Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 517 - Chapter 517 517. Pickled Duck Egg (Additional chapter for

Chapter 517: 517. Pickled Duck Egg (Additional chapter for monthly ticket 9)_1 Chapter 517: 517. Pickled Duck Egg (Additional chapter for monthly ticket 9)_1 Zhang Yanping brought up the matter of making money, and it was like a torrential downpour of words, her thoughts already racing ahead to the future.

For instance, she believed that they needed to focus on the production volume–

“Tantan, I think Golden Sakura has a lot of potentials, why don’t you plant more? What we have now is too little.”

“I’m planting more.” Song Tan nodded, “Its protective properties are truly strong–if nothing goes wrong, I’m planning to plant a lot along the edges!”

Not to mention the ethereal beauty and protective power, just the fact that the dry fruit sells for 300 yuan a kilo, and it can grow just about anywhere, of course, you would want to plant more!

However, buying saplings didn’t seem cost-effective; she had to budget carefully with her 1.4 million yuan–

“When autumn comes, I’ll just cut from these old branches for propagation.”

This thing grows fast; just get through winter and the spring thawing, and once the temperature rises in the spring, wouldn’t it shoot up like crazy?

As for everything else… let’s wait for people to come up with a plan.

…

The sloppy family meeting thus came to an end.

And Seventh Uncle glanced at the sky, “Tantan, the ducks have laid quite a few eggs, shall I turn them all into salted duck eggs? Duck eggs go well with congee, or you can use the yolks to press some minced garlic, tastes really good!”

“Sure!” Song Tan said indifferently, “Aren’t you the one who usually calls the shots in the kitchen, Seventh Uncle?”

“Yes.” Seventh Uncle didn’t stand on ceremony, “I call the shots. But first, you need to go up the mountain and dig me a bucket of yellow clay.”

Song Tan: …Alright. She’s just a laborer now.

Then she looked at the large tin bucket in her hands, “Fill it up?”

“Right.” Seventh Uncle pointed to a basket of duck eggs in the corner of the kitchen:

“Ducks lay eggs earlier than chickens, and there’s so many, of course you need more clay. Plus it’s hot, we can’t wait any longer; if we don’t process them soon, they won’t be fresh and they won’t produce that sandy texture or oil when cooked.”

“Besides, you’re strong, carrying a bucket won’t be difficult for you.”

Song Tan: …

She took the bucket, grabbed a hoe and a shovel, and headed up the mountain.

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao thought for a moment, “Do I have to learn something new again? Should I teach it to the kids?”

“You teach them,” Song Tan said nonchalantly, “Start broadcasting now. Follow me up the mountain, starting from our digging in the mud.”

So–

The [Tian Yuan Notes Live Room] suddenly started again without any notice!

[Eh, this host starts broadcasting without any prior announcement?]

[You can tell she’s from Xiaojiang’s place, it’s rare for our host Qiaoqiao to make an announcement.]

[It’s probably another impromptu lesson.]

[Yay! Another skill to learn, my resume will be richer for the fall job search.]

[Another piece of useless knowledge added.]

[You people, is it necessary to learn something from a live stream? Can’t you just sleep beautifully like me?]

[I’m going to lay out the bed now.]

[Host sister is carrying a bucket and holding a hoe, what is she going to dig? Sweet potatoes?]

[How could that be? It’s not time for sweet potatoes to be ready.]

[Don’t ask the host, our host Qiaoqiao never reads the comments.]

[Is this host always so capricious?]

Zhang Yanping habitually opened his phone and just entered the live room, realizing that the number of viewers had already soared to 10,000!

Wow, he took in a sharp breath!

“We really should send a banner of appreciation to Xiaojiang the host; the traffic pulling effect is simply too good.”

Xiaojiang the host had even sent a private message asking if he could buy more peaches, but regretfully… there really were none for sale.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yanping couldn’t help but ponder: such a big host with so many fans must be very rich, right? I wonder if he has a girlfriend? If he does…

Could he use that medicine?

