Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 415 - Chapter 415 415. Datians Grievance_1

Chapter 415: 415. Datian’s Grievance_1 Chapter 415: 415. Datian’s Grievance_1 This was clearly a long night.

Qiaoqiao had spent the day harvesting rice and direct sowing, bustling about… So he slept especially soundly through the night.

At this moment, the faint moonlight spilled in front of the window, and as he slept on the emerald green mat that was like jade, he felt his whole body cool but not cold.

In this summer night, there was no need for air conditioning; he was comfortably covered with a small blanket.

A gentle breeze came through the window, and occasionally in the quiet valley one could hear the call of an unidentifiable bird, while the tall walls blocked all troubles from the mountains beyond…

He lay there, his belly rising and falling slightly, just as sweet and soundly asleep as Datian in the cardboard box at the foot of the bed, who had grown increasingly plump and soft.

But at that moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight on the windowsill!

The next moment, there was a soft scratching sound on the screen, as Datian in the box struggled to roll over and then carefully clutched the edge of the box, his beady eyes looking out–

However, he saw nothing.

He turned around in the box twice and finally stuffed two handfuls of rice grains into his cheeks, then went back to sleep contentedly.

At this time, a slit had already been made in the screen, and a grey, patchy figure squeezed through and quickly disappeared beneath the windowsill.

It wasn’t long before another identical figure followed.

One after another, there were about a dozen of them!

Inside the house, they moved along the base of the wall like rats, mysterious in their progress, and then unanimously targeted the ordinary cardboard box.

Datian woke up abruptly in his sleep!

When he opened his eyes, he saw that a circle of grey squirrels had climbed onto the box!

“Squeak–!!!”

He let out a pitiful cry, thinking it earth-shattering, but he was only a hamster, after all!

At that moment, not even Qiaoqiao’s breathing was disturbed.

About a dozen grey squirrels stared at the thick layer of rice grains in the box, their eyes filled with nothing but happiness and surprise, and without a word started stuffing their cheeks frantically.

Datian was frantic, darting left and right, squeaking continuously, but Qiaoqiao slept on without showing the slightest sign of waking.

So much so that the chubby hamster finally shrank into a corner of the box, only managing to cover his round cheeks with teary eyes…

The next morning, the small rooster in the backyard, not yet fully majestic, was especially dutiful in sounding its crow.

Qiaoqiao had a good night’s dream and was happily rolling in bed. Hearing some noise downstairs, he got up as well.

Out of habit, he glanced into the box–

“Huh?” Qiaoqiao squatted down curiously, inspecting the box from left to right: “Datian, a whole bowl of rice, did you eat it all in one night? Or did you really dig a hole and hide it away?”

He looked nervously around the room, but–That was eaten too cleanly, right!

He picked up Datian’s plump body, gave it a squeeze with his hand, and then shook it upside down–

“Puff puff puff–”

Three white grains of rice fell out, which were all that Datian had managed to protect from the covetousness of more than a dozen squirrels the night before.

But Qiaoqiao was unaware of this.

He just poked Da Tian’s cheeks with a finger and laughed heartily, “Datian, you are so silly! No one is competing with you, don’t overeat and hurt your belly.”

Soon Qiaoqiao found a reason for Datian: “Are you still growing? That’s a bit too much eating, you know, look at how fat you are…”

As he spoke, he saw that Datian still had glossy fur, a soft body, and everything like his mood–not too high (Qiaoqiao guessed this was because he had overeaten)–was fine.

He could only sigh as deeply as an adult, “You kid, why are you so greedy? Eating too much is not good for digestion. I won’t feed you today.”

With that, he turned and went into the bathroom.

Datian stayed curled up in the box, his cheeks so swollen that he could only let out an extremely weak–

“Squeak!”

With that faint syllable, a bellyful of grievances was conveyed.

…

No one knew the heartache of Datian.

However, the next day, Lao Song’s family was busy again.

Qiaoqiao was bustling about with her usual tasks, while Song Sancheng and Song Youde were responsible for pouring out the rice harvested the day before to dry in the courtyard–

In Song Tan’s memory, it was an easy job that simply required her to play with her things while keeping an eye on the rice, turning it over with a rake or barefoot every now and then.

But not today.

The entire courtyard, filled with golden rice, attracted birds that perched densely on the walls, eaves, corridors, and tree branches.

They acted as if they were on a mission to live by the creed, “Even if I eat just a mouthful of rice, I’d be satisfied as a ghost.”

“These damn birds are too cunning!”

Seventh Uncle was beyond annoyed, “These birds, I swear, if you place a winnowing basket over them, you could catch a dozen in one go! They eat like there’s no tomorrow!”

They acted as if they weren’t afraid of people at all; chasing away this flock only for another to arrive, a few people with long bamboo poles couldn’t keep up.

“Just cover it with a net,” someone suggested.

Song Tan hesitated a bit, “The rice has to be turned frequently; covering it up would make it inconvenient.”

No sooner had she spoken than another flock of birds swooped down–

When they were in the rice fields and the vegetable gardens, they had gone through so much trouble to chase away birds and insects. Now that the rice was ripe, were they trying to eat themselves to death over it?

With so many people at home, using her Spiritual Energy to perform such a large-scale expulsion was still a bit noticeable; she had to wait until the dead of night.

But who dries rice in the dead of night?

Song Tan could only sigh in frustration, “Alright, I’ll find a fishing net and enclose the top and the sides, elevating it on bamboo poles at the bottom to make it convenient for people to walk under and turn the rice.”

It wouldn’t interfere with the sun drying the grains either.

It might be a bit troublesome, but it’s better than acting like two generals guarding this field of rice with bamboo poles, right?

…

The weather had been particularly cooperative these days, with many consecutive days of scorching sun, especially convenient for them to turn and dry the grains.

Meanwhile, old man Li happily went to the rice fields with a basket slung over his arm, picking up fallen rice ears.

You couldn’t deny that leisurely doing this task now felt much more comfortable than the frantic rush of the initial harvest! It was a completely different state of mind.

The old man even had the mood to hum a song.

Generally speaking, once the rice was dried, not all of it would be husked for the sake of preservation.

But Seventh Uncle snorted, “What a dream! With everyone’s appetite here, it would be good if the rice lasts until the end of the year!”

Song Tan: …That was indeed the truth.

And furthermore…

“Husk it all, then set aside 20 kilos for me to give away.”

As for whom to give to, everyone had an idea–it was to the one who had gone to great lengths to bring them flowers last time–

Zhang Yanping felt heartache: The taste of that rice was so good that he dreamt of sleeping in a rice barrel last night!

Not to mention 20 kilos, he wouldn’t want to part with even two!

Unfortunately, it wasn’t his rice, so at that moment, all he could do was lament,

“Then next year, no matter what, you’ve got to plant a few more acres!”

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