Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 223 - Chapter 223 223. Brother Yanpings Salary_1

Chapter 223: 223. Brother Yanping’s Salary_1 Chapter 223: 223. Brother Yanping’s Salary_1 Early in the morning, just after breakfast, with everyone in the household either busy or at leisure, Aunt Lianhua was putting away the dishes and utensils when she saw Qiaoqiao already holding his textbook, standing on the steps, and loudly starting to recite phonetics:

“Ah-buh-cuh-duh of uh-foh…”

Oh my! Such a sight! Everyone in the courtyard couldn’t help but smile at the little scene.

Only Song Tan expressed her confusion, “Qiaoqiao, you’ve been at it for so long, how come you’re still learning phonetics?”

Qiaoqiao: …

Hmph+(+^+)+.

He silently flipped his textbook making a whooshing noise, then closed it again, and with solemnity began to recite a poem, “The bright sun follows the mountains to rest, the Yellow River into the sea flows…”

Xin Jun, holding a cup of water, walked by, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Song Tan, you still don’t get it?”

Song Tan was taken aback for a moment before she realized and then exaggeratedly clapped her hands, “Oh my, it’s our Qiaoqiao! Fantastic, so clever! Already memorizing poems so quickly!”

Sure enough, Qiaoqiao puffed out his chest proudly, “I’ve been working really hard lately!”

Then he asked, “Sister, I’ve been working so hard, when are we going to the amusement park?”

Well, wouldn’t you know it!

Wu Lan was about to head out with a basket in hand, but hearing this, she quickened her pace without looking back.

Song Tan thought to herself: Your lips were just as quick at the time!

But in the face of Qiaoqiao’s expectant gaze, she could only earnestly explain, “We’re not just going to the amusement park in the provincial city, we also have to earn back the cost of the fuel. And how do we earn it? By selling vegetables. Are the vegetables ready yet? Not yet.”

“You’re lying!”

Qiaoqiao looked at her accusatorily, “We ate baby bok choy just last night, and everyone said it was delicious, it surely can be sold.”

Song Tan indeed hadn’t lied.

Baby bok choy could be eaten at any time, it didn’t matter if it was a day earlier or later, but waiting a couple more days for the leaves to grow bigger meant more weight, right? Why the rush?

But at this moment, she really didn’t want to explain so much, so she resorted to her ultimate move:

“We have to queue up to buy tickets for the amusement park, we haven’t got them yet.”

However, Qiaoqiao immediately became anxious, “Why haven’t we gotten them yet? Is it because they’re very expensive? I have money!”

He hurried back into the house, fished out Song Tan’s account book, “I can do additions and subtractions within a thousand! Sister, how much salary do I have now?”

Goodness me, now we’ve got several mouths that need salaries in this house, and if Qiaoqiao’s in on it too, where will it end?!

Every time Song Tan thought about the yet-to-be completed blueprints of the new house, she felt as if courage was mounting right next to her awe:

“Qiaoqiao, you’ve been studying so hard, I haven’t had the heart to tell you that your salary isn’t enough.”

Qiaoqiao: !!!

How could it not be enough?

He became frantic, “I, I earn fifty yuan for working!”

“Yes,” Song Tan looked at him, “but now you have to attend classes, you don’t have any work. I haven’t asked you to pay for the teacher’s salary, but should you not contribute a bit for the meals of our pets? Do you know the dog food is almost gone?”

She put on a martyr’s face, “I’ve been paying in advance for the dog food all this time.”

In the courtyard, three puppies, who are only two months old to this day, were tugging at a tree branch, playfully wrestling with each other, their chubby and round bodies looking extremely cute.

And the cheap dog food in their simple stainless-steel bowls was eaten without leaving a single piece behind.

As for leftovers…

That stuff never got to those three, who could blame them since they couldn’t work yet?

It’s only fair that they have a little less, right?

Qiaoqiao: …

Bursting into tears, he cried out, “Then, then can I go to evening classes?”

“That’s not possible.” Song Tan said earnestly, “Evening classes strain the eyes, and if you become short-sighted, getting glasses is quite expensive.”

“You be good,” she coaxed her silly little brother to study hard, “Your sister will pay for the bus tickets. Let’s line up first, and as soon as we get the tickets, we’ll set off, right? You better make sure you get up on time.”

“I’ll definitely get up!”

Qiaoqiao agreed without hesitation.

His eager expression was just like Song Tan’s when she would rush to the market at three in the morning as a child.

Once Zhang Yanping and the others had left, he sauntered over, “Sis, I’ve got an idea, what do you think?”

“What idea?”

Song Tan was quite curious, “You’ve come up with a new idea for live-streaming sales for me?”

What a thing to say!

Zhang Yanping gave her a look, “What kind of goods could you possibly sell? Right now, you can’t even gather enough goods for a market stall.”

—-That hit where it hurt.

If only there was more land…

Song Tan glanced at Song Sancheng who was carrying the water pump to Peach Garden to water the vegetable seedlings and then pushed the thought aside.

One step at a time, it’s better for the family to plan gradually. If they really expanded their appetite, her parents would spin like tops and never stop.

That would be completely backwards from her idea of coming back to farm.

Zhang Yanping did indeed have something serious to discuss:

“Tantan, I’ve been here for a month or two, and to be honest, I’ve been a big help, haven’t I?”

Song Tan glanced at him: He had been a big help, but he also ate a lot.

Zhang Yanping himself realized it and then cleared his throat, “Tantan, what I’m going to talk to you about now is my future career!”

“How about I take charge of running your online store and client base from now on? Whether you’re organizing groups or opening a direct sales store for Peach Garden, you’ll need customer service and statistics, right? I’m your blood brother, and in this line of work, that makes people feel more at ease!”

“You’re not wrong,” Song Tan frowned, “but I don’t even have an online sales channel right now.”

The goods weren’t sufficient to sell.

“Yes,” Zhang Yanping took out his phone to show her a few photos, “but we should start preparing the promotional images and videos now, right? The framework should be set up, and the necessary applications should be in place, right?”

“You don’t expect to work as customer service every day, arguing with customers about yellow leaves and shortages of an ounce or two, do you?!”

That was something Song Tan absolutely would not do.

Thinking it over, Zhang Yanping’s idea wasn’t bad, but there was one key issue.

“Brother Yanping, how much salary do you want?”

Zhang Yanping: …

Just from his sister’s expression, he knew: High salary, don’t even think about it!

He snorted, “Room and board included, pay me three thousand, with social security and housing fund.”

Wow, did he have any idea how much the boss had to pay for social security and housing fund?

Song Tan refused outright.

“No more than fifteen hundred at most!”

Fifteen hundred?!

Seeing Zhang Yanping’s eyebrows raise, she quickly said:

“Brother Yanping, don’t forget that you’re not doing badly with your daily earnings from the pond! I didn’t ask for a larger share, just the cost.”

Zhang Yanping thought to himself: She was even more of a cutthroat merchant than he was!

—-She says she’s only taking her costs for the food, but here he was, already reaped by her like wheat, harvest after harvest!

Before he could voice this, he saw Song Tan leaning in again:

“These few regulars at the fishing pond are not good enough, they don’t have much spending power anymore. We should change up the crowd, don’t you think?”

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