Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 266 - Chapter 266 266. The size of silver fungus _1

Chapter 266: 266. The size of silver fungus _1 Chapter 266: 266. The size of silver fungus _1 “Boom!”

With a thunderous noise, the old house where Song Tan had lived for decades finally collapsed halfway as the excavator swung its arm.

At that moment, the construction team was busy with their various tasks. Song Tan, along with his family, watched the courtyard filled with childhood memories, feeling both excited and melancholic.

Wu Lan, rarely sentimental, wiped away a tear.

“When this house was built, your dad found people from the village to help for so long! In the scorching summer, his back peeled from the sunburn, but finally, the house was built… Later on, the roof over there and this kitchen were all pieced together bit by bit.”

“For this house, we were in debt for years, and now…”

Song Sancheng felt a bit uncomfortable, “Why talk about that? Life’s obviously getting better. We’re enjoying your daughter’s blessings now; just enjoy it…”

“What enjoyment!” Wu Lan stopped crying and glared at him, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you hiding your fishing rod in that shed! I just can’t be bothered to argue with you.”

“There’s so much work to do at home, and you still dream about going fishing, wishful thinking! Get a move on, find someone to pick the peach blossoms on the mountain.”

“There’s still a bit of empty space by the pond under the Peach Forest. Why don’t you take Qiaoqiao to scatter some corn and sorghum seeds, so the child stops nagging.”

Qiaoqiao had a knack for planting corn, but this year he’d had no chance to showcase it!

It’s already May, and if we don’t give Qiaoqiao some hope now, how can we live up to the kid’s hard work over the past half year?

As for the sorghum, that was Seventh Uncle’s suggestion.

He said to plant a bit, and come autumn, we could make liquor.

With that being the case, where there was spare space, we might as well sow the seeds. As long as the plants survived, the yield didn’t matter.

Song Sancheng: …

Thinking about his fishing rod made him feel a bit guilty. He kept silent and took Qiaoqiao, who was curious about watching the demolition, and grabbed a hoe and seeds to start the work.

Meanwhile, the operator of the excavator popped his head out of the lofty cab and shouted, “Sis! Don’t worry! You know my skills with the excavator, I guarantee I’ll have the house crumbled into pieces by the end of the day!”

Well, that’s not really necessary.

Song Tan looked at him curiously, “How did you end up in the construction team?”

This young fellow happened to be the one who cleared the fields in their mountain back in March.

The young man was honest, ate well, and worked diligently. He finished a seven-day job in just five, and these days, such a dependable young person wasn’t easy to find.

Surprised to see someone familiar, Song Tan was quite delighted.

Not seen for just a couple of months, the young man’s skin had darkened several shades, and now he smiled, revealing a set of bright white teeth:

“Sis, this construction team is quite famous, the wages are high, and as soon as I heard they were coming to the village, I followed them here immediately.”

“Who knew that once I arrived, I’d find out the construction team provides meals, not like eating at your house…”

His face was filled with regret.

Song Tan…

She couldn’t dare respond to that–how many people were in the construction team and how much could they eat, didn’t everyone know?

The family had moved to Grandpa’s house now, and she was planning not to provide meals for the workers she hired in the future.

For instance, picking peach blossoms, like the aunts who were still picking tea, when it was time, everyone would go back home to eat.

It wasn’t that Grandpa’s yard was too small or cramped; in fact, Grandpa’s courtyard was quite spacious.

But the problem was, the Gutian Tremella mushrooms on the mountain were also ready for large-scale harvesting, and they needed to hurry to pick and dry them.

Laying them out layer upon layer to dry required space, right? With that, it wasn’t convenient to host meals anymore.

And the Wood ears, they were growing a bit slower. However, Song Tan estimated that in another month or so, they would be ready too.

Ah, summer, truly a season of bounteous harvest!

The whole family cramming into their old house brought the greatest joy to Song Youde and Wang Lifan.

They were still of the old mindset, always believing that a bustling, lively family was best. However, with the tree grown, the branches spread, and their youngest son, Song Sancheng, having married, the family had split apart.

Living together as a couple, they were comfortable, but sometimes they couldn’t help missing the children.

Now that Song Tan was building a new house and temporarily residing here, they didn’t find it noisy in the slightest.

According to Song Youde, “This is the house brimming with life, clearly a sign of flourishing times ahead!”

But before the prosperity could begin, he still had to ride his old electric scooter, making trips back and forth to the mountains.

Watching him once again riding his little vehicle, zooming down the long slope, and then turning familiarly into their courtyard, Song Tan couldn’t help but feel a jolt in her heart!

This old man, having such a vehicle, he doesn’t even know his own age anymore!

Stored on the seat originally reserved for his grandmother was a large basket, brimming with freshly picked Tremella.

Song Tan couldn’t help but feel helpless, “Grandpa, isn’t Uncle Zhang driving the tricycle? You don’t need to trouble yourself.”

“How can that be?”

Song Youde refused to act his age, “Sure, his tricycle is a tricycle, and we have lots of Tremella grown. I’ve got nothing else to do anyway, so what’s the issue with me riding out?”

This little vehicle was a unique sight in the village, so stylish! All the old men’s eyes were green with envy when Song Youde rode by, propelled by the wind!

Though it couldn’t carry as much as Zhang Wang’s little tricycle, it was exceedingly convenient for daily tasks around the fields and farm.

Song Tan: …All right then, as long as you’re happy.

She didn’t bother to persuade him further, instead, she bent down to assess the Tremella in the basket.

The Tremella growing wildly on the chestnut trees in the mountains, having soaked up the sun and rain, had fully unfurled their milky, translucent “petals.”

Only when they had matured like this were they harvested.

Zhang Yanping squatted down to look and wondered aloud,

“I thought whatever you grew always turned out well! But it seems these Tremellas aren’t that great. Have you seen the Gutian Tremellas? They’re so large, I can’t even cover one with my outstretched hand! So big, so round, so pure!”

Seventh Uncle was resting nearby and glanced at him, “What do you know about eating?”

“These Tremellas grown on the trunks, their spores are small, so their vitality is strong. They depend on the sun and the elements.”

“Naturally grown, they’re this size, not uniform.”

“On the other hand, those now grown in greenhouses, scientifically farmed on a large scale, those grown on densely packed fungus sticks in rooms, they’re the ones that are uniform, round, and large.”

“But the problem is, they don’t taste good.”

Zhang Yanping: …Actually, he didn’t feel any difference; aren’t they all just crushed and cooked in soup?

Muttering to himself, he dared not be too bold in front of the great cook, but Seventh Uncle had already guessed what he was thinking and let out a chuckle,

“You, haven’t had enough good things to eat. Just say the vegetables from the greenhouses and those from the fields, one has flavor, the other doesn’t, that’s the difference!”

Song Youde wholeheartedly agreed, “Buying vegetables off-season is not just expensive, they also lack the right taste.”

But if you ask what exactly that taste is, they couldn’t say. It was just the taste of vegetables.