Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 564 - Chapter 564 564. Tantan relaxed_1

Chapter 564: 564. Tantan relaxed_1 Chapter 564: 564. Tantan relaxed_1 The vibrant green chives were chopped into pieces and placed into a bowl, and the lush green scallions were cut into segments, leaving only the white parts to be minced.

“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

With three strikes of the knife on the chopping board, the pale garlic cloves and the tender yellow ginger were crushed. Seventh Uncle, wielding the large kitchen knife, moved skillfully and quickly followed with a few more chops until everything was minced.

Once the oil in the pan was hot–

“Sizzle!”

The shrimp went straight into the pot without having their heads or tails removed, quickly turning a fragrant orange-red. After casually stirring them just a few times, the whole pot of shrimp had already changed color.

Scooped out and set aside, the pot was washed and oiled again, then the just-chopped ginger, garlic, and scallion mince were added to stir-fry until fragrant. The chives lost their raw edge, and a few scallion pieces went in as well, with a sprinkle of salt and a tiny bit of sugar added for flavor…

“Slurp!”

Old Zhao was leaning at the kitchen door, refusing to leave!

“Let me have a bowl! Just one bowl before I go! I’ll just eat one bowl!”

“No can do! Really, no can do! The customers have been urging me so many times, if we go any later the fish will not last, hurry up–”

“You go ahead, I’ll catch the next one… Nephew, it smells so good here, are you nose-blind, to speak so coldly!”

The great-nephew thought to himself that Aunt Wu Lan had complimented him on his hard work and specially filled a large bowl for him alone…

Cough, of course, this couldn’t let Old Zhao find out.

So he put a bit more effort into his persuasion: “Let’s go, there’s no next ride. This is the last one! Besides, haven’t you had your fill of water caltrop yet?”

While everyone else was working hard in the pond, the great-nephew had also stayed busy without a pause. Only Old Zhao was by the water, skimming for water caltrops, picking and eating as he went, and by noon he had eaten so many that his mouth was all white!

After that, how could he have the nerve to stay for lunch?

Old Zhao’s belly was already round!

Towing and dragging him away, the young man with strong muscles firmly seated Old Zhao in the passenger seat.

As the car started, Wu Lan also breathed a sigh of relief:

“This Old Zhao, we wouldn’t have denied him a meal if he stayed, did he really need to act as if it were a life-or-death parting?”

Song Tan had just come back from the mountain with a basket full of watermelons and couldn’t help but laugh at the story: “That’s just how he is, not a bit different from my grandniece!”

Speaking of Zhao Fangyuan–

“She said my grandfather’s house is too simple. She has drawn up some plans and wants us to look over them and choose. The construction team said they can start work at the end of September.”

“Once we have decided here, she will come over to start laying the foundations for the factory on the mountain, also in September, and it should be just in time to get scheduled.”

Ah, isn’t that perfect?

No more fish, no more vegetables, and the watermelons won’t be available for sale either.

The pigs aren’t fully grown, although the chickens and ducks are laying eggs, but that’s just enough to cover household consumption and storage.

The corn in the fields will also be ready to harvest, but with just an acre or two, it will only take a morning’s work.

There’s also some green beans and sesame, which can be harvested in October without rush.

It’s just these chestnuts; they’ll definitely be ripe by the end of September, but by then they’ll be building houses, which won’t require their help anyway, so there’s no conflict!

Wu Lan calculated the time: it was the end of July, and the weather was hot. Next month during the dog days, outdoor work would be unbearable.

By September, even though it will still be over thirty degrees, the difference between day and night temperatures will signify autumn’s arrival. By then, after the house building is finished, it won’t affect their farming…

“Alright, alright! Once we’re done eating, I’ll bring the plan for your grandpa and them to check out. After all, I see them living another twenty years or so, and we really need to choose carefully.”

After all, the old couple is diligent, healthy, and typically very robust, but this year they seem even more spirited than usual.

Wu Lan thought that, and it really wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

Moreover, when Zhao Fangyuan produced designs, she always included both effect drawings and construction drawings.

They might not understand the construction drawings, but those computer-generated effect drawings, with their red walls and green tiles, were so good-looking. Just by dreaming about their new house based on those images, the elderly couple would surely be right on target!

And now, it was time for their family to host the villagers for lunch!

…

There actually weren’t many guests, just Zhou Maozhu, and three villagers who helped with fishing, all about the same age as Song Sancheng and unable to go out to factories for long-term work due to poor health.

Otherwise, at their age, working odd jobs outside, they could easily make one or two hundred, or even two to three hundred dollars a day—-

“We’re getting older, and bosses don’t like that! Plus, there’s not much work on construction sites these days.”

“Yeah, and when you go out there to work with a boss, if it’s a big project, the boss has his own team. For the smaller ones, well, he delays paying the wages…”

Song Sancheng’s hand paused while he was pouring tea, “Isn’t it said that nowadays, when migrant workers do jobs, bosses have to deposit a sum of money with the government to prevent wage arrears?”

“That’s only for big projects!”

From the same village, Song Tan, whom they called Uncle Chen, stretched out five fingers, “I did it the year before last, had to go so far away, to the highlands! Even breathing felt like the world was spinning around me.”

“The boss took hundreds of us, and after the work was done, they didn’t pay us because the other side wouldn’t settle the wages. We just waited in the freezing cold every day, and it was so remote… we couldn’t even buy instant noodles…”

“Only after we went to the local government did we finally get our wages settled–sigh, the boss was unlucky too. His superior didn’t pay him, so he was also struggling.”

“But there was nothing we could do, we couldn’t hold out. Besides, these big jobs don’t pay much, less than eight thousand a month…”

Song Sancheng listened and sighed, “Good thing you finally got the money–come, come, drink tea, taste our family’s tea!”

The hot tea had just been brewed, and everyone was immersed in their worries, no one touched it, just sighing, “All this hassle, and these past two years, it’s been harder to find work.”

Song Sancheng moved his lips, thinking about saying that according to Tantan’s plan, a lot of people would need to work in the second half of the year.

But in the end, he said nothing and just lifted the teacup again:

“These past few days, we owe you for pitching in, come, come, try our family’s tea leaves!”

Reminded thus, everyone could smell the fragrance!

Song Sancheng was sincere in treating his guests and had brought out good tea leaves. Who in the group didn’t have a few acres of tea garden at home? They knew their tea, especially local tea, incredibly well!

“Gosh! Sancheng, your family’s tea leaves must have been cultivated with a hefty investment; this fragrance is fantastic!”

“You must have really invested millions, right? This was Tantan’s idea, wasn’t it? How did this kid become so capable!”

They had originally thought he was bragging!

There hadn’t been any major activity in the tea gardens, so how could there have been an investment of millions? Everyone’s family background was well known in the village–where would they get millions?

They probably invested just ten or twenty thousand tops in the fish pond and Peach Garden, right?

But now, smelling this aroma–

“Old Song, did you finance those millions through a bank loan? Are the interest rates incredibly high?”

“With this much money borrowed, they can’t offer you that low agricultural interest rate, can they?”

“I guess the interest amounts to something. My son bought that house, borrowed three hundred thousand, and the interest over thirty years is three hundred and ten thousand!”

“Sancheng, we’re all family here. We can manage with just dried tea leaves, sell this good tea quickly, we don’t fuss over these things.”

“That’s right! But you’re the lucky one! Look at Tantan, having the capability to manage such a big loan, that’s a real achievement!”

Song Sancheng, holding the teacup with a dazed look: … I haven’t even said a word yet!

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