Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 227 - Chapter 227 227. Prepare to harvest_1

Chapter 227: 227. Prepare to harvest_1 Chapter 227: 227. Prepare to harvest_1 At 8 o’clock in the evening, Lao Song’s family’s courtyard was once again crowded with people.

Seventh Uncle, who rarely went back, was now guarding the stove, preparing to make a midnight snack for everyone later in the night.

Song Tan even urged him, “Seventh Uncle, you should go back. At your age, don’t stay up late. In the evening, we can just cook some noodles and slice up some of the marinated meat we prepared during the day… We can handle all of that.”

Adding a little bok choy to the noodles should keep everyone from feeling neglected.

Seventh Uncle harrumphed, “What’s there to fear about staying up late? I’ll tell you, don’t look down on us older folks; we eat well, sleep well, normally don’t stay up late, and are in better shape than you are.”

“Besides, I won’t be staying up with you all. You take Qiaoqiao and go down to the field to pick a few more baskets of bok choy, while I’ll make some dumplings at home. You can have dumplings in the middle of the night. Once they’re ready, I’ll head back on my own.”

Song Tan couldn’t help but feel moved, “Seventh Uncle! How thoughtful of you! Rest assured, when it comes to your old age, I’ll definitely take great care of you. If you end up in the hospital, I’ll carry you–one on each arm!”

Seventh Uncle glared at her, “No respect for elders!”

But his face was all smiles.

If this had been said two months ago, Seventh Uncle might have actually felt somewhat displeased.

He could feel the effects of his advancing age. His energy and endurance were not what they used to be; even a good night’s sleep had become a rare luxury. Ordinarily, when the topic of life, aging, sickness, and death came up, he tended to be somewhat pessimistic and negative.

But ever since he came to Lao Song’s family, none of this was a problem anymore.

He would fall asleep as soon as he got home and wake up at the crow of a rooster, even finding time for an extra stroll, full of vim and vigor.

And every day, as he stirred the big pots of food, he didn’t feel tired but instead became more and more lively.

Seventh Uncle figured it must be because leaves return to their roots; the water and soil of one’s hometown truly nourish a person.

Of course, there were also downsides, such as absolutely not drinking the tea leaves Song Tan gave him at night.

If he brewed a cup in the morning and drank it until the afternoon, when the taste was gone, it was just right.

If he couldn’t resist having another sip at night–that would be the end of him, he could stay awake all night long!

Even though he wouldn’t feel too bad the next day, at his age, Seventh Uncle was very cautious about his health and determined not to indulge in such habits.

…

At this moment, the yard was noisy and bustling, with Wu Lan handing out headlamps and mesh nets to those who had come to work.

In the pitch-dark vegetable fields, a little lamp on everyone’s head made it easier to work, while the mesh net was meant to be worn over the head, since by April, some flying insects had already started to emerge. At night, once lights were turned on, moths darting into the flame would be everywhere!

Without the mesh to cover, the insects wouldn’t just bite, but they would also be annoying.

Most of those who came to work were women from the nearby area, and they were very efficient at tending the vegetable fields, now laughing and saying:

“I’ve been farming for so many years, but it’s the first time I’ve used this lamp.”

“Exactly,” someone else joined the conversation, “Nobody’s cleaned up the vegetable fields at night before! At most, it was when we cultivated mushrooms a few years back, getting up at dawn to harvest them…”

Song Tan figured they had to load the truck and set off by 1 a.m., which meant everyone would still have to toil in the fields for more than four hours.

Even though it wasn’t cold in April, it was still a bit chilly at night, so she thought about it and then said, “Uncle, before you leave, could you please make a pot of silver fungus soup as well?”

The silver fungus from their mountain was truly worth a taste with every sip.

Seventh Uncle didn’t even raise his head, “Let Qiaoqiao do it. This soup can’t be ruined no matter how it’s simmered. I’ll show her how in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Having said that, Song Tan called out to Qiaoqiao directly, “Let’s go, let’s first pick a few baskets of bok choy from the field to make dumplings later.”

The two acres of bok choy, illuminated by the lights at night, were a lush green expanse. The jade-white stems stood erect, looking incredibly vibrant.

Unfortunately, they didn’t store well, which was one of the reasons why Song Tan planned to plant chili peppers in the next round.

Because of the heat, they could lose their freshness if not eaten soon, which was troublesome.

Sanbao, the black-backed dog, and Sibao, the mastiff, were responsible for guarding the vegetable garden.

They had great jumping ability and could quickly bound from one end of the garden to the other. Seeing Song Tan coming over in the middle of the night, the two dogs couldn’t contain their excitement, whimpering as they approached to rub against Spiritual Energy.

Daintily lifting his legs, deftly avoiding the bok choy ridges and stepping into the soil’s plum blossom-shaped pits, Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh and rubbed each of the dog’s heads in turn, “There’s not much Spiritual Energy tonight.”

So, don’t expect it, it’s really not the time to be releasing Spiritual Energy at night.

Then she consoled them, “Even though I asked you to guard the vegetable garden, you don’t have to stay here all the time–with us gone you can go play, just keep an ear out and stay alert.”

Old Li was now especially diligent in taking care of the rice paddies every day. There was generally not much to do during the day, it was mainly at night.

But now, only the bok choy was mature. For the moment, there wasn’t as much to worry about.

Sanbao the black-backed dog did not agree with that:

“Woof!”

“All right, all right.”

Song Tan couldn’t help but give a peck on its forehead, “I know you want to work hard, but there’s nothing tonight. You can play or sleep as you like.”

“When I come back, I’ll bring you some dog food.”

As soon as she said that, Sibao the mastiff let out a whimper from the side, with an especially reluctant expression and a pair of big, wet, pitiful eyes looking at Song Tan.

Qiaoqiao then announced loudly from the side, “Sister, don’t buy dog food anymore, they don’t like it. They just want to eat the food from our house.”

How could that not be true?

Not to mention the good stuff sometimes added to their home-cooked meals, just like any ordinary dog, they also preferred eating what humans ate!

It wasn’t that she couldn’t afford to feed them; in fact, a lot of dog food was more expensive than human food, but right now…

She could only pat Sibao’s head sympathetically, “There’s nothing in the fields for you to eat right now, I can’t just cook a separate pot for you guys each time, can I? I would get scolded for that.”

“Be patient, alright? When summer comes, you’ll have all sorts of vines and vegetable leaves. I’ll sort it out for you,”

By then, there would be construction workers coming to build the house. With so many of them, the difference between a little more or a little less food during cooking wouldn’t be so noticeable. Whatever these treasures wanted to eat, it didn’t matter with Spiritual Energy–they’d thrive on anything.

Qiaoqiao had already pulled out a basketful of bok choy and then confirmed once more, “Sister, after we get the vegetables sorted, are we really going to the amusement park?”

Song Tan emphasised helplessly, “We sell the vegetables first, and only then can we go to the amusement park.”

“When we get home, we’ll wrap up the dumplings, and you’ll need to go to bed. Sleep until everyone comes back, and I’ll cook them dumplings; then we’re off.”

Song Tan herself didn’t really need to sleep, but Zhang Yanping insisted on taking turns driving with her so she let him go to sleep first.

Alas, Silly Cousin didn’t have many good days left.

After all, once the construction crew arrived in a few days, he would be forced to sleep with Seventh Uncle.

The spry old man, it was said, got up to walk around every morning at four or five o’clock. At his age, if he wanted to call a young person to keep him company? Even if he didn’t call, with the noise of getting up in the house, Zhang Yanping might not be able to sleep anyway.

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