Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 403 - Chapter 403 403. Worker Worker Spirit_1

Chapter 403: 403. Worker, Worker Spirit_1 Chapter 403: 403. Worker, Worker Spirit_1 To be fair, Song Tan wasn’t quite cut out for business.

When others sold tea, especially Maojian, they’d see a crowd and, without a second thought, use sparkling clear glass cups to steep each variety of their own tea to showcase it.

The shape, color, taste, fragrance…

If there were few people, they’d be invited to drink directly; if there were many, the tea would be divvied up into several small cups to taste one by one… that’s the basic drill in the surrounding tea shops!

But for Song Tan, everyone got a disposable paper cup, with just a few old yellow leaves inside. It wasn’t until people started to trickle in again for tea that she reluctantly steeped a cup of the high-quality Maojian she actually sold.

The craziest part was, a bunch of old classmates actually thought Song Tan had splurged!

That is to say, the marketing wasn’t over, but the brainwashing had already worked.

In the end, with over twenty people around, she sold 11 jin of tea, and, as expected, the main customers who bought by the jin were middle-aged uncles and aunties!

And Wa Qianqian… poor rich Qianqian, now stripped of her wealth, couldn’t even afford the tea anymore no matter how fragrant it was!

Then, incidentally, she was ignored by Song Tan.

Song Tan did some quick math–goodness, today’s sales almost hit 200,000!

She breathed a sigh of relief and decided she had to sell some green pepper beef sauce tonight to round out the total!

Meanwhile, upstairs, Qiaoqiao was hesitating to speak as she kept looking at Wu Lei, once, twice, thrice…

“What are you looking at?” Wu Lei grumbled.

At this moment, everyone was full and satisfied, and Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping were huddled together, focusing on the online store’s sales, while also reworking the tea’s sales pitch according to Song Tan’s requirements.

And weary Wu Lei, still bothered by the lunch ordeal, was now sprawled on the sofa feeling down.

But… Qiaoqiao just kept staring at him.

After a moment’s hesitation, she said, “Leilei, you came back and didn’t shower or change clothes before lying on the sofa, so you have to take off the cover to wash it clean this month.”

Wu Lei: !!!

He felt as if he’d been punched, and jumping up, he indeed saw traces of the rice field–and even a grain of rice–on the cream-gray sofa.

At that moment, he was somewhat at a loss for words.

What was he to say? Before coming here, his greatest discomfort was that his parents didn’t support buying a house, and he was determined to give Lili a better life!

He had stayed at his aunt’s house as a kid–eating, sleeping, playing, never lifting a finger to work.

Now that he was all grown up and could help with things, Wu Lei had braced himself to contribute.

But he had never imagined that these people… seemed really serious!

No sooner had he entered than he was put to work cutting rice, served only two dishes for lunch, and now lying on the sofa meant considering cleaning it…

He was not here as a relative!

He was a worker!!

This realization hurt more than the prospect of washing the sofa cover, and Wu Lei instantly lost all energy, plunking back down onto the sofa.

Then he looked at Qiaoqiao: “Didn’t you also cut rice this morning? Aren’t you tired?”

Tired? Far from it! Qiaoqiao’s cheeks were as pale as ever, with only two red patches from the sun that had not yet faded.

But her eyes gleamed, as if brimming with endless energy.

Qiaoqiao pondered for a moment, then began counting on her fingers: “But I would have had to do chores anyway–feeding the pigs, chickens, Big Wang, Dabao, Big White, helping with cooking, and picking vegetables from the garden.”

“But today with Leilei here, those tasks were done by Dad, Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma. Qiaoqiao just had to cut rice and do the live stream, it’s been really easy!”

Having said that, she spread her arms wide: “Leilei, you’ll have to work hard to make money! Even though it’s stressful, Qiaoqiao is stressed too! The future of Sister, Big Wang and the others is on my shoulders!”

“If I don’t earn a bit more, they won’t have enough to eat!”

Wu Lei: …

Just then, Xin Jun pushed the door open and, hearing this, also felt helpless–such things could be said occasionally, but one couldn’t always have this mindset.

“Qiaoqiao,” Xin Jun called him, “come, let’s learn about wage calculations and at the same time how to feed a few treasures with your salary, all right?”

Alright! Alright!!!

Qiaoqiao nodded vigorously like a pounding garlic, and under Xin Jun’s guidance, he soon began to figure out for himself how to check the prices of dog food and various types of meat…

Learning slacker Wu Lei: …

Forget it, let destruction take its course, for a working stiff has no future.

Wuu wuu wuu Lili, nowadays, only you (and the house) are my pillars of strength!

A year later, he would be transformed, using the down payment his dad gave him to buy the best-value property in Ning City!

Then, the two of them would pay off the loan together, inseparately … how romantic!

…

With all the commotion upstairs and downstairs, the lunch break quickly slipped away.

The students, now spirited and no longer feeling stuffed, trembled a little as they reached for their phones, thinking of the money just spent.

Only the two aunties remained calm–just kidding, they had bought someone’s graphite far-infrared microcurrent massage bed, one mattress costing seventeen thousand!

When Song Tan passed by and heard the conversation! …

Goodness, she had been conservative, hadn’t she?!

Since that’s the case–

“Has everyone rested well? If so, let’s go back to the field. After three o’clock in the afternoon, the big tree nearby will provide some shade.”

“Alright! Alright!” the classmates chuckled, “Are we cutting rice again? I can’t cut anymore.”

Song Tan also started laughing, “Oh my, you call that cutting rice? You were clearly messing around … Don’t worry, as promised, I’ll cook new rice for you to taste tonight, you’ll have to thresh and hull it anyway.”

The classmates, remembering the disarrayed grain in the field and the neat rows others had when cutting rice, couldn’t help but blush at this moment…

“Ahem!” In the critical moment, the class president’s thick skin came to the rescue, “How can it be messing around? Clearly, we came for inspiration.”

“Fine! Leaders who came for inspiration, get moving to the thresher on the side of the field!”

This thresher did indeed have a few years on it.

Over so many years, no one in the village had farmed, and it was fortunate Song Youde had a good memory, knowing the homes of the villagers from back then …

After asking a few families, he managed to borrow it. To the old classmates, it was indeed an eye-opener.

Eager to try, the class president was about to throw rice into it but was stopped by a gesture from Song Tan:

“Hold on. The rice needs to be sun-dried before it can be hulled. If you keep this up, we’ll really have nothing to eat tonight.”

The class president immediately fell silent.

Shortly after, the former curiosity bubbled up again:

“Wait a minute, you said the rice had to be dried before it could be hulled. Can it dry properly in half a day? Will we really be able to eat it tonight?”

Song Tan had already thought about that question!

“Don’t worry. Everyone, first take this plastic tarp and spread it over the field ridge, then pick a bundle of rice, shake it on the tarp.”

“I know, I know!” someone interjected, “After shaking it, we also need to beat it, so that the rice can fall off as quickly as possible, right?”

Technically speaking, there’s nothing wrong with that …