…

Meanwhile, Song Tan had already taken Qiaoqiao up to the barren mountain.

Qiaoqiao, holding the tripod, was teaching methodically:

“Kids, today we’re going to learn how to pickle salted duck eggs, so first we have to go up the mountain to dig some mud. We need very fine yellow clay. Sandy soil won’t work; it’s not sticky enough to coat the eggs.”

[Digging mud to pickle duck eggs? Don’t you use brine?]

[What the heck is mud?]

[Big deal, my hometown pickles duck eggs with yellow clay]

[Yellow clay duck eggs are so delicious aaaah!]

[Host, are you selling the duck eggs?]

[I don’t like salted duck eggs, the egg white is too salty]

[I absolutely love the egg yolk! A duck egg with a bowl of plain rice porridge is super delicious.]

[Speaking of which, the Mid-Autumn Festival is in two months, salted egg yolk mooncakes yyds!]

[Nonsense, fresh meat mooncakes are the tastiest]

[It’s about the red bean ones]

[Am I the only one who likes traditional mixed nuts mooncakes?]

The comments were bustling and lively; soon, the topic had drifted far away.

While Song Tan led Qiaoqiao along the path up the mountain, they quickly found a clearing.

She tossed the bucket and swung the shovel hard to the side, then picked up a hoe and started digging vigorously!

Soon, the top layer of white sandy soil and grass roots were piled to the side. Digging further down, they reached the slightly red-colored yellow clay–moist, with fine particles and highly adhesive.

Working together, they quickly filled up a whole bucket without much effort.

Just then, Qiaoqiao expressed her confusion, “Sister, recently the kids have been chatting a lot during class and aren’t focusing on studying.”

What?

Song Tan paused for a moment, then noticed Qiaoqiao’s distressed look at the screen. She leaned over to take a look, seeing the impressive 159,000 viewers watching.

After a moment of silence, she patted Qiaoqiao on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, these are the poor students. Just ignore them and focus on your teaching.”

“Remember, don’t pay attention to what they’re saying, or what if you get distracted too? A teacher can’t do that”

“Okay!” Qiaoqiao immediately clenched her fists.

In terms of obedience, he was very serious. At this moment, he also made his tone serious, “Kids, make sure to pay close attention today! I’m only teaching this once. If you keep chatting like this, you might not pickle the eggs well, and it would be such a waste if they spoil.”

“Ducks take a lot of effort to lay eggs, and if you don’t pickle them, there could even be ducklings inside.”

Nice one!

Teacher Qiaoqiao understands the concept of guilt!

[Is there a chance that even if I don’t pickle it, the duck egg won’t hatch?]

[Teacher Qiaoqiao really overestimates me. I can buy duck eggs at the supermarket, but where do I get yellow clay? Surely I can’t order a package of yellow clay online, right?]

[The person in front is overthinking, I only feel passionate while watching the live stream, I forget about it after it’s over]

[Stop arguing, just put your phone by your bed and go to sleep]

[How can you sleep so young]

[Your ID is ‘Sleep Another 500 Years Towards the Sky’… alright, you go to sleep]

By the time the siblings returned home, Seventh Uncle had just finished preparing the ingredients and couldn’t help laughing:

“See, I told you you’re strong and efficient at work!”

“That big a bucket, those two boys inside would huff and puff carrying it back.”

Zhang Yanping, sitting in the porch focusing on his phone, now raised a trembling hand, “Seventh Uncle, I’m a spent force, you really shouldn’t count on me.”

After grinding the millstone for half a day last time, his hands were still sore and trembling. It seemed his constitution was truly even worse than Wu Lei’s.

If only he could do it all over again…

Ah, never mind! The fish head tofu soup really tastes good! The tofu mixed with green onion is also really delicious! Even the leftover tofu dregs stir-fried with leeks had an exceptionally fresh and fragrant taste!

At that thought, Zhang Yanping shamelessly swallowed his saliva again.

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