Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 577 - Chapter 577 577. Qi Lins Grandpa _1

Chapter 577: 577. Qi Lin’s Grandpa _1 Chapter 577: 577. Qi Lin’s Grandpa _1 Tugou Village, Yicheng Township.

The minivan from the village store had just returned, and the first thing to do was to shout, “Old Qi! Old Qi! Your grandson Linzi has sent a package back!”

In the mountainous area filled with yellow soil, vast and open, though the two households were far apart, the shout still managed to be heard by half the village.

The neighbor couldn’t help but sigh, “Old Qi’s picked up a good one; Linzi bows in front of his son’s grave, and later on, he’ll be there to wear hemp and mourn for him. He won’t be without descendants.”

“That’s true, Linzi is filial, very caring,” the family’s old lady agreed.

The man next door grunted, “What’s so filial about that? He just went off to college far away, would’ve been better if he never went, stayed at home to farm the land honestly. By now, Old Qi could have been holding a great-grandchild.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than his wife let out a cold laugh, “No matter how far Linzi goes, he sends Old Qi a thousand bucks every month, always sends local specialties from wherever he goes…”

“As for you, you’re just farming at home. I don’t need you to send any fruits, snacks, or lotus root powder, so why don’t you give your mom and me a thousand bucks a month!”

The man was immediately silenced!

A thousand a month, my goodness, that’s… that’s… that’s twelve grand a year!

He stiffened his neck, “Is twelve thousand a year that much? Working in a factory, you can earn that in two months!”

“Then go earn it! Lazy and greedy… Look around the village, how many are there like you…”

…

Amidst the hustle and bustle of others’ families, Old Qi was completely oblivious as he hurried to the store, wiping his face with a towel hung around his neck, his face covered in sweat, before he finally chuckled, “What’s been sent this time?”

The owner smiled, “How would I know! It’s shipped with Wind Speed Express. The courier spot is too far from here, so it’s brought over by someone from the post office.”

“Talk to the kid for me, next time send it through the post office. Our place is so remote, only the postal service’s delivery can bring packages here.”

Old Qi thought that made sense, but Linzi had previously sent fruit that had to be shipped via Wind Speed Express to avoid spoilage, and then it would be handed over to the post office–

The postal truck driver was a local, often willing to deliver other things to town; if the village store needed to restock tofu or something the next day, it could be brought back in the same trip, which was quite convenient.

Old Qi kept rambling, “Boys, they spend money like it’s nothing. I don’t lack food or drink at home, he keeps sending all this stuff, wasting all his money.”

“He’s all grown up now, if he doesn’t start saving to buy a house in the city, where will he find a wife?”

“Oh my!” the store owner laughed at him, “Didn’t you say this foundling wouldn’t bring anything good, insisting he stay by your side? If it weren’t for that visiting college student coming to your door and scolding you, you wouldn’t have let him go!”

Old Qi wasn’t one bit ashamed, “He hardly spoke back then, and with his mouth like that, always dull and quiet, how could I have known he would succeed? Going to university also meant loans, owing debts to the country, which we only paid off the year before last… Would you have been willing?”

“Besides, what use was there keeping him with me? Learning to farm; what can we grow here? Better to work in the city, find a wife…”

As he spoke, he began to open the package–mountain people don’t care about privacy, the things sent by children were all sorts of edibles and utilities. Old Qi complained in words, but deep down, he was pleased.

He couldn’t help but want to show off a little.

Just like that–

“You remember the straw mat that was sent last time… oh spending that kind of money! I went to the market last time, saw that straw mats got more expensive, now they cost thirty and still aren’t as good as this old bamboo mat at home!”

The bamboo mat at home was years old, just the edges of the bamboo strips curling up a bit, but the middle part was still good to sleep on.

The store owner couldn’t stand to see him like this, and hearing this, he joked in response, “That straw mat is way better than the ones at the market, must be worth fifty or sixty bucks, don’t try to palm it off on me!”

“No way!”

Old Qi sighed, “You don’t say, the agriculture Linzi studied seemed promising, his judgment has improved! Everything he sends tastes so good, even the straw mat is different. Last night, I lay on it without the fan blowing, cool all night through, didn’t even sweat!”

How precious!

Moreover, they hardly grew any bamboo here, let alone lush, wild grass. Yet last night he’d smelled fresh grass scent all night as if waking up on a bed of Sweet Potato Vine.

Pure nonsense!

The convenience store owner thought to himself:

In this place, it’s either blazing sun or strong winds every day, and it’s over thirty degrees but not hot?

The boast about his grandson became even more unreliable.

“If it’s really that good, I’ll go lie down at your place later–what did you send this time?”

Qi Lin had just opened the package, and a distinctive aroma of fresh fish and shrimp hit him in the face!

“Wow! Wow!”

Fish and shrimp were rare here! Qi Lin’s surprise this time was much greater than the last time he received that straw mat!

“It smells so good!”

The convenience store owner sniffed hard twice.

Qi Lin was overjoyed, and as he grabbed a handful of dried fish: “Come on, get a bag, I’ll give you some.”

After thinking it over, he also grabbed a handful of shrimp, but much less than the dried fish.

Every time, the packages were brought by someone helping out, so this time Qi Lin wasn’t stingy either and went home with the bag.

Halfway through the walk, he couldn’t resist and ate a piece of the baked dried fish directly–

Oh my goodness!

How can this dried fish be so delicious!

…

The convenience store owner was also saying, “How can this fish be so tasty!”

He then went over to the shelf looking for something: “The pickled cabbage we stocked, I remember we had it…”

They couldn’t grow that green vegetable for pickling well here, so the owner always bought a large jar, weighing out a pound or half for anyone who wanted to buy… Finally, after rummaging for a while, he turned up the plastic jar and shouted, “Lanhua, stew a pickled cabbage fish for lunch!”

Then he went happily into the house: “Linzi just sent it over, Qi Lin grabbed a handful for me–it’s particularly delicious!”

Country folks, with their rough but solid hands!

That handful he grabbed was without finesse but was not a small amount.

His wife was also pleasantly surprised: “Fish! Ah, Linzi is doing so well in college, tasting all sorts of good food from all over.”

Glancing at the shrimp, she couldn’t help but pluck one; the shell was so crispy, and the shrimp meat was fresh…

Wow! Wow!

She instantly felt a pang of heartache and took all the fish and shrimp from the bag:

“Let’s wait for our boy to come back Friday night to eat!”

The owner: …

It’s only Monday today!

He discussed with his wife: “Look how stingy you are. We can’t conveniently buy fish and shrimp, but it’s not that we can’t afford it–let’s do this, you prepare them all for lunch, and I’ll ask Linzi later where he bought them, and get us some more pounds!”

In fact, he still felt reluctant, because even in this village, with money being quite limited, the fish and shrimp they sold were expensive.

But… if it’s so delicious, eating a little more isn’t a big deal!

His wife was still holding half a piece of crispy fish tail, weighing her decision for a long time: “So, should I prepare them all then?”

“Yes, yes, go ahead!”

The owner waved his hand: “I’ll call in a bit to order a few more pounds!”