Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 334 - Chapter 334 334. Do you not like it _1

Chapter 334: 334. Do you not like it? _1 Chapter 334: 334. Do you not like it? _1 There are too many things to feed, and that’s what worries me.

Seventh Uncle quickly said, “You all have big appetites; I think each person should have a whole melon. How much rind could we possibly use in cooking?”

“Besides, if worst comes to worst, I can just thinly slice off the outer green rind and chop it up to feed them as is.”

Goodness! Now that’s not wasting anything at all!

But Qiaoqiao hesitated a bit:

“But then, if Dabao gets to eat watermelon and the others don’t, that’s just not fair.”

The reason why Song Qiaoqiao could swim like a fish in water among the several treasures was precisely because of these eight words: “Equal favor, fair and just.”

“No worries,” Song Tan soothed him, “you don’t need to go call Secretary Xiaozu. I’ll just send her a message.”

“If the heat doesn’t bother you, you can pick a couple more melons from the mountain to share with the treasures–ah, right, for the fifth, sixth, and seventh treasures, only give them a little. They really don’t work properly; they need to be motivated, not indulged.”

“Okay!”

Qiaoqiao indeed cheered up.

Only Song Youde still felt a bit embarrassed: “Secretary Xiaozu, we call her affectionately, but after all, she’s the Party Secretary. Just sending a message to call her over seems too casual, not quite proper…”

Song Tan pondered for a moment: “That’s true, so I won’t say anything.”

She dug out the photo of the watermelon she had taken on the mountain and sent it straight over.

The next moment, you could almost see the exclamation marks from Secretary Xiaozu’s screen flying out–

[The watermelon is ripe?! I’m coming over now!!!!]

“See,” Song Tan said with a sweet smile to Song Youde:

“Grandpa, that was respectful enough, right?”

Song Youde: …

…

Secretary Xiaozu, as if she had been hit with a powerful summoning spell, clicked once and rushed over.

It was hot, so she wore a loose short-sleeved shirt and ordinary long pants, her hair sloppily tied up.

Upon entering the yard, she called out with vigor, “Is the watermelon ripe?”

“It’s ripe.” Song Tan didn’t even lift her head.

“Where’s Grandpa Song?” Truly making herself at home, she swung a plastic bag and waltzed into the main room:

“Grandpa Song, look what I brought you? Special supply cigarettes! Next time you have a banquet at home, distribute one to each person around the table, wow! You’ll be the shiniest old man at the entire feast!”

“Shiny or not shiny, what’s that?”

Song Youde was quite resistant.

He had exchanged two jins of tobacco leaves for those, which really pained his heart!

But as much as it hurt, his hand didn’t hesitate to receive the cigarettes, now examining the pack over and over:

“This is the special supply? I’ve never seen it before…”

Then, he wrapped it again in the plastic bag with care: “I’ll keep it aside for now, can’t let it get damp.”

Secretary Xiaozu, chuckling to herself, thought: If there’s a one and a two, how hard could a three be? It’s all about perseverance.

She, Xiaozu, had plenty of time and appetite!

However…

“Where’s the watermelon?”

She strolled around the yard; chili sauce production was on pause for the midday, but the air still hung with an inescapable chili fragrance.

She sniffed gently, her appetite immediately rising.

But after making a round, she still saw no sign of the watermelon–

No way?

“You’ve only been gone for a few minutes and you’ve already finished gnawing on the rind?”

Zhang Yanping was sitting on the porch, resting her cheek in her hand, looking like a wife waiting for her husband to return from sea. Hearing this, she listlessly said, “It’s still soaking in the well.”

“Actually, I don’t mind if the melon isn’t cool enough, as long as it’s sweet enough…” he murmured to himself.

Secretary Xiaozu subconsciously swallowed, “Actually, I don’t mind either–is the watermelon tasty?”

“Delicious!”

Zhang Yanping perked up, “I have never tasted a melon as delicious as this in my entire life!”

“Secretary Xiaozu, why don’t you buy a few? Today, Tantan isn’t asking for much, 20 yuan a jin.”

This melon that would soon flood the streets–at 20 yuan a jin now? Zu Jun thought to herself how expensive that was!

But!

Who called her grandfather wealthy?

Especially wealthy recently! Not hurting for money!

Then she also asked, “Can these melons be shipped by express delivery? If they can, I’ll buy 20 of them upfront.”

Song Tan thought for a moment, “Express delivery is possible; I can pick out some ripe ones that aren’t too overbearing for you.”

She thought for a moment, “I’m going to the city this afternoon to sell watermelons, so I can take your melons and ship them. Just give me the address.”

“Sure!” Zu Jun agreed readily, “Pick out a few big ones for me in the afternoon.”

Waiting impatiently, with yearning eyes, Qiao finally came back from the mountain, and by then more than half an hour had passed.

Noting that it was almost time to make lunch, Zhang Yanping could no longer hold her patience, “How much longer do we have to soak them in the well?”

“The well water flows slowly…” Seventh Uncle subconsciously added, and then thought for a moment, “It should be about ready.”

The heat of summer had not yet set in, so the temperature wasn’t that extreme.

As soon as he said this, without needing Song Tan to get up, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, two big men, ran faster than rabbits!

Their target–the well!

The two men came back huffing and puffing with two baskets, their clothes and trousers all wet.

But in the summer, just let them dry in the yard with a breeze, and no one really cared that they were wet.

Everyone sat around the square table in the courtyard like kindergarteners waiting for fruit distribution.

The taste of this watermelon was so good that Seventh Uncle didn’t even use his ordinary kitchen knives; instead, he took out a long watermelon knife from his own knife rack.

He picked a large one, washed it, and barely touched the watermelon rind with the blade when there was a familiar “crack” sound and the melon obediently split open.

He laughed, “Tantan, these melons of yours are all quite well-behaved.”

Song Youde also began to smile, “Tantan, when you go to the city this afternoon to deliver the melons, make sure to lay down a thick layer of straw underneath. Otherwise, I’m worried they might explode in the truck with a bump.”

Song Tan imagined the scene and felt a tingle on her scalp.

Wu Lan pondered, “When you take them over, don’t sell them all, leave three or five. Send them to grandmother’s house on your way back; it’s been quite a while since we last visited.”

“Okay!”

There was always work to do at home every day, and although it was not as busy as spring, there was no time to idle.

Besides, her uncle’s family was also busy picking tea leaves and the like. During the busy farming season, no one had the leisure to visit relatives. Song Tan agreed without hesitation.

Then she looked at Zhang Yanping, “Are you coming with me to the city this afternoon? I’m going to give a few melons to my aunt.”

Zhang Yanping shuddered, reminded again of the terror of being nagged and ordered around by his mother. At the moment, while stuffing his mouth full of watermelon, he frantically shook his head, splattering juice almost to Xin Jun’s arm, who disgustedly pulled his stool farther away.

“I’m not going!” He resisted. “You go and deliver the melons, but please, don’t stop to chat! Otherwise, once you start talking, you can run away, but I’ll have to answer my mom’s phone calls…”

Zhang Yanping was apprehensive.

Zu Jun, however, looked at him, noticed the sturdy arms on his dark-skinned face, and then thoughtfully said,

“I think you’re quick-witted and strong-bodied–with these advantages, you’d do well in a civil service job in the countryside. Why don’t you try for it? Is it because you dislike it?”

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