Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1081 - 1061. Don’t rush to kill yet on Laba Day

Chapter 1081: 1061. Don’t rush to kill yet on Laba Day

The sound of dry grass being trampled echoed on the hillside. Da Wang raised its head and saw that Qiaoqiao had arrived, so it quickly trotted over:

"Woof..."

The masculine Da Wang knew how to act cute, especially these days when he heard the lively sounds from the house down the hill. Every time there was always extra delicious food...

What are we having this morning?

It peeked into the bucket in Qiaoqiao’s hand, only to find a plastic bag inside, with a faint aroma of wine wafting from it...

"Woof..." Da Wang took a step back, feeling aggrieved.

A good doggy shouldn’t drink alcohol.

But soon it raised its head again, its hot tongue licking Qiaoqiao’s fingers, feeling that she wasn’t very happy.

Qiaoqiao indeed wasn’t happy.

For most of the time, it was he who fed the pigs on the back mountain. They knew how to enjoy it, and he even had to brush them with a shoe brush every day!

Every time he brushed them, the pigs would lie down contentedly, not to mention how comfortable they were. They trusted Qiaoqiao completely, how could he bear to do it?

But his sister said that they were raising pigs just for the meat, otherwise, they wouldn’t be raising them.

The little boy took a deep breath, standing at the pigsty’s gate, listening to them screeching for food, eventually opened the bag.

...

Meanwhile, at the Song Family, early in the morning, the courtyard was already crowded with people.

There were Master Jiang and his wife from the mountain, the elder Tian Group, and even Yan Ran, Tai Xiaodong, and Qi Lin, who had rushed over overnight.

The three of them had been working as corporate slaves for months, and now their faces were full of fatigue. Early in the morning, they crouched under the porch, eating porridge without any regard for their image, sharing their work experiences filled with tears and sweat.

"This rotten job, can’t stick to it for another day anyway."

Qi Lin’s head was spinning from washing test tubes, clearly, he hadn’t considered this career path before studying this profession. Now, he was numbly drinking porridge, finding solace only in this delicious taste to save his tedious soul.

Yan Ran, who squatted in the countryside base, could even talk for hours with a hen; this place is certainly better!

More people, more lively.

Tai Xiaodong, not to mention before work he thought he could spend his life leisurely with a stable job. After starting work, he discovered that even this stable job wasn’t so easy.

Professor Song, feeling sorry for his students, was placing green onion pancakes into their bowls along with Teacher Tang: "Eat up, eat more. There will be recruitment here next year, if you can’t stand it, just stay."

It’s tough with job competition out there, every job is hard to handle now. If you’re not worried about healthcare and kids’ education, you might as well transition here for a while.

And the pork butchers had already arrived early, each sharpening their knives while instructing the villagers who came to help:

"Hurry up and boil water! Boil a lot of water! The row of stoves by the roadside used for cooking isn’t needed now, so use them for boiling water."

"Who are the ones coming to lend a hand? Later, help hold the pigs down..."

"That’s not necessary." Song Tan leaned in, observing the pork butchers’ bloody rain boots and aprons that couldn’t be thoroughly cleaned:

"I’ve asked Qiaoqiao to bring some rice wine up the hill for the pigs, the strength of it is enough to knock them out later."

The pork butchers didn’t quite understand this reasoning but, as the payers call the shots, they thumbed up in appreciation:

"Alright! You young girls have soft hearts... But this is good, the pigs won’t be scared, and the meat will taste better."

However, helpers are still needed.

"Your pig is pretty hefty, the big white one must be 400 pounds, can’t carry it down the mountain without people!"

No need to worry about that.

There’s a banquet at home in the village, with men, women, old and young totalling twenty-something people coming back from work yesterday, there’s no shortage of hands!

Just pondering who among them has the strength to lend a hand, when Secretary Xiaozu’s grandfather, with a grin, came over:

"Xiaosong, don’t worry about carrying the pig, just look at our own family, strong and sturdy! Definitely have the strength!"

Saying this, he patted the chest of Xiaodu beside him.

"Thump thump", indeed there was strength.

And on the other’s slightly tanned face, there was a trustworthy smile.

Song Tan nodded: "Sure! I’m quite strong myself, I’ll lend a hand too, and we’ll carry the pig down together."

Mr. Yang curiously came over to inquire: "If the pigs are going to be intoxicated anyway, why not let them eat down here? Would save so much hassle. And they wouldn’t be scared when they see people down the hill, right?"

Song Tan shook her head: "They are cunning. Besides, with so many people here, it’s not convenient."

After all, in her eyes, a 400-pound pig was really nothing to worry about, today there was no lack of strong people.

Just as she was saying this, a few ladies from the village came over, shouting warmly from afar: "Wu Lan, we’re here to eat at your big family’s feast today!"

Wu Lan was tidying her apron and immediately responded: "Come, come, just worried you wouldn’t come, got fifteen or sixteen tables today, can’t possibly manage all the dishes by myself."

Turning around, she curiously asked them: "Li Baoni, aren’t you taking a break from your job for a couple of days? Didn’t I hear you just got back yesterday?"

Li Baoni sighed: "Don’t mention it! I’m over the age limit now, and the two factories I found this year weren’t doing well. At busy times, it felt like my feet weren’t touching the ground and I had to run and grab food... Seeing everyone say it’s 180 a day, I gritted my teeth and held on."

"But when the efficiency declined, the salary didn’t count and directly changed to piecework, and no work meant earning just a few dozen bucks a day... Oh dear! Next year I won’t go out with this agency again."

With her together were people from Zhou Shunshui’s family in the village. They just had a grandson this year, and before May, the couple went out, hoping to earn money together!

And what happened?

"Changed four factories in half a year!" Zhou Shunshui’s couple were quite frustrated: "We won’t go out next year, no matter what."

Wu Lan got the gist.

At this point, she half-jokingly invited them: "No worries, come work at my place tomorrow! We have quite a few places covered now, we’ll need people next year!"

She looked earnest: "It’s a bit rough on the mountain, but you can still grow some vegetables for your family in your spare time, and have someone come to collect them, at least it can be some income..."

Tantan said it’d be best if the whole village grew their veggies, collective prosperity or collective loss.

Also, if the whole village thrived, and people had money, wouldn’t more be willing to stay in the countryside moving forward?

The returnee workers were quite tempted, and before they could speak, someone shouted again at the door:

"Oh dear, Wu Lan, your relatives have also come!"

Wu Lan stepped out into the courtyard and saw that it was Aunt Song Hongmei who hadn’t visited for a long time, and her own sister, Wu Fang!

As Wu Fang entered the courtyard, she asked: "Where is Zhang Yanping? It’s so busy today, is he slacking off?"

Zhang Yanping upstairs, editing a live broadcast announcement, sneezed hard!