Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 362 - Chapter 362 362. I really like _1

Chapter 362: 362. I really like _1 Chapter 362: 362. I really like _1 “Secretary Xiaozu, having you here to bear witness today is great. Just in case someone accuses our family of being heartless and taking advantage, having you to vouch for us will spare us from getting slandered and wronged for no good reason.”

This was Song Tan’s purpose all along.

“No problem.”

Secretary Xiaozu held up his mobile phone and then pointed towards the courtyard entrance–

Outside the courtyard, a dozen or so villagers had quietly gathered at some point.

“I was picking cucumbers in the field earlier, and Old Master Li happened to be there too. When he heard your family was being bullied, he insisted on calling a crowd over.”

“Oh dear!” She was somewhat embarrassed, “I’m sorry for bringing our family troubles out into the open.”

As Qiaoqiao moved the stools, the group had already skillfully gathered under the shade of the wall.

As for the previous explosive news, Brother Xiaozhang had animatedly relayed it all.

Whether she bore witness or not, it was essentially the same.

Song Dafang looked at the line of villagers with their varying gazes, then at the blushing faces of Song Youde and Song Sancheng. At that moment, he felt “boom,” as if he himself had caught fire!

Afterward, he dashed straight to the car door.

Mao Li was just about to get into the car, the door not yet properly shut, when she heard the ignition key turn, and the car took off with its battered windscreen!

…

Ah.

Song Tan clicked her tongue with some regret, “He’s gone just like that? Without even staying for lunch. How embarrassing.”

Secretary Xiaozu kept a straight face as he watched her, then suddenly burst into laughter, “That’s enough, the whole village knows about his antics now. Even if he wants to clear his name, he can’t. It’s best to quit while ahead.”

Song Tan hurriedly and respectfully offered him a cup of tea:

“Yes, Secretary Zhu today is just like Lord Qingtian; we’ll listen to whatever you say.”

Director Zhu also coyly crossed his legs and took the cup of tea leisurely, puffing air into it with an air of authority.

Then, he suddenly asked, “If Director Zhu comes out with two bottles of liquor, will you bribe with two pounds of tobacco leaves again?”

Song Tan’s face changed instantly, and she dragged a stool to sit in front of him, lowering her voice, “Keep it down! My grandpa still hasn’t recovered from last time! It hasn’t been that long, and you want more? That tobacco is for smoking, not for making noodles!”

Secretary Xiaozu frowned and complained mournfully, “You have no idea about the pressure I’m under right now…”

Every day I wake up to unread messages from new grandpas. How exactly did my own grandfather go about boasting? I can’t handle it!

While this was happening, Song Sancheng had a hard time dealing with the nosy villagers crowding around, leaving his parents to deal with the aftermath. Then, clutching the bouquet, he struggled to make his way over to Song Tan:

“Tantan, you still haven’t said who gave you these flowers.”

He truly hadn’t forgotten his original intention.

“Why would he give such a beautiful bouquet for no reason?”

Secretary Xiaozu, with his sharp eyes, immediately focused on the card behind the bouquet, suddenly looking like the village matchmaker aunties sizing up a situation, “It couldn’t be a suitor, could it? The flowers are quite nicely matched! Young people are so romantic!”

The colors are fresh yet brilliantly extravagant–aesthetic indeed!

The way he put it, you’d think he wasn’t a peer.

Song Tan gave him a look that said it all, then took the bouquet and looked down at it–

Hey, why does it seem to have traces of lingering Spiritual Energy?

Although they are much poorer than the stuff in his field, but…

She leaned in closer to smell–it had a familiar scent. Apart from the fragrance of the flowers, there was also a hint of… tobacco.

She laughed, thinking that her life-saving benefactor was indeed unconventional. What was he doing with tobacco leaves? Why did they even scent the flowers?

Looking at the card in her hand, she saw–

[Thank you for the special product; I liked it very much.]

Secretary Xiaozu also saw it and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Nice handwriting! Was this written by the flower shop or the person themselves?”

Song Tan confidently said, “Written by themselves.”

“Look at these flowers; they don’t look like the perfectly straight bar-shaped ones from the flower shop. Instead, they seem more casual, clearly cut from someone’s own garden.”

And they even used the tobacco she had given them, so it must be from their own crop.

Quite tastefully done.

Secretary Xiaozu eyed her suspiciously, but then, looking again at the strong and graceful handwriting, nodded in satisfaction, “Not bad.”

These words, sounding as if he were appraising a son-in-law, made Song Sancheng’s heart sour. But why he felt sour, he didn’t know.

But Song Tan just laughed.

Very good, refreshing. The flowers are beautiful too.

And considering her life so far, this was actually the first time she had ever received fresh flowers–worthy of a post in the friends’ circle!

Also, this bunch of flowers had infuriated her great-uncle, prompting her father to smash a window with imposing fury–

Hey, thinking about it this way made the flowers seem even more precious!

So she called out joyfully, “Grandpa, can you make me a bamboo tube to hold the flowers? Look how beautiful they are!”

The moisture-proof packaging at the bottom was a bit sloppy, though.

Only Song Sancheng, still without his question answered, grumbled as he followed behind:

“What do you want a bamboo tube for? Wouldn’t one of Grandpa’s wine bottles cleaned out do? Or even a chili sauce jar!”

“Not at all, not at all!”

Secretary Xiaozu hurried to intervene, “Uncle, these flowers look so nice. If you put them in a chili sauce jar, they’ll be all lopsided, unevenly cut. What’s there to see?”

Song Youde was feeling unhappy in his heart.

Anyone with an unfilial eldest son who would rather break off relations than give a helping hand to his family would probably feel the same.

But he didn’t want to hear the comforts of everybody, he just wanted to sit in silence.

Now, with this request from Song Tan, he eagerly agreed:

“Alright, I’ll saw a couple for you right now.”

…

Only after the courtyard had emptied did Sun Shouping open the car door and bring the three dogs down.

“Just now with all the people packed together in a crowd, I was afraid my dogs might scare someone–glad they’re gone.”

He wiped the sweat from his brow and then asked eagerly, “Tantan, are you free? It’s not easy for William and the others to come from so far away. Why don’t we go up the mountain now and check on the treasures?”

The three dogs were William the Casro, the General the Doberman, and another treasure was a Mastiff.

Look at them, with their genuine leather collars and shiny brass buckles; the dogs’ coats were glossy and well cared for. They were panting with a “huff huff” as they curiously yet obediently surveyed this unfamiliar setting.

Sun Shouping looked at her expectantly, “Let’s go, together. Otherwise, without you, I’m afraid they won’t cooperate. It would be bad if they start fighting.”

Honestly, Song Tan appreciated such fine animals, but–

“First take them to the vegetable garden to have Sibao take a look. And remind him that if he doesn’t like them, I’m…”

“I know, I know! You’ve said that several times already.”

Song Tan sighed helplessly, then looked at Song Sancheng, still frowning in thought at the flowers, at Song Youde preparing to head to the bamboo grove with a machete, and at Wu Lan and Wang Lifan with smiles brought by Qiaoqiao’s coaxing…

As well as at Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping, busy cleaning up the tea cups in the courtyard…

Well!

Right now, she was probably the one with the least to do.

“Alright, alright, to the vegetable garden first!”