Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 558 - Chapter 558 558. Is there still room for passengers in the

Chapter 558: 558. Is there still room for passengers in the car_1 Chapter 558: 558. Is there still room for passengers in the car_1 Professor Song always thought he was still young, with a physique to match any young man. But tonight, looking at the people crowded together by the pond, he smartly chose not to challenge himself and instead found a spot to stand steadily, watching his students with fish scales stuck to their faces, covered in mud…

Well, you have to admit, it had a certain charm.

It had a vibe of the simple pioneering days of youth.

The difference was that back then he was a strong laborer, and now he’s a hands-off boss…

“Boss, why aren’t you scrambling for fish? Can’t you squeeze in?”

Xiaocai, who had successfully paid and was just waiting to have the fish butchered, asked curiously.

Professor Song: …Huh?

Luckily for him, Xiaocai didn’t need a reply now, as she was just lost in her own success and looking for someone to share in the moment:

“Actually, rushing isn’t necessary. You can buy these fish anytime. This place is just a little nicer, nothing special… Look at me, my mom insists on buying one worth thousands, which isn’t rational at all! I say, 8,000 yuan, two people can enjoy it for a couple of months, and that’s quite enough.”

“Hey boss, how did you find out about this place? Was it from Old Zhao at the market? Oh my, have you recently managed to snatch up any eggs? They’re ten yuan each, and with my salary of three to four thousand a month, how many can I afford?”

“This place is extortionate! Way too extortionate!”

Professor Song: …Is it possible, my dear, I haven’t even had the chance to speak yet!

But Xiaocai didn’t care whether he spoke or not.

Is the point really about speaking? It’s that among so many people in Yun City, only a small handful knows about this treasure of a store!

And among that small handful, an even smaller handful, including herself, didn’t hesitate to spend money and buy up a large stock!

This kind of decisiveness, this nonchalant view of money!

What does it represent?

It represents that she is at the forefront of contemporary young people!

If there had to be a slight regret, it would be that this treasure shouldn’t be shared, inevitably leading to a bit of a loss, like a furtive journey by night.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be showing off to the boss right here.

Professor Song didn’t make a sound.

He just fell silent, suddenly questioning the meaning of his presence here.

After all, the scene just for selling fish was such a spectacle; surely, this place could make money just from scattering some seeds, and those don’t even require care!

His expression grew grim as he suddenly lost sight of life’s meaning, which made Xiaocai feel a bit embarrassed–had she boasted too much? This boss obviously didn’t make it into the fray!

But for her to squeeze back in the line… Xiaocai looked at everyone’s undiminished passion and dared not make such bold claims at the moment.

Yet the boss’s complexion was indeed poor…

She had no choice but to press on bravely, “Boss, you look…”

Professor Song sighed deeply, “It’s nothing significant, just thinking that this place could make money from scattering seeds; I’m at a loss for what I’m doing here.”

With the mention of seeds, Xiaocai nodded and couldn’t help but salivate, “That’s right, only the regulars can get in now–were you also one of the first to buy wild vegetables and Milk Vetch at the market, boss?”

“Sigh, that Milk Vetch from their shop, my mom says it’s just seed to fatten cows and fertilize the fields, and yet regardless of whether we pickle or stir-fry it, it’s extremely tasty!”

“Back then, that wild vegetable went for 20 yuan a pound, 20 yuan a pound, and I would buy several pounds a day!”

This past half a year, my salary has really not lasted; it’s all gone into our mouths.

Of course, it’s also because I’ve been proactive in buying groceries and spending money that Mom was willing to help with the down payment for a car…

Professor Song: …!!!

So you really can make money just by scattering seeds here!

Then what’s the use of their coming here?!

…

The sun finally set.

A hint of coolness finally graced the breeze by the pond.

The noise on the shore gradually faded, the air filled with the odor of warmth, fishiness, and blood. One by one, regular customers dragged their plastic bags toward their tricycles, while Wu Lei and Zhang Wang’s households made trip after trip escorting people and fish back to their yards…

There was no helping it–the water in the pond was no longer clean. Even if it was clean at the start, it wouldn’t be suitable after having accommodated thousands of pounds of fish.

People quickly slaughtered the fish and took care of the refuse, but they still needed to bring them back to the yards for a thorough wash and clean.

As time grew later, there were fewer people, and the light grew dimmer.

Song Sancheng, numbed by continually twisting his body tossing the net, finally felt the emptiness of the fishnet and he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

“All gone, all gone!”

He shouted joyfully as if he wasn’t running his own business.

It wasn’t just him; the villagers who had helped were exhausted, now leaning over and gasping for breath, overcome with emotion:

“The pond’s empty! Sold out!”

Old Zhao, who had been numbly waiting, finally heard the sound of heaven and leapt up, “Hahaha, it’s gone, it’s finally gone, hahaha, my turn, right?!!!!”

How bitterly he had waited!

Song Sancheng’s waist shook, his arms trembled, and now he couldn’t help but give a wry smile, “At this hour, you might as well rest here, and fish in the early morning to take to the city market.”

Old Zhao: Eh? Eh? Eh???

Right!

Why had he insisted on waiting here all night? Even after selling the fish, he wouldn’t even have a place to wash his car!

Upon reflection, he could only be thankful: “It’s a good thing your family sells fish in the evening. If it were in the morning, it’d be a disaster; more and more people would come, and it would never be my turn.”

Song Sancheng wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled in a simple-hearted way.

He thought to himself: Tantan said to sell fish in the evening to get it over with quickly and avoid lingering for meals, right? Otherwise, if so many people came in the morning and left at noon, it wouldn’t just be the dilly-dallying over buying; we couldn’t even afford to offer them all a cup of tea…

There was really nothing left to sell at home, so we couldn’t afford to waste time entertaining!

And moreover, there were just too many people!

…

Song Tan had made a good consideration.

Selling fish at night truly did concentrate the efficiency. Everyone sped up their rhythm thinking about having to go home, wash vehicles, prepare the fish for gifts, and so on.

Otherwise, if they had started fishing at five, people would likely still be heading this way at eight. How could it be so efficient?

Although there was indeed some chaos…

Most folks waiting on the shore had already bought their fill, and those lingering were purely fishing enthusiasts.

In the past, they had struggled day by day with five, six, seven, eight boxed meals at this pond, with the fish giving them no concessions. Now what? For just 40 yuan, they got netted all at once!

Especially “Mudfish Brother,” who had spent a whopping 15,000 yuan tonight, pouring in all the secret savings for his top-level fishing rod just to salvage his pride!

Perhaps because the purchase felt so exhilarating, in front of him was not only a pile of various large fish but also an assortment of small fish and shrimp, along with a heap of gifted mudfish, snails, and water caltrops (purely caught in the net without the time to sort)…

Mudfish Brother was full of triumph, flaunting the night’s haul on his social circle, until his wife sent a voice message:

“Li Qiu, can’t you do something reliable for once? I’ve put up with the reek and mess from your fishing, but today, you bought so much fish? Can we even live in the house after this?”

“We have to drive back to our hometown early in the morning; tell me, with a car full of fish tonight, how can anyone sit in it tomorrow?!”