Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 559 - Chapter 559 559. Who owes whom a favor_1

Chapter 559: 559. Who owes whom a favor_1 Chapter 559: 559. Who owes whom a favor_1 Old Zhao ended up cursing and grumbling as he got into the car late at night.

There was no helping it. Song Tan said what she would do, and wouldn’t even give an egg after waiting all night–not even a tea egg–so stingy, really too stingy!

“Nephew, you tell me, with our relationship, would she go bankrupt just by having me stay for dinner?”

Sitting in the passenger seat, surrounded by the smell of fish, Old Zhao had actually lost his appetite, but he was still irritated–he had guzzled down two big cups of tea that evening, his stomach all prepared!

And what did he get? Not a single fish caught, not even a meal eaten.

The nephew was an honest man and recounted the situation completely, “But their family really was busy! With so many people buying fish, they had to clean up at home too. It’s normal that they couldn’t look after us!”

Busy as bees, weren’t they?

Over by the pond, the clear water and lush weeds were gone, leaving only a chaotic and dark mess. To prevent it from smelling and breeding mosquitoes, Wu Lei and Zhang Wang’s side had to keep busying themselves with making fertilizer from the bloody water after sending off customers!

By the looks of it, they probably had to work until midnight!

As for Song Tan’s courtyard–when they left, hoses were spraying foam, washing everything down, bundles of Ai Cao were lit one after another by the wall, smoking and burning fiercely, they too were bustling non-stop.

Old Zhao: …

The pitch-black mountain road made him feel incredibly frustrated looking at his nephew.

Meaning, a man, a businessman, should be honest but can’t be too honest, right? We’re blood-related; what’s wrong with backing me up a bit?

It’s not illegal!

However, the honest nephew had his own stubborn principles:

“Boss Song is pretty good, hasn’t made our trip worthless, and this time we can earn a lot. If you’re tired, uncle, I can take you home first later. You’re getting older; you need to rest more.”

Old Zhao got even angrier: “Who’s getting older? I’m wide awake this late at night! Besides, the money we earn is from our hard work, not related to Song Tan. Don’t be so naive!”

“How is it not related?”

The determined nephew insisted: “There are so many trucks available to be chartered in the market, but everyone still asks me to help transport the goods. That must be because Boss Song is acting as a connector.”

Turns out, Old Zhao’s nephew was quite sharp-witted.

He seemed honest in his usual work, but he had his own standards. Hearing everyone worrying on the phone about washing their trucks after transporting fish that evening, the young man immediately came up with an idea–

They just so happened to not have any goods to haul that night, with a big, empty truck at their disposal!

With so many people, each family paying a few tens of yuan for the fare to have their goods delivered straight to them, nobody would delay their evening plans, whether it was having a barbecue or washing their feet–all ready for the next day!

Killing two birds with one stone: convenient for them, profitable for us. He quickly made a deal at Song Tan’s place.

Now, this truck full of fish and shrimp wasn’t his, but it might as well have been!

Just for that, Old Zhao’s nephew was all in with Boss Song!

Old Zhao: …

He was so frustrated with his blockheaded nephew, he could only bitterly say, “Your flattery now is useless. Tomorrow, the price for the fish we sell will still be the same old price! When you carry a hundred or so pounds of fish home, the money you made tonight will just go down the drain!”

He sighed deeply, “Nephew, this is what they call: laboring year after year to make gold for others to adorn, sewing wedding gowns for someone else!”

“You see, earning this travel money by burning the midnight oil, at the end of the day, isn’t it still spent on buying things from them?”

The nephew refused to listen to such talk, instead asking, “So, if we didn’t take this job tonight, does that mean we don’t want fish tomorrow?”

Old Zhao: …How could he not want it! He’s just pinching pennies, not being foolish!

“Right?” His eldest nephew caught the expression on his face and now said quite proudly, “We can buy it ourselves, save two yuan per jin, and get to pick first too!”

Old Zhao: …

He closed his eyes, reclined backwards, and didn’t want to say another word.

…

Song Tan’s family was indeed still bustling with activity.

It was nearly ten o’clock at night, and everyone at home had only grabbed a quick bite. The hired helpers had left early, the cleaning was finished, and after a quick wash up, they all sat in the brightly lit living room, with the air conditioning blowing, ready to wrap up the last few tasks.

Even Seventh Uncle, tonight, only cut the watermelon before he and Seventh Grandma slowly made their way back home.

Yan Ran, feeling nervous, was checking the accounts in her hands and whispered to Professor Song and others, “Song Tan’s family… don’t they trust us too much… That’s a lot of money!”

Some paid by scanning a code, others swiped cards, and some gave cash. The scene was too hectic to be picky, and now as they summed it up at night, the total was almost four hundred thousand Yuan.

Even so, the task of collecting money tonight all fell on Yan Ran. Even though the money from the scans wasn’t with her, the tens of thousands of Yuan in cash she held still made her so nervous and uneasy, fearing she might have calculated something wrong.

Tai Xiaodong, however, murmured softly, “It’s so stressful and intense selling like this, it’s much harder than working on the farm. Why do I feel like we’re free labor?”

Indeed, the three of them worked seamlessly together, and they were all exhausted by today’s effort. When they were not around in the past, did the family plan to sell fish in this manner?

Of course, considering the quality of the meals provided, he was more than happy to be free labor, but the feeling was quite peculiar.

Qi Lin stayed silent; his hands were numb from picking and grabbing fish, and even now his palms were still stinging from where the fish fins had scratched them.

If Song Tan knew their concerns, she would surely roll her eyes–please, Teacher Xin Jun can’t carry anything, Zhang Yanping looks capable but can’t lift a bundle of straw, and Qiaoqiao is just passable but can’t handle so many people!

Could they rely on this few?

Then they would only be able to sell the fish slowly, one net a day! Where would that leave the efficiency and swift execution they have now?

They should be grateful for Professor Song’s successful mentorship!

And now, the mentorship-praised Professor Song continued to educate, “You all, this is such a rare training opportunity, you don’t even realize it!”

“Is our labor really worth much? Compared to a real farmhand, not a cent.”

“I used to think, having studied for most of my life, I must understand a bit of science, right? Surely I wouldn’t be freeloading.”

“But do you know what I heard today? Song Tan’s family started their business by scattering a handful of seeds into barren land.”

“Just that ordinary Milk Vetch–others fed it to cows, but she fed it to people, and turned her customers into the loyal patrons they are today.”

“Now, tell me, does this family need us for anything?”

He gave a wry smile, “I’m even wondering now, when they gave me the opportunity, was it actually an act of kindness, giving me a vacation?”

Perhaps as well to add some luster to the apprentices’ resumes?

Thinking about this, Professor Song didn’t feel like talking anymore!

Yan Ran and the others looked at each other, speechless. After a long while, she took a deep breath and turned back to the ledger:

“Tai Xiaodong, Qi Lin, shall we go over the accounts one more time?”

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