Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1078 - 1058. Go harvest the vegetables

Chapter 1078: 1058. Go harvest the vegetables

The atmosphere became a bit silent for a moment.

Song Tan’s gaze was so focused that Lun Chuan hesitated, then silently handed over his phone again:

"These are all flowers I’ve grown. The extreme climate in the Imperial City isn’t much different from here. You can take a look at which ones you like, and I’ll think about how to arrange them later."

Song Tan nodded, just about to open the photos when she heard a car horn outside.

She looked up, and sure enough, it was Old Zhao’s big nephew!

She stuffed the phone back into Lun Chuan’s hand and then called out to Qiaoqiao:

"Qiaoqiao, time to gather vegetables!"

She also instructed the big nephew: "Today we’ll probably visit three places. We’ll drive in front to lead the way, just follow us."

Moments later—

Qiaoqiao wore a fluffy hat, wobbling on her bike, while Song Tan, Lun Chuan, Qin Yun, and He Kuang squeezed into a colorful macaron-colored tricycle with constrained postures.

With a fluffy cloud hovering above, everyone crouched in the cart, looking quite reserved.

For Qin Yun, it was the first time sitting in a tricycle like this, so he whipped out his phone and began snapping pictures enthusiastically, even giving Lun Chuan several close-ups:

"Chuan Er, you’ve got a taste of your own medicine today! Always with your highfalutin antics, yet here you are squeezed into a tricycle—"

"What the heck!"

He stared at his phone, his expression gradually turning gloomy: "Everyone’s in a tricycle, but why can you still capture the mood!"

"What is it?"

Curious, Song Tan leaned over, only to see in Qin Yun’s phone that Lun Chuan was looking directly at the camera, with a somewhat nonchalant expression in his light brown pupils.

His creamy turtleneck sweater also appeared in the picture, set against a soft, fluffy cloud, with gentle pastel rainbow railings in the background.

The romantic and pure childlike colors combined with his laid-back gaze, melding two styles into an extraordinarily captivating scene.

Even He Kuang couldn’t help but marvel: "How can someone casually snap photos and still have it look like a magazine spread!"

Song Tan was even more astonished as she looked at Qin Yun: "I never realized your photography skills were this good! Could you take some atmospheric photos when we butcher the pig tomorrow?"

Qin Yun: ...

He scrolled down his album, releasing a long sigh of relief when he saw the various bizarre photos that his wife had once scolded him for.

"I thought I had evolved, but it turns out I’m just the same old me—with lousy photography skills."

He Kuang also looked sullen: "In photography, being strong against strong subjects is pointless. Turning decay into magic is the real skill, isn’t it?"

The next moment, a QR code was handed over.

Song Tan smiled at him: "This photo is really nice. Add me as a friend, so you can send it to me!"

It really was beautiful!

Good looks, good temperament, good taste, good hobbies... Song Tan thought, if someone in the village wanted to find a partner, they shouldn’t look for those who just cut rice.

Just follow this standard!

Qin Yun: ...

He looked at Lun Chuan again and saw him sitting upright, though he also looked a bit helpless.

He Kuang watched silently: ...somehow, even though the open-air tricycle was letting cool wind rush in, the atmosphere between them strangely felt a bit warmer.

The tricycle soon came to a stop.

After the road was repaired, the whole village became much more accessible. Even though the truck driven by Big Nephew couldn’t park right next to the vegetable field, the distance wasn’t too far, making it much more convenient.

Looking at the closed courtyard ahead, Song Tan called out: "Grandma Wang, are you home? I’ve brought people to gather cabbage."

As soon as she finished speaking, a middle-aged man walked out of the main house. His complexion was dark and thin, but his features were familiar, so much so that Qiaoqiao stared for a while before recognizing him:

"Uncle Wu, why do you look even slimmer than in the summer?"

Qiaoqiao asked curiously, "Mom said you went to work out of town... aren’t you working there anymore? Is it far away?"

Small questions came one after another, and the middle-aged man finally smiled as he looked at Qiaoqiao, who seemed unchanged from when he left yet appeared more lively:

"What’s up Song Tan? Need something with my mom? She’s in the inner room making a fire. Her hearing might be a bit poor."

Song Tan thought, This Uncle Wu didn’t look this dark and thin when he was helping out in the fields before.

She quickly spoke up: "Uncle, since you’re back, you must come help when we butcher the pig tomorrow."

Actually, there are already many people helping, but in the village, when inviting guests, people like to say this. Song Tan has learned it too.

Uncle Wu was pleased: "Sure, sure! I’ll definitely be there!"

Meanwhile, Song Tan had already entered the house: "Grandma Wang, is your health better? Did you taste the radishes and cabbages grown from the seedlings you took from my house? Are they good?"

"Not yet!" Grandma Wang finally heard the noise and turned around, beaming when she saw Song Tan: "I haven’t eaten them. The vegetable field over there is a bit far; I haven’t been there for days."

"That’s perfect!" Song Tan said to the big nephew: "This is a boss from the city I found. Their family specializes in selling premium vegetables. The radishes and cabbages grown from my seedlings this year have pretty good quality. Uncle Wu, if you have time, take him to try them. If it works out, these vegetables can all be sold."

Uncle Wu was a bit surprised.

"Tantan, don’t waste your kindness on this. In this poor and remote place of ours, it’s unnecessary to come just to buy radishes and cabbages."

Plus, he and his wife went out for work in the second half of the year, leaving his mother, who was hard of hearing and in poor health, with just a small vegetable patch. Together, they didn’t even have enough for 2,000 pounds of radishes and cabbages...

This was a deliberate move, wasn’t it just a waste of effort?

At the end of the market day, 10 yuan can buy a bunch of them.

But then Song Tan held up her hand: "Five yuan per pound."

This was practically a trump card.

The next moment, Uncle Wu, who had been unwilling, seemed invigorated, his eyes lighting up like searchlights on the big nephew, and he started smiling eagerly:

"Sure, sure, what’s the boss’s surname? I’ll take you to see the vegetables right now—we take such good care of the field that our vegetables always grow well..."

Lun Chuan and the other two stood dumbfounded in the courtyard, watching as they walked away together. He Kuang couldn’t help but sigh:

"It’s not easy to do business these days on either side of the deal!"

But Song Tan laughed: "What are you standing around for? Go get the tools from under the eaves over there. It’s time to get to work."

"Oh, and you can go with them to taste the radishes and cabbages. If you think they’re good, it’s also five yuan per pound. I’ll have Old Zhao set some aside for you."

Qin Yun perked up:

"Sure, sure! These are your signature dishes, right? They’ve never been on your online store before. I’ll buy a hundred pounds of each right now!"

The way he acted, like a proper country magnate!

Song Tan: ...

She quickly clarified: "Not from my family—the seedlings were at most cultivated by my family. We don’t sell vegetables in the winter."