Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 269 - Chapter 269 269. Sesame Leaf Confused Noodles_1

Chapter 269: 269. Sesame Leaf Confused Noodles_1 Chapter 269: 269. Sesame Leaf Confused Noodles_1 Dusk descended, and the village gradually began to fill with the smoke of cooking fires.

In this slowly-paced old village, the middle-aged and elderly who were left behind still happily embraced the slow rhythm of the past. The slightly younger ones might use gas stoves, but the older generation still used earthen stoves.

Thus, at mealtime, each household’s smoke curled upward, accompanied by the dark night tinged with a hint of mysterious blue, settling everyone’s soul from the inside out.

But… the tranquil crowd clearly did not include Song Sancheng.

He had spent the day with Qiaoqiao, grunting and groaning as he turned over a good stretch of land, watching the child earnestly plant the corn and sorghum according to his instructions, before he shouldered his hoe and headed home.

On the way, he made a point to circle back and check on his old family home.

That house had accompanied him for 20 years, a full 20 years!

The white paint on the walls was freshened up six years ago, the asbestos shingles on the roof were hastily patched up three years ago after a strong wind had torn off a couple of them, and the dining room and kitchen on the left had been slowly adjusted in location and expanded over time.

The tool shed was previously filled with his assorted tools and fishing rods.

And now…

He tossed a towel into a basin of water, wrung it out, and then wiped the sweat from his body,

“Building a house nowadays is quite a big deal!”

His booming voice contained both amazement and anticipation, “It’s only been half a day’s work, and that house has been demolished to its bits, the bricks, tiles, and chunks of cement all piled aside by the shovel of a bulldozer.”

“The cement floor has also been broken up, to the point where you can see the earth underneath.”

“When I was coming back, they hadn’t finished their work yet; they were spreading lime to mark lines, saying that tomorrow they will start digging foundations and ditches based on these — it’s really something, really something! In just one day, the foundation will be set! That’s fast!”

Wu Lan was also full of anticipation.

Everyone had seen the design blueprint provided by Zhao Fangyuan, and the 3D renderings as well. But people in the countryside trust what they see with their own eyes, no matter how good your blueprint is, what the building will actually look like when finished, nobody can say for sure.

But at this moment, seeing the current progress of the work, the couple sincerely looked forward to the realization of those renderings.

“You see, if this gets built, won’t we have the first villa in the village? And a big one at that!”

“What do you know?”

Song Sancheng spoke eloquently, “This is called a Chinese garden!”

“What garden? Real gardens have little bridges over flowing water, while you at most are going to have a big pond next to the yard. Without raising a few more fish, you’ll just be breeding mosquitoes in the summer!”

Song Youde was not pleased with his son’s showing off.

Wang Lifan was a little embarrassed to speak up, “Our yard is to be renovated, right? How are we going to do it? Please don’t go for anything too fancy; I can’t handle that.”

Their house was even older than Song Sancheng. Song Tan had long entrusted Zhao Fangyuan with drafting a plan, and now she decisively approved,

“Grandma, rest assured, I’ve got it all properly sorted out for you!”

But Wang Lifan laughed, “It’s your duty to worry, who would if not for my talented granddaughter! But you can’t be the one paying.”

“Fixing the house is your father’s and your uncle’s duty to fulfill. We, the old couple, have some savings too.”

“I’ve been thinking, we could contribute 40,000 yuan. With both your uncles chipping in, we could just refurbish the house a bit, and that would suffice.”

“That makes sense.”

Now Song Youde, who loved to boast, also agreed.

The granddaughter buying a little electric car was an act of filial piety, but asking the granddaughter to pay for house construction, what use would he have for raising two such capable sons?

Moreover, for the two of them to live in, what need was there for a garden? Simply fixing up a bright main hall, remodeling the bedroom layout, installing a toilet — it’s a bit hard to get up from a squatting position with their age.

And a warmer bathing room.

