Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 307 - Chapter 307 307. Sorting Tobacco Leaves_1

Chapter 307: 307. Sorting Tobacco Leaves_1 Chapter 307: 307. Sorting Tobacco Leaves_1 This year, the weather got hot exceptionally early. By mid to late May, temperatures had already climbed over 30 degrees Celsius.

Although the village was much cooler than the city, with such a high temperature rise, we now had to turn on the fan every time we ate.

Only after midnight would it cool down, especially for the young lads, who really couldn’t stand the heat. If they wanted to sleep in the early part of the night, they too had to have the fan on.

Considering that Grandpa’s house also needed to be tidied up in the summer, Song Tan resisted buying an air conditioner, but she did bring back several fans, one for each room.

This arrangement seemed to work alright, except Qiaoqiao generated a lot of heat and needed the fan on all night. The fan was on in the early night, and he would fall asleep without knowing to turn it off, then he’d spend the latter part of the night groping around for a blanket.

He slept in the room next to Song Youde. The elderly couple was worried about their grandson; peering over in the middle of the night, they saw his abdomen exposed to the breeze, which was not good!

So, the next morning, Song Youde called over the siblings:

“Tantan, Qiaoqiao, take the sickle and look around the village for some sedges. Cut a couple of handfuls and bring them back. I’ll weave some straw mats for you.”

Nowadays, with everyone having air conditioning, the use of bamboo and straw mats had declined significantly. The edges of the few bamboo mats at the Song Youde household had already started to fray from the seams, looking all worn and ragged.

They could still be used, but with the weather so hot and not much farm work to do, there was really no need to put up with that.

Sedges…

Song Tan thought back to the last time she wandered around the village, she only managed to gather a handful, and even that was after using some “Spiritual Energy” to coax it out.

To gather enough for weaving straw mats this time…

She pushed Qiaoqiao back inside, “Grandpa, it’s hot outside, let Qiaoqiao stay home and study. I’ll go do it.”

“Oh, and borrow your tricycle for me to ride.”

Saying so, she directly fetched the keys from inside the house and mounted the little red tricycle.

Which made Song Youde feel protective, “Ride slowly! Don’t go dumping my bike into a ditch.”

The response he got was the vrooming sound of Song Tan accelerating away.

Where the sedges were cut last time, a few clumps were still growing. This stuff, once it sprouts, grows tall and large in bunches, and with the place being out of the way and on wasteland…

Song Tan gave it a bit of “Spiritual Energy” and waited patiently for a while, and soon, there was a luxuriant bunch of green before her.

She wielded the sickle, quickly bundling up quite a few, stacking them high on the back seat.

Seeing as there was still time, she braved the glaring sun to check on the vegetable garden–

The cucumbers were ripe, so she picked two and ate them on the spot!

Holding a cucumber in each hand, she twisted them in opposite directions. The slightly prickly roughness on the surface came off with the twisting motion, and then she nonchalantly slapped them against her body to clean off any residue…

Tsk, not in the least bit like a “Fairy.”

Once her hands felt refreshing, she bit into the cucumber with a “crunch,” the instant coolness permeating her mouth and throat, as if infused with the fresh scent of cucumber.

She chomped it down quickly and, glancing down, saw Sanbao and Sibao looking up at her with eager eyes.

Well, these two greedy dogs.

They certainly hadn’t skimped on the garden’s produce.

She laughed, stuffing the remaining cucumber ends into their mouths, one each, then turned and plucked two more cucumbers from the trellis, “Take your time eating. Find a place to rest when it gets too hot.”

She then turned to look at the eggplants in the field.

Some of the green eggplants were ripe, while the purple ones still needed a bit more time. The little bok choy was all sold out, just two rows left, eaten and replaced on the spot, supplying their own home.

As for the pepper seedlings planted earlier, they were now thriving and lush, with blossoming white flowers and budding green peppers prolific and flourishing, ready for picking, though the yield wasn’t large yet.

And then there were the yardlong beans.

Goodness, these things grew like there was no tomorrow, long and trailing like hair, a big bunch with just a casual pull.

However, Song Tan didn’t plan to sell these vegetables directly. She wanted Seventh Uncle to take the lead and get everyone to help pickle the yardlong beans for sale.

And get some more dried cowpea, for a meat stew when winter comes…

Just thinking about it made my mouth water profusely.

Over here, Old Li was pacing back and forth in the rice paddies with his hands behind his back, admiring the rice that had grown so vigorously – the grains were plump and the fields were lush and green.

When the breeze blew, waves of green spread across the fields, filling Old Li with joy; he even dreamed about the rice blooms.

“Tantan,” he said with some experience, “you planted the rice early, and it has grown surprisingly well… I reckon, by June it can be harvested.”

“Alright, I’ll arrange for someone to come with a harvester then.”

Song Tan replied just as briskly.

“You young lady, you really don’t know how to save money.”

Old Li chided her: “With just these two fields, why hire a harvester? Get the men in your family to swing their sickles, and it can all be done in one day!”

Song Tan: …

After all, we’re not short on money, right?

Why suffer in the scorching summer heat?

“Grandpa Li,” she said with a smile, “if my family is working the fields, I’m afraid you won’t be able to resist joining in. It’s so hot these days; if you got heatstroke again, I wouldn’t know how to explain it.”

“No worries, I’ll arrange for the harvester to come. If you’re truly concerned about the expense, you can pick up any leftover rice ears from the field and deal with them yourself, I won’t interfere.”

Old Li instantly brightened up: “Really? You’d give them to me?”

“Yes!”

How many rice ears could possibly be picked from two fields!

But Old Li didn’t see it that way.

He had seen Song Tan’s rice paddies and vegetable garden, and he knew how delicious the produce was; if even the cucumbers grew so well, how could the rice be any less tasty?

How many kilograms could an old man like him eat in a year?

“Alright,” he chuckled, “I’ll pick up the rice ears, and you don’t have to bring rice to my house anymore. That’ll be enough to eat.”

Song Tan giggled without responding–whether it would be enough or not, she would decide.

Seeing that it was about time, she finished munching on the cucumber in her hand and turned onto the concrete path, revving her tricycle to head home.

Upon arriving home, she found Song Youde had laid a clean tarp on the ground and was sitting on a stool, sorting through tobacco leaves.

It’s worth mentioning that Song Tan had only cultivated about two fen (a unit of area) of tobacco, but thanks to the Spiritual Energy, the plants grew exceptionally robust, yielding what could be considered the pinnacle of output that others might achieve only with perfect water and fertilizer management–

a total of 600 jin (a unit of weight) of tobacco leaves!

These 600 jin of tobacco leaves, once cured in the barn, would amount to about 200 jin of cured tobacco.

Song Youde walked with a spring in his step, feeling like he had found treasure!

At the moment, he was holding a few golden-yellow cured tobacco leaves, then pinching the central stem of each leaf and deftly stripping the leaf from either side with a tug, leaving just the bare stem to put aside.

He was obviously extremely adept at this, and within a few swift motions, a small pile of tobacco leaves had accumulated beside him.

Song Tan stood watching for a moment: “What are you going to do with that?”

Song Youde, full of cheer and anticipation: “I’ve run out of tobacco to smoke, so I’m cutting some to use right away.”

Sure enough.

When it came to tobacco, her Grandpa was as enthusiastic as one could get.

Look, he wasn’t even concerned about the sizable stack of rushes on the seat of the vehicle now.

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