Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 301 - Chapter 301 301.Field Mouses Ration_1

Chapter 301: 301.Field Mouse’s Ration_1 Chapter 301: 301.Field Mouse’s Ration_1 It wasn’t until the two staff members drove away that Song Tan shook his head:

“How come big guys have no status at home?”

They need to call their wives to ask for permission to buy something, babbling for half an hour, and both of them together couldn’t even scrape together a five-figure sum–

This marketing wave wasn’t very successful.

If it weren’t for the capable little secretary, today’s meal would have seemed dismal.

Zhang Yanping also came out from the house, now fantasizing about the future: “Married men are so humble… If I got married, I’d be the one in control of the money!”

As it happened, Xin Jun came out to pour some water. As the only person in the room who had experienced a relationship, he was very calm:

“Then where is your girlfriend?”

Zhang Yanping: …Okay, he didn’t have a girlfriend.

Turning around, Xin Jun added, “Actually, there’s no hurry. Take the products back, and if the family has tried them and has the spare cash, they definitely won’t miss out.”

“If they really have no money, there’s nothing we can do. Business often depends on fate as well.”

“True,” Song Tan also looked on the bright side: “I’m just thinking about the hot potato in the back mountain and feeling a bit frustrated, that’s all.”

While she was speaking, they saw Qiaoqiao sneakily coming down from the back mountain, his hand clutching a cotton swab with a glob of something crystal clear on it.

Through the cotton swab, there was a faint hint of orange-yellow.

“Qiaoqiao, you’ve stolen some honey again!” Song Tan caught him.

Qiaoqiao quickly hid his hand behind his back: “I didn’t, I just accidentally rubbed against it.”

What a kid, now he’s learned to lie!

Song Tan raised her eyebrows: “So you just happened to open the beehive and accidentally stuck the cotton swab in and rubbed some honey?”

Qiaoqiao nodded vigorously: “Yeah!”

Song Tan: …

She waved her hand: “It’s our own stuff, you feed if you want to, why skulk around being secretive? Be more open as a man.”

Qiaoqiao didn’t quite understand and stood there, looking confused, until Xin Jun glanced at him with a smile:

“What your sister means is, whatever ideas you have about feeding the mice, you should speak up. Don’t do it sneakily–aren’t you going to feed your mouse now?”

“It’s a vole!” Qiaoqiao corrected, and after some thought, he boldly marched into the house with the cotton swab.

When the little vole was first brought home, it was entirely pink with only a thin layer of soft fur, and its eyes weren’t even open, so it could eat very little.

Aside from secretly feeding it the family’s expired milk powder, Qiaoqiao occasionally treated it to something special.

For instance, this blob of honey was for the little vole.

He took the cotton swab over, then returned to his own room, looking at the rush grass cage his grandfather had woven — green and tender stems and leaves, woven into a neat and beautiful little box.

Opening the door, he saw several layers of tissues laid at the bottom to give the little vole a soft home.

Its eyes were now open, shiny black, and upon hearing the noise, it eagerly made “squeak squeak squeak” sounds. Its body, now lush with fur, scrambled anxiously, and then, familiar with the routine, climbed along Qiaoqiao’s wrist towards his fingers, ultimately gripping the cotton swab tightly in midair.

The little mouth latched onto the cotton swab, squeaking and looking quite pleased.

Qiaoqiao watched him, unable to help but start laughing.

He loosened the cotton swab and put the vole back into the box:

“Well, Datian, you eat it yourself, I’m off to watch Ultraman.”

That’s right.

This vole, Qiaoqiao named it Datian, following the same pattern as the names Daxiong, Dabao, and Big White.

…

Meanwhile, life at Lao Song’s family returned to its usual routine, but at the old house, the person in charge paced around a cherry tree encased in a green net, deep in thought, pacing left and right.

The excavator lad hadn’t been working with his usual fiery passion and tirelessness recently because the food wasn’t up to scratch.

Upon seeing the foreman’s expression, he immediately asked again, “Is the food issue settled?”

Negotiate food!

The person in charge was in the middle of a headache, “Come take a look, are the cherries getting fewer?”

The excavator lad took a glance–the branches teeming with green leaves were dotted with cherries that were orange-red with hints of yellow, clustered in bunches, appearing like adorable little lanterns hiding among them.

How could they be disappearing? They were clearly thriving.

However, the person in charge didn’t feel the same way.

“Look here, under these leaves, there was definitely a cherry that was about to ripen yesterday, strikingly orange-red and translucent, nearly revealing the flesh inside.”

“Look at it today–see? There’s only an empty stalk left; the cherry is gone!”

The excavator lad looked at him in shock, “Bro, how can you see so well? Maybe the cherry fell on the ground.”

“Impossible!”

The person in charge gazed deeply at the cherry tree, “This morning I checked, and there wasn’t a single trace on the ground!”

“It could also be that ants carried it away…”

The person in charge fell silent.

But his sixth sense still told him that wasn’t the case; cherries that grew so well, how could they just drop to the ground as soon as they ripened?

It was just one night’s work.

He was embarrassed to admit, he had been eyeing them, waiting to secretly pick them in the morning.

But come morning, they were gone.

Now having observed for half a day, he found not a clue which made him utterly frustrated.

The excavator lad didn’t take it seriously, after all, he had never tasted cherries and didn’t understand the feeling of savoring a seed for half the night as the person in charge did.

Now he spoke nonchalantly, “Bro, just wait a bit longer, the cherries are about to fully ripen in a day or two, missing one or two isn’t a big deal.”

That was logical, but the person in charge still felt a pang of loss!

Although he got Song Sancheng’s word that he could buy a few pounds of cherries, with just one tree and so many people in the Lao Song’s family, how many pounds could they actually sell him?

Now, thinking he had the perfect timing, he planned to eat a couple before anyone else could get to them…

Just as they were within reach, they suddenly vanished!

How could one describe this feeling?

It was like a farmer who guards his field day and night, only to suddenly discover his wheat has been cut!

He turned around, troubled, and not long after, he took something from the room and sneakily mounted it on another post.

Despite the hustle, the construction site was still on schedule, and it seemed like it was almost time for dinner again. The excavator lad ate his meal with great reluctance, and just seeing him made the person in charge furious–

Imagine that, a strapping young man, thinking of nothing but eating instead of earning money, no ambition at all!

He turned and surreptitiously unlocked his phone, opening the surveillance app.

That’s right.

The thing he sneakily attached to the post was a surveillance camera, initially meant to monitor the construction site, but since there were two more, he made a temporary adjustment.

He checked the playback–yeah, nothing peculiar.

He then kept a close watch on the camera feed; still, nothing out of the ordinary.

Just as he was pondering this, he saw a movement in the tree shadows on the screen!

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately zoomed in on the video!