Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 317 - Chapter 317 317. Sanbao Sibao and Qibao_1

Chapter 317: 317. Sanbao Sibao and Qibao_1 Chapter 317: 317. Sanbao Sibao and Qibao_1 Sun Shouping took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger and disbelief:

“Even if we can’t afford meat, leftovers should be okay, right? I’m not picky at all!”

To be honest, dogs are omnivores, and a bit more meat would certainly make their lives better.

A bit less meat… that’s still fine.

With just a twenty-year lifespan or so, having a happy life is more important than anything else. He really wasn’t picky, otherwise he wouldn’t have sold the dog to Song Tan for the low price of 3000.

But this… what’s the meaning of feeding them wheat bran and rice husks?

Beside him, Zhang Yanping was still laughing nervously, “Well… there’s not that much in the way of leftovers.”

What leftovers?

Now, to ensure the dogs have enough to eat, their portions are scooped out before the humans eat; who has leftovers is still up for debate!

Besides, the dogs want to eat, the pigs want to eat too–seven pigs, eight dogs (and the three little “baos” eat no small amount, either). It ends up requiring cooking two extra pots to feed them all–honestly, it’s overwhelming.

And furthermore…

Zhang Yanping tried to explain, “They really haven’t eaten much, just a ladle mixed in with vegetable leaves each time, really not much!”

Just a couple of bites, really. Otherwise, if they only ate that, how could you raise the dogs to be so well?

Sun Shouping: …

He should be very angry.

But looking at the glossy muscles of Dabao and Erbao who were eyeing him nearby, their sleek fur…

So frustrating!

How can they be in such good shape being fed on wheat bran and rice husks?!

Seething, he descended the mountain lest his anger find no outlet.

…

Zhang Yanping quickly followed after him.

His feelings at the moment were strangely mixed, part guilty, yet also somewhat proud.

He felt guilty because he had confidently assured his good brother that he would take good care of his dogs. But now, every day, they are eating vegetable leaves and rice husks–admittedly only a small part, but still, it’s being eaten.

Compared to those other dogs that eat imported dog food or a balanced diet of raw meat, it’s definitely less impressive.

Yet, it’s precisely by eating these things that he has managed to maintain the dogs in such glossy and healthy condition, looking extraordinarily good, which inevitably gives rise to a feeling of pride.

As for Sun Shouping not speaking up, he too was entangled by this complex mindset.

The two of them quickly reached the fields.

At this moment, as he looked at the two plots of rice fields on the verge of harvest, he couldn’t help but feel a deep envy.

“Song Tan’s family grows their own rice, huh? That’s really nice!”

Thinking it over, he then looked at Zhang Yanping, “As brothers, you ought to hook me up with some rice when the time comes.”

Zhang Yanping gave a wry smile, “Do you have any idea how many mouths we have to feed at each meal? With just these two fields of rice, it’s uncertain whether it’s going to be enough.”

Like himself, two large bowls of white rice each meal, it’s become a habit of his.

Thankfully, and unexpectedly, he hasn’t gotten fat. Instead, he’s just become darker and more radiant.

The soil and water in these mountains are really unfair–Qiaoqiao and Song Tan are getting fairer and fairer, while he’s the only one getting darker and staying robust, which is reassuring when he goes out!

When it comes to doing business in the future, he won’t have the same round, chubby, amiable bun face as before, but rather the face of a debt collector.

Ah, a lack of sun protection, he sighed.

…

After hearing his words, Sun Shouping recalled the full bowl of sticky rice porridge from this morning–a truly large appetite.

At the moment, he could only abandon that thought.

Then, looking over the lush green expanse of vegetable fields: “Where are the two dogs?”

Zhang Yanping hadn’t seen them either, and could only call out loudly, “Sanbao, Sibao!”

After a while, they finally seemed to hear barking of “woof woof.”

The two of them stepped onto the field ridge, and after walking around the two patches of paddy fields, they saw Song Youde in the farthest corner of the field, next to the shade of the bamboo grove, with two dogs surrounding him, busily engaged in something.

There was also a not-so-small dog nearby, which was jumping up and down at the moment, only to be pinned down to the ground by Sanbao with one paw, getting a mouthful of mud.

Upon seeing this, Sun Shouping couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride:

“How about that? Not bad, right? Look, you can’t always buy a dog with such a good appearance and manners, even if you spend tens of thousands!”

But when he got closer, he fell silent again.

At this moment, the German Shepherd’s and Doberman’s height and weight were a size larger than when they were at the base.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was, the German Shepherd now had its head pushed low and its butt sticking high in the air, its large tail wagging, and its heavy panting could be heard along with its body moving rhythmically–

Upon closer inspection, its face was clearly brimming with joy!

What were its front paws doing?

–Digging.

An entire row of even and uniform pits had been dug out in this field.

Sun Shouping: …

Alright then.

Lots of dogs love to play in mud, and he didn’t say anything more.

But the key point was that the Doberman, one step behind, was scraping the soil on those pits dug by the German Shepherd, re-covering the pits!

This was ridiculous!

This was plainly farming!

On the side, Song Youde sat on a small stool, holding an old palm-leaf fan, fanning himself and chuckling contentedly:

“Good! Look at our Sanbao, a dab hand at farming!”

Sanbao, the German Shepherd, was splattering mud even more as he dug, covering the little Mongrel Qibao all over its head and face with dirt, which it shook off, bewildered.

“Woof!”

The Doberman looked up, its bright eyes also watching Song Youde.

Therefore, Song Youde was impartial: “And our Sibao, you’ve covered them perfectly! The corn seedlings will definitely grow exceptionally well!”

Indeed, Sanbao dug the holes, Song Youde was in charge of sprinkling two grains of corn, and Sibao covered them up again.

This shaded area of around two whole furrows was quietly observed by everyone as Song Youde lavished all sorts of praise, causing the two dogs, dizzy with flattery, to complete the farming work…

It was simply absurd.

Afterward, the old man said, “Look how hard our Bao work, they even know how to farm! Can they water the plants too?”

“Let’s see which Bao knows how?”

Good gracious, as soon as he said this, Sanbao and Sibao dashed off like they were in a race, and Qibao, though small and short-legged, was also determined and quickly followed!

However, in the end, it was still Sibao, tall and slender with strong legs, who without hesitation grasped a hose connected to the well with its big mouth, and then strode off proudly along the edge of the field.

The sparkling water splashed all along, soaking the two rows of freshly planted corn.

Sanbao gave a whimper, sat there feeling wronged, its two front paws nervously moving, before looking at Song Youde again.

At this very moment, the two dogs didn’t even spare Sun Shouping a proper glance.

Sun Shouping just watched, as if they were silly girls beguiled by a cad, puffing and panting as they completed the entire process of farming, his inner bitterness and speechlessness indescribable.

After a long silence, and seeing the watering was finished, he asked with difficulty, “What are you planting here?”

Song Youde was taken aback before Zhang Yanping hurriedly introduced, “Grandpa Song, this is the dog seller, also my classmate.”

Song Youde was indeed surprised, “Young man, did you raise these dogs? Very impressive, they are so well-behaved! You’re quite skilled!”

He praised sincerely, and then explained, “We pulled out the tobacco that was originally planted here and hadn’t decided what to plant in its place. Tantan said there was a good late-maturing variety of corn, so we thought we might as well give it a try.”