Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 330 - Chapter 330 330. The watermelon is ripe_1

Chapter 330: 330. The watermelon is ripe_1 Chapter 330: 330. The watermelon is ripe_1 Whether the surprise of the Imperial City would last, no one could say at the moment.

But Qiaoqiao’s surprise had certainly started in the melon field.

Early in the morning, after feeding his increasingly plump pigs and sharing a moment of affection with Big Wang and Big White, and even having a brief touch with Daxiong while descending the hill, he finally completed this short bout of work.

By the time he had spread his kindness evenly to Dabao, Erbao, Sanbao, Sibao, and including the not yet fully disciplined Wubao, Liubao, Qibao, and even Datian, the sun had already begun to blaze fiercely.

However, for Qiaoqiao, this wasn’t a problem at all.

His cheeks were rosy, his short black hair faintly glistened with sweat, and his skin was snowy white, looking absolutely radiant in the sun.

Zhang Yanping, growing increasingly dark and strong, couldn’t hide his jealousy and could only humph, “Little brat, smelling of milk like that.”

Xin Jun, who was sitting aside leisurely preparing for today’s lesson, overheard and replied at a relaxed pace, “Some people, ugly in looks, are also ugly at heart. They get jealous as soon as they see someone better-looking.”

Zhang Yanping’s eyes narrowed, his murderous intent suddenly palpable:

“Teacher Xin, I heard you told your mom you came here to make some purchases, how long have you been here? What have you actually bought?”

Xin Jun: …So frustrating! Bringing up exactly what shouldn’t be mentioned. Now that his shopping lie had been seen through by his mom, he was only staying out of sheer stubbornness, because his mom couldn’t come over and drag him back herself.

But… lose face, not the battle.

He also spoke with righteous indignation, “I mailed back wood ear mushrooms, tea, and chili sauce, what about you?”

“Did you send a bottle of that chili sauce back to your mom?”

Good heavens, would Zhang Yanping even dare to do that?

With the hot weather and tight schedule, his mom wished she could call him three times a day to bomb him, even sweetly coaxing him by saying she had the money for his training classes all ready for him, just so he’d go back to study hard and take the civil service exam, to get a job in a government unit, to secure an iron rice bowl for himself.

If possible, a position as a county head, bureau chief, or even a ministry director, she wasn’t fussy in the least!

Zhang Yanping: …

He knew his own abilities; these days, all he could do was stammer over his books, so what iron rice bowl could he speak of?

He just followed his sister around, freeloading meals and drinks. As a family, there were blood ties after all, so he probably wouldn’t starve.

After pondering this, he glanced at his own equally dark arms, then, resting his chin on his hands, he wondered–

What kind of sunscreen does Tantan use every day?

…

Actually, this situation wasn’t really Song Tan’s fault for not distributing the Spiritual Energy evenly; it’s just that the Spiritual Energy she attracted during her daily cultivation had its own ideas.

For example, Qiaoqiao absorbed more than anyone else in the family.

Zhang Yanping… despite his robust physique, when it came to attracting Spiritual Energy, he got less than a mouthful compared to others.

Besides, if one’s skin can’t become white, there’s also the issue of genetics. What could Song Tan do about it?

She could only turn a blind eye.

Meanwhile, at that moment, Zhang Wang from up the mountain, who had always been working hard, was rarely making his way down the mountain at a leisurely pace.

One of his legs was lame, and his walk was not fast, but after so many years, he was steady and reliable.

Now that he had passed his 49th day of mourning, he was less avoidant than before, but still somewhat uncomfortable, not willing to enter the courtyard, he only shouted when he reached the gate, “Tantan, I think the watermelons on the mountain are about ripe, you should take a look!”

Watermelon?!

Qiaoqiao perked up at once, his eyes sparkling, “Can they be eaten now?”

Zhang Wang looked at him with an especially tender gaze, now chuckling, “I think so. There are quite a few ripe ones, why don’t you go check?”

Qiaoqiao turned around, his eyes full of expectation as he looked at Song Tan.

He had classes today, but in such hot weather, at the mention of watermelons, everyone’s eyes were almost popping out of their heads–who could still focus on their lessons?

Song Tan waved his hand grandly, “Grab your phone, we’ll start a live stream in a bit.”

“Besides studying, you’ve also got to set aside some time for work.”

What ferocious words were these!

But the unsuspecting Qiaoqiao had already joyfully returned to her room and picked up the tripod and phone.

Leading the way, Song Tan took everyone towards the back mountain.

Now, these watermelons really didn’t know what was good for them. When the seedlings were bought, they were supposedly the smaller variety of early-harvest melons.

What a joke, the earliness was nowhere to be seen. Watermelons were already for sale in the market, and for quite a high price too, with Kirin melons costing a few bucks per pound!

With a large family at home, the last time Song Tan bought three from the market, it caused Old Song’s family such heartache.

It’s not that they couldn’t afford it, but it was just unbearable. Anyway… now that their own melons were ripe, even though they knew the price would only be higher than the Kirin melons, everyone couldn’t help but think first:

Wonder what they taste like?

Plus, this batch of early-harvest melons were, as per the seedling seller’s demonstration, supposed to be about 10-15 centimeters in diameter, or maybe even smaller.

Some were probably only as big as a Beibei pumpkin, designed to be eaten cleanly by one person in one sitting.

But grown in the Peach Forest, with Spiritual Energy not distinguishing one from another, those guys just broke through genetic barriers and kept growing!

Now each one was round and plump, stretching the rinds until the patterns were full and taut, the appearance was just too good to be true.

Zhang Wang’s family chuckled along with everyone, “These melons have grown so well.”

The vines hadn’t even been given much attention initially, and yet each vine had produced two or three melons, extraordinary!

And each one grew up fine.

As he pondered, he also felt puzzled, “I didn’t use any special fertilizer this year… How come the kudzu on the neighboring hill isn’t looking this good?”

Song Tan, unembarrassed by the comment, just kept on walking.

There was no helping it, Spiritual Energy was scarce, and she was cautious in using it, not willing to spare even a little outside her own fields.

…

The group quickly reached the back mountain where the Peach Forest was lush with leaves, each diminutive, fuzzy green peach looking plump and adorable, densely hanging amidst the branches, just looking at them made one’s mouth pucker and saliva flow.

Seventh Uncle inspected them and then mused,

“These peaches are set so closely together, don’t you need to thin them out? When you do, don’t throw them away–bring them back, and I’ll pickle them for you.”

Immediately, everyone’s mouths watered even more.

She eyed those still tender peaches, wishing she could pluck a basketful right then and there to taste the pickled green peaches.

However, the pressing matter at hand was the excessively plump and round watermelons in the field.

The warm sunlight poured down through the woods, vines spread across the entire slope, and compared to the sparseness that had allowed for live streaming before, it was now a sea of vines.

The round watermelons were piled on top of each other, and from afar, they looked like a nest of giant bird eggs, in heaps.

Zhang Wang was also puzzled, “Look at how these watermelons grow, bunching up in the sunny spots so well, and I didn’t even touch these vines.”

They were that sensible on their own!

“Are they ripe?”

Qiaoqiao had just secured the phone, and now, finding a suitable spot, set up the tripod, eagerly eyeing a round watermelon at the edge.

Seventh Uncle watched him, also asking with a chuckle,

“In such a hurry, do you know how to pick watermelons?”

Qiaoqiao made the motion of tapping a watermelon, “I do! Give it a tap, and it’ll be ripe.”

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