Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 387 - Chapter 387 387. Moving_1

Chapter 387: 387. Moving!_1 Chapter 387: 387. Moving!_1 For contemporary young people, Song Tan understood them all too well:

“They still have to drive over from the city, so with kids, they won’t be able to leave too early.”

Wu Lan: …

She was at a loss for words.

Then she asked, “They can’t get here by seven or eight o’clock? What kind of rice cutting experience will they get? Yesterday you said to hire people, but someone sent me a message at 5:00 AM saying they were already heading to the fields…”

In the summer, it’s hot, and farmers go to the fields at five in the morning, work until around nine or ten, and then come back. In the afternoon, they don’t head back to the fields until three or four o’clock.

When the heatwave of a summer vacation hits, you really don’t want to start until six!

So Wu Lan really couldn’t understand these people–just the idea of bringing children to cut rice seemed crazy to her.

At the same time, she complained, “If you had said earlier there would be more than 30 people, why would we need to hire anyone?”

Song Tan also laughed, “Mom, what are you thinking? These 30-plus people could work all morning and it would be impressive if they could harvest a small plot–don’t get your hopes up.”

“I invited them here purely for them to eat, drink, have fun, and incidentally buy some stuff.”

Wu Lan: …

“Only you know how to do business–don’t be too stingy, either. Otherwise, what would your classmates say about you?”

“I know.”

And at this moment, Wu Lan also remembered something, “Right, your Aunt called last night, said your cousin is coming over today to help us cut rice–he’s not much help, just consider it character building.”

When it came to this, Wu Lan felt a bit wistful: “Tantan, when you were little, your Aunt was good to us. Back then Qiaoqiao was young, and our life wasn’t easy. Your grandparents helped us out quietly, and she never said a word…”

These days some people insist that parents’ money should be evenly split among the children… But in the village, especially for Wu Lan’s generation, the saying goes that married daughters are like water splashed out.

Daughters who marry don’t share in the family property, but they are also not expected to provide for the elderly. Correspondingly, when parents quietly give support, it’s at the expense of the sons and daughters-in-law.

Considering that Aunt not only actively contributed support back then but also often borrowed money to help others and managed to keep her household harmonious, Wu Lan would be content to have Leilei come and help out, even if he didn’t work for a year.

“For that alone, if Leilei comes to work and isn’t very good at it, you’ll just have to tolerate it for a year, as a way of toughening him up.”

Wu Lan said this to mentally prepare Song Tan in advance.

However, Song Tan just laughed, “Mom, what are you saying?”

“I would be grateful to have Brother Wu Lei come and help. No matter what, he is a young man, and these days it’s not easy to hire a strong worker for two or three thousand yuan.”

Meanwhile, Zhang Yanping was busy packing up his charger and toiletries and wasn’t happy with the conversation:

“Why does he get a salary of two or three thousand when he comes? How long did I have to nag you before you started paying me 2500?”

And it wasn’t that way from the start. That mean employer was only willing to pay 1500!

Song Tan just laughed, “Brother Wu Lei will be going into the fields to cut rice, that’s hard labor… Do you want to go too?”

Zhang Yanping immediately lost his fight–

All for an extra 500 yuan? I must be crazy.

…

So, early in the morning, Song Sancheng went up the mountain to bring back the tricycle. It didn’t seem like much stuff, but after three trips back and forth, they finally managed to move the cups, teapots, and water heaters and such over.

But now everyone was relaxed, with a laptop or tablet in one hand and a bunch of chargers in the other. It was all set, ready to move into the new house!

Because of the move, breakfast was a rush-job, and everyone grabbed their personal belongings. Whistling through the cool morning breeze, they sauntered toward the new house.

Walking down the main road, turning into a side path, and circling around the bamboo forest… before me lays a flat expanse of land paved with concrete.

Underneath it is all construction waste, where nothing could grow, so it might as well be put to good use.

In fact, with the hills on either side, and the trees, bushes, and various small flowers huddled together, it didn’t feel empty at all; instead, the rustling of leaves made it seem especially lush.

Zhang Yanping was the first to express satisfaction, “This spot is so convenient for parking!”

“That’s not all!” Song Sancheng was also cheerful, “Look over there, there’s a big water tank and a faucet. Once we wash it up, we can dry rice and vegetables here… How great! No need to cram everything into the yard.”

Song Tan was also very satisfied–when the peaches ripened, they could be sorted and packed right in front of the house!

The group had witnessed the new house being built; now everything they looked at seemed good, even spending a good while admiring this plot of land, analyzing the wildflowers on either side, then turning to look at the low courtyard wall.

The courtyard wall wasn’t high, while popular village walls were one to two meters, the wall of the new house was just over a meter tall, with a same height decorative gate, purely for aesthetic purposes.

Song Sancheng initially disagreed with this point.

He thought it would be better to build it higher, with more fragments of glass and iron nails on top for reliability.

But Zhao Fangyuan, who had built many such villas, held a different view and patiently persuaded him,

“Uncle, what I’m saying is, such a wall stops gentlemen, not villains. Even if you build it over three meters high, if someone wants to get in, they can still carry a ladder over. Besides, a higher wall blocks the view from inside the yard, making the whole space feel oppressive. It’s better to have a shorter one.”

The main point is to easily check on the things drying outside.

“If you want protection, plant your Golden Sakura in the ground, with their beautiful and abundant thorns. You can also grow goji berries, and in between plant some barberries… They look good, are prickly, and you can eat them too, isn’t that great?”

“And besides, don’t you have two annex buildings on either side of your house? Why would you need such high courtyard walls?”

“There really isn’t much area that requires a courtyard wall anyway.”

That was true.

In the village, one couldn’t compare their house to a villa, especially Seventh Uncle’s big kitchen–cooking for twenty or thirty people inside the main house?

Forget it; no range hood would suffice.

There had to be a separate space.

Moreover, when it’s time to hire workers, and there’s a lot of coming and going, not to mention safety, there also has to be a spacious hall for dining, conveniently connected to the kitchen.

On the other side, with many people, wouldn’t you need to arrange for a couple more restrooms? The village also has a lot of storage needs, so an additional room was opened up just for storing things…

All things considered, there really wasn’t much space that needed to be protected by courtyard walls. Just the few meters on either side of the gate might as well have an open view.

Song Sancheng was convinced right then.

Everyone twisted open the door lock and entered the courtyard to see another flat, tidy space, with empty flower beds; it was too hot in June and July to plant anything yet.

But the house itself was brand new.

Pristine white walls, dark grey roof, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that maintained transparency and brightness without completely taking over the wall…

Zhang Yanping couldn’t help but reveal deep envy in her eyes, “Living in a house like this… tsk tsk tsk, must be so comfortable.”

“Isn’t that the truth?”

Xin Jun’s eyes brimmed with longing that seemed almost ready to spill out–he decided that once he returned to his hometown, he would also save up to build such a house!

Only Qiaoqiao thought nothing of it, simply happily dashing up the steps and pushing open the front door–

“Wow! The house is so big! So bright!”