Xiaodu and the others finally stopped their worm-like squirming and were now swaying precariously while standing upright.

Wu Lan was equal parts amused and exasperated:

"You wouldn’t believe it—just after you stepped outside, these guys charged out, shouting that the competition had begun."

"First, they climbed up the building and then jumped off the staircase. My heart is still racing! Then they climbed up the wall and started sprinting along the top..."

"The wall is barely wide enough—I was so scared they’d fall off!"

"But surprisingly, this group of drunkards ran pretty steadily. When they jumped down that short little wall, they even rolled themselves into a ball like pangolins to soften the landing..."

Song Tan burst out laughing. With the tiny one-meter wall they had at home, this bunch could probably leap over it with one hand. But now they had to seriously roll onto the ground for proper landing techniques...

But her joy was quickly replaced with concern:

"So what should we do with this group tonight?"

What should they do?

Song Tan waved her hand decisively: "I’ll drive them up the mountain later."

Judging by their level of drunkenness, they didn’t seem to be the vomiting type. She called over Qiaoqiao: "Later, I’ll load them all into the front of the pickup truck. You hop inside too and make sure they don’t crawl out, okay?"

Qiaoqiao nodded enthusiastically and sighed dramatically, "Alcohol really is terrible for the body... and so embarrassing..."

Song Tan laughed heartily. "Exactly! They lose all sense once they’re drunk, which is why they love drinking. See how none of us ever touch the stuff?"

As she spoke, she lowered the truck’s loading board, climbed onto it, and extended her hand to Qiaoqiao:

"Bring them over."

Thankfully, this gang had a limit to their drunken antics. Now that their booze-fueled frenzy was over, they were willing to be obedient when needed.

Sure enough, Qiaoqiao said she’d bring them over, and soon was leading one towards the truck.

Standing up top, Song Tan bent down slightly, slid her hands under the guy’s armpits, and hoisted him up like pulling a radish from dry soil, depositing him in a corner of the truck bed like a statue.

One by one, two, three, four, very soon, she had stashed ten people inside. Qiaoqiao climbed in afterward and watched as Song Tan fastened the railings shut.

Only Secretary Xiaozu remained. Wu Lan decided to keep her back:

"Doesn’t your upstairs have an empty room? I’ll take her there later. After all, she’s a young woman—being drunk out here isn’t safe."