Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 418 - Chapter 418 418. Help in the back hill_1

Chapter 418: 418. Help in the back hill_1 Chapter 418: 418. Help in the back hill_1 This talk…

Wu Lan glanced at her, “You’re tolerant, so you send people to the back mountains?”

Song Tan nodded, “The mountains are full of mature melons, Uncle Zhang has trouble with his legs; it’s too hard for him to pick the melons and carry them to the cart by himself.”

“You say Brother Wu Lei is young and strong, if he doesn’t do the heavy lifting, who will?”

What a bold statement!

Song Sancheng couldn’t help but glance at his daughter, then he asked her, “If he really wants to slack off, can you even beat him up?”

“How could I?” Song Tan smiled, “My Brother Wu Lei doesn’t care much for anything else, but he does care about his face.”

It’s just about talking people into doing the right thing; as long as they have a sense of propriety and shame, even if they stray off the path for a bit, they can be nuded back on track to some extent.

Otherwise, why go to all that trouble?

“I’ve eaten more salt than he has rice, can’t I handle him?”

Of course, Wu Lei, wearing a straw hat, cheerfully made his way through the back mountains, the woods, and then around to Peach Forest.

This place also held not so pleasant memories with Lili for him; it was also here during a live stream that led to Lili’s career Waterloo…

But for him now, it’s a perfect spot to slack off.

That deep and shallow shadow under the hedge, where one could stretch out their hand to reach those bright red cherry tomatoes, how great is that!

Moreover, in Peach Forest, there are also shady spots for hanging out. Even on the outermost part, there’s that straw shed Uncle Zhang built for staying up at night…

With Uncle Zhang around, neither the dog nor the goose easily come this way; just find the perfect feng shui spot, and he could swipe his phone all day long!

Lost in such delightful fantasies, he heard Uncle Zhang shout, “Cousin Tantan, right? Young man, come give me a hand, help me get this big watermelon onto the tricycle.”

Uncle Zhang sighed, “My legs aren’t good, and I’m getting on in years; it’s really strenuous for me!”

Wu Lei was startled.

Without any suspicion, he replied enthusiastically, “Alright!”

Then he stretched out his arms, body sinking, he embraced the twenty-pound melon!

…

Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain, with the rice in her cloth bag almost full, Song Tan called over Yanping to swap it for a new one.

She then took the rice to the plastic sealing machine on the side, packed it into the thick plastic bags she’d prepared in advance, followed by vacuuming and compressing–

Soon, a neat brick-like five-pound bag of rice was ready.

Seventh Uncle seeing this, asked, “What are you doing this for? We don’t need to pack it like this if it’s for our own family.”

Song Tan, recalling the beautiful bouquet that lasted over a week at her grandfather’s house, replied, “I’m sending it to someone; I’ll ship it out this afternoon.”

Wu Lan also remembered something, “Right, Tantan, pack a few more 10-pound bags, later send them to Brother Yanping’s family, your eldest uncle’s family, your aunt’s family… all of them.”

As for the eldest uncle’s family, no one mentions them anymore.

Wu Lan doesn’t mention it, and Song Youde, silently cleaning up the broken stones in the flower bed, didn’t make a sound either.

“Alright!”

While speaking, Song Tan skillfully weighed and bagged the rice, then couldn’t help but ask again, “Brother Yanping, are you really not planning to take a few days off to rest?”

Yanping waved his hand, “Taking a break is fine; there’s no need to go back.”

Working here doesn’t require time cards, just wake up to the smell of cooking–it’s no different from being on vacation.

He’s not like Wu Lei, who still does heavy labor every day.

“I video chat with my mom every day; it’s really not suitable to go home right now.”

In his mom’s eyes, Tantan is excellent in every way, but she can’t stand the fact that he works in the countryside!

In the countryside these days, everyone seems to think there’s no future in staying put; everyone’s dead set on making a beeline for the city, with the hopes of securing a stable job.

But then… Yanping would think to himself, where else can you find a “stable job” that provides such good meals?

He even went through his savings, and couldn’t help pondering the idea that the next time Secretary Xiaozu came by, he would inquire about buying a homestead in the village and building his own house…

If possible, he wanted to live a life of love and togetherness with Tantan, Qiaoqiao, and Seventh Uncle forever!

But this matter needed to be planned out carefully. For one thing, getting past his mother wouldn’t be easy, and secondly, he didn’t have enough money on hand.

After some thought, Yanping looked through the backend messages for Peach Peach Treasure:

“Tantan, many customers asked a few days ago whether our store has any coarse cloth sheets for sofas. Should we stock them?”

“No, we won’t.”

Song Tan answered decisively.

Their village was never known for textiles, and coarse cloth sheets were something people made for themselves, hardly noteworthy in terms of production volume.

Nowadays, very few people still made them, and there were plenty available online. There was no need to insist on selling them in this store.

“Okay, what about Qiaoqiao’s straw mats? A good number of people took a fancy to them during his livestream yesterday. I reviewed the playback and think we could sell them for a higher price and people would still buy them.”

“What straw mats?!”

Song Youde perked up.

“The ones you wove!”

Yanping said with a smile, “They’re as green as jade, so pretty, and they’re cool to sleep on!”

Thanks to that, Qiaoqiao doesn’t need to turn on the air conditioning at night and even needs to cover up with a blanket.

But Yanping couldn’t say the same for himself; though the village nights were a bit cool, that usually came later in the night, and he still had to keep the central air running for the first part of the evening–yet he wasn’t sleeping poorly either! It was all because of those coarse cloth sheets.

Song Youde immediately puffed up with pride: “Of course! If I’m the one weaving a straw mat, it’s bound to be solid and reliable.”

But he couldn’t help admitting the truth: “However, I’ve never seen straw mats with such bright and beautiful colors before.”

After all, the rushes were sprinkled with wood ash to ward off insects and sanitize them, and they were laid out in the sun to dry… It would be odd if they didn’t fade.

But the rushes this time were strange; despite being sun-dried for so long, becoming dry and brittle, and being sanitized and insect-proof, their color was still so fresh and translucent, and they seemed to look even better to the eye.

Woven into mats, Song Youde himself couldn’t help admiring them for a long time.

“But I haven’t seen any rushes around the fields lately,” he said with a hint of regret.

Old Xiaozu felt a touch of disappointment.

However, Song Tan suddenly remembered: “There are some.”

She then pointed far off to the mountains: “Grandpa, wait a couple of days. After I negotiate the contract with the village and make the down payment, the mountain back there will all be ours.”

“There’s a pond with a big depression next to it, all overgrown with these rushes.”

In fact, she was lying; the rushes weren’t so plentiful and were even somewhat sparse.

But her grandfather always helped out with chores at home and yet didn’t have a proper job like her grandmother with her tea picking–they wouldn’t accept money from him either…

Now, finding something entrepreneurial for the old man would surely make him feel more independent than taking money from his children’s hands.

And indeed!

Song Youde lit up immediately, setting down the half-picked stones in his hands and saying eagerly, “Where is it? I’m going to cycle over there right now.”

Song Tan: …

“There’s no rush, don’t let the cat out of the bag just yet. We’ll talk after I’ve finalized the contract.”

Once the contract was settled, she’d take the trouble to cultivate that field of rushes herself; then she would consider the rest.