Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 410 - Chapter 410 410. Do you sell rice_1

Chapter 410: 410. Do you sell rice?_1 Chapter 410: 410. Do you sell rice?_1 Seventh Grandma shook her head, “I just love that sticky fried rice.”

Song Tan was not fussy, “All right, after we’ve leased the mountain land next year and have more fields, we’ll plant whatever we want to eat.”

“We could even plant two mu of millet.”

“And wheat, we should plant more this winter.”

“Right, Seventh Uncle, there are also sorghum and corn planted at the foot of the back mountain. If you don’t feel like eating coarse grains, we can use them to brew alcohol.”

“Sure!”

Grain alcohol, especially home-brewed, Seventh Uncle absolutely adored it!

He nodded continuously, “Look at you, if I had known you had this knack for farming, I would’ve lent you some capital when you first leased Bags Mountain. With a bit more from me, you could’ve leased even more.”

Song Tan smiled, “That wouldn’t do.”

Not to mention, initially investing 60,000 yuan from their own family savings for farming, she could hear Song Sancheng and his wife sighing all night.

Besides, they didn’t have that many hands to start with!

Song Tan pondered, “Once I sign the contract with the village, after the new year, Secretary Xiaozu said he’d help me out, see if any of the young people returning to the village would like to stay and farm.”

That way, they’d have more hands-on deck.

This conversation brought out Seventh Uncle’s worries–about his son…

Forget it.

Seventh Uncle forced himself to calm down, he who would care for him in his old age was right in front of him; he couldn’t get too greedy.

When people get greedy, in the end, they end up with nothing.

Meanwhile, Wu Lan gathered all the rice husks she had swept up earlier into a pile, then lifted them with the familiar big red plastic bucket and headed towards the back mountain:

“Mom, are you going to feed the pigs? Let me do it, you take a rest,” Song Tan quickly called out.

“No need!”

Wu Lan waved her hand dismissively, “These aren’t a lot of rice husks, we’ll prepare for pillow stuffing tomorrow. I’ll take these to feed the chickens.”

In the past, their pillows at home were all stuffed with these things!

Song Tan declined politely, “No, thank you!”

Pillows stuffed with rice husks were just like buckwheat hull pillows, prone to mold and bugs if not turned and sunned regularly, and she wasn’t that diligent.

Wu Lan also laughed, “We’re not short on pillows at home, why would I do that? I was just teasing you–alright, have a rest, I’m going to feed the chickens.”

The chicks had been raised for a few months now, and next month they might even start laying eggs. She could leave the rice husks for them to scratch and play with, which could also serve as nests for laying eggs.

She left with an easy gait; the somewhat short and plump figure from before had slimmed down without her noticing, looking much more agile and her complexion rosier than before.

Even… during the busy farming season, she now had spare time to play with the grown-up children.

Watching her retreating figure, Song Tan once again felt that staying in her hometown to farm was the best decision ever.

…

The rice was steaming in the pot, the wooden lid barely containing the tantalizing aroma.

After drinking the rice soup, everyone broke out in a comfortable sweat and couldn’t help but go out to sniff a couple of times, afterwards gulping down tea with ravenous hunger–

Well, now their stomachs felt even emptier, rumbling with gurgling sounds.

Sitting there, their saliva wouldn’t stop spreading.

As dusk approached, Song Sancheng and Song Youde merrily brought back several baskets full of rice grains using his electric bike. Meanwhile, Wu Lei trudged back, head hanging, shoulders slumped, staggering step by step like an aged zombie…

“Is it about time to start eating?”

The classmates in the living room sprang up from their deathbed-like lethargy, pressed against the window!

Exhausted and famished, Wu Lei had no idea of the great expectations everyone had for him.

This afternoon, he suffered tremendously, and now numbly returned to the yard. After setting down the sickle, he clung to the staircase railing and climbed straight up to the third floor.

Song Tan even asked, “Brother Wu Lei, should we bring your meal up to you?”

He wanted to raise his hand and say yes but felt as if his arms and back were about to break, at this moment he could only respond in a low voice with tears brimming.

Let alone anything else, right now he just wanted to enjoy a clean wash, then dive into bed and sleep through oblivion.

If possible, it would be even better not to wash at all.

But never mind, he couldn’t risk looking shabby in front of Qiaoqiao.

…

Meanwhile, Seventh Uncle was busily mixing the remaining few cold dishes, and finally, dinner was ready!

No one wasted another minute in false modesty; they promptly sat down in the dining room!

At this point, it was just short of banging bowls awaiting rice.

Song Youde initially said he’d come to eat the next day, but the aroma of the rice rooted him to the spot. Song Tan had no choice but to call Qiaoqiao to bring Grandma over as well–there was a separate table for the family in the kitchen which didn’t really affect anything.

Clutching his rice bowl, Song Tan intended to join his old classmates in the dining room to display the hospitality of a host, yet upon entering, he saw everyone had already started eating!

All the courteous chat before the meal, the lively conversations during the meal, and the toasting with drinks…

All were absent.

Instead, everyone was head down, slurping up their food. Was this a dining room?

It clearly looked more like a pigsty!

But…it was quite nice.

Song Tan too sat down joyfully and took a big, satisfying bite of rice–so white, so fragrant, so tasty!

Sitting beside him was the class president who, while eating, was sniffling, “Song Tan, oh Song Tan, your life’s so good, why were you so low-key in school? If you’d just mentioned your home cooking tasted this good, would it have been okay for me to come over and be your live-in son-in-law?”

“Don’t worry, there won’t be any ‘Return of the Dragon King’ three years later, sniff sniff…”

“I wouldn’t dare!” Song Tan laughed heartily, “Otherwise, your parents might come knocking on my door.”

In their small place, the elderly took such matters very seriously.

The female classmate beside him was also eating with a mix of satisfaction and tears, “Exactly! If I knew your home food was this delicious, I would definitely have become your sworn sister in school! We could have eaten together, lived together, slept together, and come back to your house…”

Meanwhile, Wa Qianqian had wolfed down half a bowl of rice before reluctantly regaining her composure, then haughtily “hmphed”:

“Song Tan, I want to buy 20 pounds of this rice when I leave, just tell me how much it costs.”

She’ll just ask her dad for more money if needed.

Song Tan was taken aback, then looked at Qianqian, who had recovered her wealthy composure, and sighed with regret, “It won’t work, the rice hasn’t been harvested yet.”

“Besides, you saw how much rice we planted this year, just a bit. With our family having many mouths to feed and all capable eaters, we barely have enough for ourselves, so we’re not selling any at all.”

At these words, the entire table fell silent as if struck by a bolt out of the blue!

After a long while, the class president’s eyes welled up with tears, “You’re really not selling any?”

“Really not possible.”

Song Tan shook his head helplessly, “Just think about it, how much can we get from just two mu of land? And look at the amount you all eat; our family eats that much too. There just isn’t enough!”

A group of people who had never farmed, even though they might not understand much, reckoned in their minds and knew they ate no small amount in one meal.

But…but this rice is so delicious, sniff sniff!

In an instant, everyone felt the same agony.

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