Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1083 - 1063. Song Dafang’s Anger

Chapter 1083: 1063. Song Dafang’s Anger

The Lao Song’s family was lively and bustling, while in the Yuncheng District, Song Dafang was simmering with frustration at home.

Today is Laba Festival, and his granddaughter Song Ziyi’s kindergarten had an activity, so she had to be sent early in the morning. But the kid insisted on not having breakfast at home, demanding to eat the scallion oil steamed twisted rolls sold outside!

Good gracious, those rolls seemed like they were from some poor mother and child, but who knew they were from a profiteering vendor!

Prices hiked in winter, selling at five yuan each, and they were limited in quantity!

Of course, when Song Dafang rushed over, he couldn’t buy any at all, and vented his anger through harsh words. But the young woman selling the rolls wasn’t mad at all; instead, she smiled widely:

"Uncle, if you really want to eat the rolls, you can make them yourself. I bought these scallions from Old Zhao’s Boutique Vegetables at the market for twenty yuan for three liang!"

Alright, alright, twenty yuan for three liang! Watch me go report you!

Song Dafang was exhausted from his granddaughter’s antics, persisting just by sheer will, and finally found his way to the quiet corner of the market where Old Zhao’s boutique was.

Who would have thought it would be just an old lady tidying up inside, who was quite polite:

"Buying vegetables? The boss is at a pig slaughter feast today, I’m just watching the store... Are you a member? If so, pick up your bag with your name on it."

These radishes and cabbages were in high demand, prioritizing members. With online orders flooding in, the uncle and nephew duo packed through the night.

And the old lady didn’t know much, just responsible for making sure nobody took the wrong items.

As Song Dafang glanced around, he saw the small shop filled tightly with bags on the shelves, crowded and full.

Nearby, there was a scattered basket of radishes and cabbages, adding up to barely 100 catties!

Is the business really this good?!

Song Dafang felt even more indignant inside.

"Damn it, buying vegetables has cliques too! Can’t buy if you’re not a member?"

The old lady lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, her voice flat:

"Radishes are 12.8 yuan a jin, radish leaves are three yuan five, cabbage is 11.8 a jin."

Members get an 80-cent discount.

Even though Song Dafang rarely bought vegetables himself, he knew little bits about prices. At this time of year, radishes at the market could sell for fifty cents a jin? And you want 12.8 yuan here?!

Thinking again about the silly scallion oil roll Ziyi wanted, five yuan each, and the twenty-yuan three-liang scallion, all his morning’s simmering frustration burst out:

"Damn you, you old hag, charging such extortionate prices! Why don’t you go rob someone?!"

The old lady stood up: eyebrows arched sharply:

"You little brat, your aunt here is practically robbing now! Buy or don’t buy!"

She spat on him: "We’re not begging you to buy! Came here to berate me instead... if you can’t part with money, don’t think about eating good stuff!"

As she spoke, she walked towards him.

Song Dafang clenched his fists, and the next moment, his body swayed slightly as three people burst in from outside the shop: "Granny Li, here’s the order screenshot. You record it, and I’ll grab it myself!"

"Mine’s here! Oh, I see Xiao Xue’s!"

"Me, me, me! Li Peng, don’t forget to grab our manager’s share, I’ve stored the screenshot on my phone."

The three dashed around the shelves like critters in a melon patch, squeezing the small shop until it was teeming with people.

Staring at the utterly fearless old lady, Song Dafang’s fury overflowed—

Well, mainly because he was getting old, couldn’t afford to act rashly.

He swallowed his pride and turned to leave. But just as he stepped out, his son’s call came through, urging: "Dad, did you find out? When are the scallion oil rolls being sold tomorrow? Ziyi cried all morning..."

Song Dafang clenched his fists, his face turning shades of green and red, like his feet were filled with lead as he turned back:

"I want to buy scallions."

Scallions?

The old lady looked up at him: "None, go buy from another shop."

Song Dafang’s expression almost turned ferocious: "Damn it, it’s not like I can’t afford it, I want those twenty-yuan three-liang scallions!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The young guy in the store looked over: "How come you, at this age, don’t speak properly? Who are you calling old self?"

"Let me tell you, don’t you dare bully Granny Li while Old Zhao’s attending the pig slaughter feast. We’ve got plenty in the group here!"

Old Zhao already mentioned in the group: he’s not just attending the feast today, he’s also discussing selling fish business—this New Year, who doesn’t want to buy two tasty fish?"

Dare to spoil their business, they’re not just blowing hot air, those Yuncheng Foodie Tian Group!

"Exactly!"

The girl in the store also spoke up boldly.

"Do you not know anything even at your age? Eat seasonal vegetables as they’re in season! Wild veggies and spring bamboo shoots in spring, watermelon and Chinese cabbage in summer... where the heck can you find scallions for sale in this dead of winter? Even we couldn’t buy any."

Actually, there’s still some growing, but scallions naturally grow slowly, and then there’s Boss Chang who’s all-inclusive, so just...

Additionally, the young mom selling rolls raised prices in winter because she used her summer reserves!

Scallion oil was pre-fried, scallions pre-chopped and frozen... otherwise, how could she meet the demand?

The old lady snorted: "Wild greens and watermelon in our store are twenty yuan a jin, I bet he’s too stingy to buy."

At this moment, a flash of clarity shot through his mind. Song Dafang suddenly connected all the dots—

The wild greens Song Tan and Qiaoqiao sent in spring, the watermelon brought over in summer, and Qiaoqiao mentioning the twenty-yuan per jin price.

And his wife went to the market to buy bamboo shoots, and similarly got put into an embarrassing situation at the same price...

Most strikingly, his incompetent brother suddenly rising up with a big villa.

Unnamable rage and embarrassment surged from his feet, making his face flush and swell with anger.

He stood there, looking fearsome with a twisted expression. So much so that the young folks in the shop clenched their fists warily.

Yet the next moment, he abruptly turned and rushed straight out of the shop.

The burning fury almost exploded his heart; Song Dafang was just about to dial to demand answers when his long-used phone froze at this moment, leading him to angrily fumble and accidentally swipe to Song Hongmei’s moments.

[Brother’s family is slaughtering five pigs today, I’m gonna enjoy it too!]

Pig slaughter feast... pig slaughter feast!!

Alright, alright, alright! Song Dafang jabbed at the screen, bitterly mocking Song Hongmei and Song Sancheng! But then he saw Song Tan reply!

In that instant, burning fury, jealousy, and resentment exploded in his mind, urging him to impolitely call directly.

Those exorbitantly priced vegetables, his brother’s gradually extravagant villa constructions, as well as the old family fields and mountains... why them?

That wimpy Song Sancheng, even his son was a fool, what’s the point?!

Why could he make money off it?!

The fields, the land, shouldn’t have been divided like that back then!

The questions seethed viciously in his mind, strings of money floated before his eyes.

Yet the next moment, with a "beep," the call was cut off without being answered.