They should also reinstall the window panes–the current windows are still the old dark red wooden painted ones with small panes, dim and dark, patched up again and again, not bright and clear.

They certainly had to demolish the adobe house next door and build a new small warehouse.

Song Youde had calculated it several times during the night and even went to ask about the material prices from the construction crew — the cost of materials wouldn’t be too much.

Although his eldest son often cried poor, Song Youde was no fool when it came to how much property he had in the city.

Not to mention more, but surely ten thousand yuan or so would suffice, right?

For all these years, he hadn’t expected much from his children. Now, in the end, he just wanted to live in a comfortable house.

His younger son had raised a good daughter. He had not dared to speak up before, but now, seeing the child’s life improving, he was determined —

After all, it was taking advantage of Tantan.

— The labor cost for the construction team wasn’t small at all!

In fact, Song Youde had already discussed with Wang Lifan that a hundred years from now, the money and such would be divided equally among the three children, but the old house would go to Tantan and Qiaoqiao.

Leaving it to Tantan was because they knew the child’s worth.

Leaving it to Qiaoqiao was also because they doted on the child.

For Song Youde, who had always wanted to divide all the family property to the eldest son and grandson according to tradition, this was the biggest breakthrough he had ever made.

As for the two brothers… helping their parents build a house was their rightful duty!

They didn’t contribute labor but could each hand over ten or eight thousand yuan, and for the next few years, he would no longer need their filial piety money.

The couple had land and hands; they wouldn’t starve.

As for furniture and appliances — ah, Song Youde himself knew some simple carpentry. Not to mention anything else, but he could certainly handle making beds, tables, chairs, and stools!

As for electrical appliances, installing an air conditioner and continuing to use the old TV would suffice.

Song Tan didn’t object either.

That was the rule in the village. Once a son inherited the property, he had to fulfill his filial duty.

She contemplated and did not suggest that she would arrange the furniture and appliances herself — if she said it, it would certainly be rejected.

Anyway, just get started, and she would plan ahead.

Later, when they gathered together to discuss major family matters while Seventh Uncle started to heat the oil in the pot, he poured in a big bowl of chopped green onions and stir-fried them until they were browned and fragrant, then added a bowl of flour!

He stir-fry until the whole pot was filled with a yellow, sticky mixture of flour and onions, then he scooped it out.

The green onions were from the vegetable garden, and at this moment, their overpowering, fragrant aroma hit everyone straight in the face, making them all involuntarily swallow their saliva–

That is to say, with such a delicious aroma, how could it not be worth twenty?

Luckily, this tantalizing scent didn’t linger for long. Soon the pot was rinsed and oil was poured in again, followed by minced ginger and garlic cloves for another round of stir-frying.

Seventh Grandma, standing by the side, poured the blanched dark green sesame leaves into the pot, and Seventh Uncle swiftly threw in a handful of bean sprouts.

After thinking it over, they decided that this group of hard-working people wouldn’t be filled up by just eating vegetables.

So, he also added the previously stir-fried, crispy and fragrant pork belly cubes from the big bowl on the side, and continued to stir-fry them.

By the time everyone was nearly impatient from the tantalizing aroma, he added several ladles of water, followed by a generous helping of freshly rolled noodles thrown in.

In another pot, oil was heated and eggs were fried with a sizzle, and then he stir-fried a handful of peanuts, crushing them into half-broken granules and put them in a bowl.

Several pots operating all at once, Seventh Uncle kept a calm and steady demeanor, working quickly but orderly, his chef skills clearly on display.

Qiaoqiao, acting as the assistant on the side, was already sweating profusely from the bustle.

Only when the noodles in the pot began to get sticky did Seventh Uncle mix in the spicy onion flour paste that he had previously fried with hot oil.

A big bowl of sesame leaf noodle paste, sprinkled with some crushed peanuts, topped with fragrant chili oil, and finally a golden crispy fried egg on the edge…

Dinner, let’s eat!

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