Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 277 - Chapter 277 277. Field Mouse_1

Chapter 277: 277. Field Mouse_1 Chapter 277: 277. Field Mouse_1 At that moment, all eyes were focused on what lay in Song Tan’s palm.

In her tender white palm, the tiny, pudgy field mouse hadn’t even opened its eyes yet, sniffing around weakly and struggling to push its body about, looking especially pitiful yet adorable.

Therefore, even though Zhang Yanping knew it was a pest, after looking at it repeatedly, with images of vectors of infectious diseases flashing through his mind, he simply couldn’t bring himself to say that it should be killed.

And Song Tan, looking at Sanbao’s shiny eyes below, as well as Sibao who had also squeezed in to vie for affection, fell even more silent–

I mean, Baobao, do you even know what you’re presenting?

And how long has it been? How did the two Bao manage to find the nest of the field mouse so quickly?!

After some more time passes, will there be any species left in the field that they don’t know of?

It was only Song Youde who hesitated for a moment, “There’s only one, how do we divide it? It’s not even enough for a dish–I think this little field mouse looks quite tender, why not take it back to feed Big White?”

But would Big White be choosy or even eat it?

Seventh Uncle, however, hesitated, “If we could catch a whole nest, it would certainly have a unique flavor. Song Tan, can your two Bao catch several more nests?”

To a chef, everything is edible.

But… what era is it to eat wild game? Everyone showed resistance.

Seventh Uncle, seeing the reluctance in everyone’s eyes, got displeased, “What do you know!”

“Wild field mice were once highly prized, worth quite a bit of money per pound!”

All being country folk, everyone understood the logic, but the mouse in question hadn’t opened its eyes and was now hugging and licking Song Tan’s finger…

Ah, how could one possibly bring themselves to do it?!

And now, Qiaoqiao approached:

“Sister…”

He spoke hesitantly, in a soft voice.

Song Tan could tell what the child wanted to do, but…

“No.”

“Wild field mice can carry a lot of infectious diseases; we can’t take that risk.”

“And it’s a pest.”

“Then…” Qiaoqiao blinked, “can you put it back? It’s still so small, it hasn’t even opened its eyes…”

Put it back?

Wouldn’t that be setting the tiger back into the mountain?

“Do you know how much grain a single mouse can destroy in a year? Just like a rat!”

“But…” Qiaoqiao became a bit anxious, “I know it’s bad! It eats the grain! But it’s really tiny!”

“And also…”

He racked his brain, “Before we came, this field was already the home of the field mice!”

Well then, now we are dealing with philosophy, nature, and ethics.

“Silly boy!” Song Sancheng glanced at him, “What do you know? All things in nature have their own survival of the fittest, their own laws of development; the heavens have their reasons for us to farm this land.”

Zhang Yanping muttered from the side, “It’s not the heavens that told us to farm, it’s clearly because the family-based contracted responsibility system allocated this land to us…”

Before he could finish speaking, seeing the tiny squeaking pink field mouse, he too found himself at a loss for words.

It’s… just too small!

Song Tan, seeing the hopeful look in Qiaoqiao’s eyes, finally couldn’t resist softening her cold heart. She then flicked her fingertip, and a surge of Spiritual Energy washed over the entire body of the little field mouse.

It lay there softly in Song Tan’s palm, its whimpering becoming louder, and the whole mouse seemed exceptionally content.

Don’t say, at this moment, his appearance seemed even more adorably dejected.

Song Tan handed the little field mouse to Qiaoqiao, who hurriedly cupped it with both hands before carefully taking it:

“Can I keep it at home?”

With things having come to this, everyone always harbored a tolerance for him.

“You can!” Song Youde, changing his previous stance of wanting to feed it to Big White, even took the initiative to say:

“Wait till Grandpa makes you a sturdy cage with bamboo strips. Field mouse teeth can truly gnaw–even Tantan, if it doesn’t work out, you can buy a metal one on your way to the city area.”

“Isn’t it popular now to keep what’s-it-called, hamsters? This one looks pretty similar, just a bit chubbier. Just feed it more when the time comes.”

While saying this, he looked worriedly at Qiaoqiao: “What to do with this child in the future, being so soft-hearted?”

But the future was such a distant affair, naturally prioritize the present happiness.

Song Tan once again patted Sanbao and Sibao on the head and then praised, “Not bad! You helped a lot. Next time anything comes to destroy our vegetable garden, catch them! I’ll add something tasty for you for lunch.”

Having said this, the two Bao children wagged their tails even more joyfully, now panting with tongues out, looking both docile and adorable. One couldn’t even imagine how they had dashed into the vegetable garden like lightning and grabbed the wild chicken in their mouths.

Well, what an electrifying morning this has been.

First, they caught a Guoyi, and then they let it go, and the Guoyi didn’t even want to leave.

Finally managing to shake it off completely, the family was about to welcome a little field mouse, and Song Tan knew that there were a few wild cats behind the mountain that Qiaoqiao fed every day with leftover food.

This child, really, was beyond words…

But since it’s already being kept, just keep it for happiness, I guess.

Spiritual Energy cleansed the small field mouse completely, so it would undoubtedly be friendlier and more obedient in the future, and with a healthier body free of dirt, there was no harm in keeping it.

Truthfully, if it could not be seen, it wouldn’t matter to casually dispose of it. But this little creature had been chirping in her palm, and in this moment, her heart was too tender to actually do it.

It goes to show, rodent extermination tasks after all have to be left to the Bao children.

While they were out in the fields, the excavator young man, taking advantage of the lack of work today, approached the supervisor once again:

“Bro, didn’t you negotiate with the homeowner early this morning to take charge of our meals?”

He saw the man talk with Song Sancheng for a good while, mentioning whether to buy or not…

The dark-skinned young man was full of anticipation–he really craved more, even dreaming of tasting this family’s cooking again at night!

The supervisor, a bit flushed with embarrassment from having asked for cherries earlier, glanced at him impatiently:

“Go! Negotiating meals… why are you always thinking about eating, can’t you just focus on working properly?”

“I am working!” The excavator young man wasn’t content either: “Look how well the foundation is done! How steady it is! How much work do I do with this excavator every day?”

Supervisor: …

It seemed there was some truth to that.

But what he talked about in the morning wasn’t about meals!

“I was…,” half way through his sentence, he reluctantly asked:

“I’m asking you, just how delicious are this family’s meals?”

Originally, he didn’t believe it, but these cherries brimming on the trees next to him were truly tempting.

The young man was initially a bit disappointed upon hearing that, but now that the supervisor asked, it meant there wasn’t completely no chance!

He perked up, “They’re delicious enough for me to bury my head and eat three big bowls! I dream of their food every night, I’ve truly never tasted anything better than theirs.”

That sure?

The supervisor, looking at his sincere eyes, began to waver:

Maybe… find a chance to talk about the house matter, and incidentally join in for a meal?