Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 249 - Chapter 249 249. Live Pumpkin Vine_1

Chapter 249: 249. Live Pumpkin Vine_1 Chapter 249: 249. Live Pumpkin Vine_1 In the countryside, isn’t there empty land in front of or behind everyone’s houses?

It’s just that this year, with the pigs, chickens, and ducks being raised, not to mention a few particularly hungry big dogs, it would be unthinkable to plant seeds in these spaces in previous years when our own vegetable garden produced more than we could eat. Wu Lan would never sow seeds in these areas.

The pumpkins grow too well!

Even Seventh Uncle, who knew what to expect, couldn’t help but be stunned when he saw the lush green pumpkin vines:

“These seeds were planted just a month or so ago, right?”

Little did he know, the supplies of Spiritual Energy for the plants in the garden depended on Song Tan setting a time for check-ins.

And in these areas in front of and behind the house, one just needs to look at the increasingly shiny group of grey-furred squirrels atop the wall to understand:

It’s the epitome of silent nurturing!

Despite being planted only a month ago, the pumpkin vines had already spread far; the tips looked half-transparent, delicate and curled as if shyly clinging on, exuding a sense of vulnerability and shyness amidst the faint dew of the backyard ditches.

The leaves and vines were covered with a layer of slightly prickly white fuzz that rustled when grasped, bearing a slight hardness and a very tactile sensation.

Looking closer among the leaves, one could find tender yellow flower buds, which brought a smile to Seventh Uncle’s face:

“Come on, Qiaoqiao, pull out all these pumpkins. We’ll take care of them in the yard later.”

“Let me think, how about stir-frying some pumpkin vines with garlic for lunch, and deep-frying some pumpkin flowers?”

Qiaoqiao hadn’t had them this year yet and couldn’t recall clearly how they were last year; at this moment, he simply nodded vigorously.

Then, he looked around and chose a shrub on the slope to the side to place his phone on, adjusting the angle carefully.

He leaned in to check the camera, the barrage of danmu messages on the screen flowing densely as the number of viewers gradually increased.

Before he couldn’t understand the danmu, but now he’s recognizing more characters and his sense of logic is getting stronger, so he should get it.

But Song Tan knew all too well how much joy and how much hurt the internet could bring, so he had told him early on not to read the danmu.

Qiaoqiao was an obedient child; no matter how intensely the danmu scrolled, he wouldn’t look if he was told not to!

Now, seeing the camera’s reach was good enough, he calmly stepped back and then, using the coverage of the green leaves and vines, found the base of the pumpkin vine and yanked upwards–

The root separated smoothly from the soil, and he lifted and shook the vine a bit before reaching for the next one.

Little did he know, the viewers had already started drooling over the danmu–

[I mean, can you still buy pumpkin vines at the vegetable market now?]

[I’m different. I’m going to order some pumpkin vines for delivery at noon]

[Wow, has the live streamer ended their honey lecture and started being a gourmet creator?]

[Link, link!]

[Just asking quietly, are deep-fried pumpkin flowers tasty? They’re deep-fried, right? Aren’t they very high in calories?]

[Very high. If you eat a whole plate, at the very least you won’t be hungry for 2-3 hours. I suggest not eating them.]

[Here’s a suggestion, sweetheart, buy an air fryer. Just fry a handful of air each meal, and you’ll sustain your life.]

[Stop typing, everyone! Am I the only one who thinks these pumpkin vines look especially delicious?]

[Exactly. The color is so drool-worthy. Did the streamer apply a filter or something?]

[What filter? Isn’t that phone just the one or two thousand yuan model xx? The model is even displayed at the bottom of the live streamer’s feed.]

Wu Lan had carelessly tossed the seeds when she sowed them, not paying attention to how many she scattered, or creating any pattern.

Qiaoqiao pulled them out one by one and soon piled up a neat bundle beside him.

Seventh Uncle even specifically broke off a piece of the root to check and then realized the timing for the pumpkin vines was perfect!

He had thought just the tender tips would be good for stir-frying, but it looked like most of them were edible. As for the truly old stems and leaves at the bottom–

Feed them to the pigs. Why let them go to waste?

The backyard ditch encircled the whole house, forming wide, big channels.

And the pumpkin vines in those channels seemed to germinate and grow lengthy. Qiaoqiao, without making a sound, pulled up a good twenty or so, unaware even as Seventh Uncle was filming him with his phone from behind.

The danmu was filled with deep longing–

“I’ve been watching all morning, and I can even count how many pumpkin vines there are–the host hasn’t said a word.”

“Exactly. Don’t the fans in the morning matter?”

“Am I the only one who noticed an old gentleman today? Is he the host’s grandfather?”

There were many members on the barrage, and their fonts were colorful and varied. Seventh Uncle was a bit presbyopic and now squinted at the screen for a moment, but before he could make out two characters, they scrolled away…

He decided not to look anymore–this thing was nothing compared to shaking on Douyin.

Qiaoqiao stopped and turned his head to ask, “Seventh Uncle, should all of these be pulled out?”

“Pull them out,” Seventh Uncle nodded. “Didn’t you hear your sister? They’re demolishing the house, so hurry up and get these all cleaned up. When we get back, blanch them, freeze them, ready to eat anytime you want.”

In that case, Qiaoqiao immediately decided to get down to business.

But then he suddenly turned back and saw the mobile phone in Seventh Uncle’s hand:

“Ah, I forgot I was live streaming.”

He finally said his first line of the day:

“Good morning, kids, today Teacher Qiaoqiao is going to teach you how to pull out pumpkin vines.”

The barrage immediately burst with fireworks!

“Has the host finally realized you still have fans?”

“I don’t know why, but I’m actually a bit touched.”

“Although… pulling pumpkin vines doesn’t need teaching, right? Anyone with hands can do it.”

Seventh Uncle also asked, “What do you usually live stream about online? Do you need to teach how to pull pumpkin vines?”

“Yes,” Qiaoqiao answered seriously:

“Online kids are a bit silly, I have to teach them things over and over before they get it.”

After speaking, he sighed again, “I have Teacher Xin Jun giving me homework and checking it, but they don’t, poor things.”

The barrage even had a brief moment of silence after this.

–Yes, why don’t they have it?

Oh, wait.

Someone let out an exhausted scream–

“But we have DEADLINES!”

“I still have KPIs here, darling!”

“Who says I don’t have homework; my daughter’s school requires a drawing project, and here I am, tearfully crafting it.”

“A construction worker dad with an elementary school education, as per the school’s request, is diligently learning to make PPTs, to turn in homework for his kid.”

My goodness, the bitterness of life is all on the barrage!

Even the pumpkin vines seemed like a magical assignment!

Everyone sighed and gave themselves a comforting hug.

However, just then!

A shrill scream from a girl suddenly came from around the corner of the backyard–

“Ahhh!!!”

The scream was so loud that it even got picked up by the phone. For a moment, the barrage froze, then it became even more intense–

“What happened? Did I just hear a girl screaming?”

“That’s so scary. What happened?”

“Host, go check it out NOW!!!!!”

“Hurry, hurry, hurry! It’s early morning, and we’re in the countryside…”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

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