Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 600 - Chapter 600 Wow 600 chapters already_1

Chapter 600: Wow, 600 chapters already!_1 Chapter 600: Wow, 600 chapters already!_1 Zhou Tianyu was reluctantly following his dad to Song Tan’s house.

The closer they got, the wider his eyes bulged!

He had been back in the village for several days, but the villagers were mostly old folks who would inquire about his marriage, having children, dating, as well as buying a house, a car, and his salary… making him very reluctant to show his face. He’d been staying at home, enjoying the air conditioning.

His dad had also mentioned more than once that he should chat with Song Tan.

He knew all too well!

When he was younger, others’ kids were asked to share their study experiences. When older, they were asked to share their experiences of success…

So he was full of resistance.

But there was no helping it, with his parents urging him on, he had to follow, albeit unwillingly.

But he had never expected that, although Song Tan’s house was a bit remote, it was built so impressively!

White walls, grey tiles, eaves that soared upwards–it was like a garden, both refined and grand!

The only downside was the large expanse of empty cement in front of the door. The only thing parked there was an old pickup truck, making him feel like this fairyland was overgrown with weeds, quite out of place.

He couldn’t help but murmur, “Why leave such a big area of cement at the entrance? The rustic charm of the countryside is gone, and it’s not the refined villa it could be, it doesn’t fit with either side…”

Zhou Maozhu indeed glanced at him, thinking that the boy was becoming more and more unruly.

If his family had the means, who wouldn’t want such a big cement area?

According to what he heard from Song Sancheng, the area in front of the door was even poured with concrete!

It would be so convenient to dry corn and vegetables! And there’d be no mud to step in when it rained! Plus, it saved the trouble of getting a large area dirty when driving a motorcycle into the yard.

It was also convenient for relatives to drive over during festivals and holidays.

In Zhou Maozhu’s eyes, a large area of cement outside the courtyard was simply perfect!

But he kept his silence.

Because he had realized these past two days, the more he talked, the less Zhou Tianyu believed and wanted to listen.

So today he simply brought him here, to let the kid get a taste of what a successful person endures.

And as they entered the yard, all three family members sniffed in unison–

“Wow, this alcohol smell is really strong.”

Maozhu’s wife exclaimed.

Zhou Tianyu’s eyes lit up–

Such a fragrant aroma of alcohol!

Wu Lan was holding a big stainless steel basin filled with steamed pumpkin skins, topped with grains of an indiscernible color.

What is this? Zhou Tianyu wondered. It looked familiar, but he couldn’t name it. With such a strong scent of alcohol, could it be some new kind of purple glutinous rice lees?

He had an epiphany, while also quietly critiquing: if that was the case, then the fermentation wasn’t done well, filling the whole yard with a strong alcohol aroma, which was a bit too intense.

“Tianyu, this is your Auntie Wu Lan,” reminded Zhou Maozhu.

Zhou Tianyu was still decent in social interactions, and at that moment, he put on a smile, “Auntie, are you making pumpkin sweet wine soup tonight? The aroma of alcohol is so strong.”

He was full of anticipation.

Oh dear.

Now it was Wu Lan’s turn to feel embarrassed, not knowing what to say while holding the big stainless steel basin.

It was Maozhu’s wife who felt something was off and quickly intervened, “Yes, the alcohol smell is really strong. Wu Lan, what are you making? It looks like sorghum.”

She glanced at her son, thinking Maozhu’s words made sense. Their family didn’t grow much sorghum, but it wasn’t uncommon in the village fields. How had her son, after being away for a few years, gotten to the point where he couldn’t even recognize sorghum?

Wu Lan, however, sighed with relief and quickly brushed off the matter with a laugh: “Didn’t we just brew some alcohol at home? The steamed sorghum grains aren’t much use anymore, so we might as well mix them with the pumpkin skins to feed the pigs.”

“Speaking of which,” he glanced at Zhou Tianyu and praised generously, “This must be Tianyu! It’s been a while since I saw you last, and you’ve grown so big! But you look a bit thin, is life in the big city stressful? When you’re back, have your mom stew some meat for you to replenish your strength.”

But in his mind, he thought: It’s really as Qiaoqiao described, a square face. Yet the cheeks are sunken…

No, no, I can’t think about this anymore!

Just thinking of the pout Qiaoqiao mimicked makes her want to laugh.

Zhou Tianyu’s square cheeks suddenly blushed.

Feeding pigs with distiller’s grains, and he asked if the pumpkin sweet wine soup was for him?

Even though he lives in a big city, he loses all his composure once he speaks, and his face burns with embarrassment.

Zhou Maozhu, however, approached with interest, pinched a handful of sorghum, and after smelling the even stronger aroma of liquor, he couldn’t help but look forward to it:

“Great wine! Great wine! Tonight, we’re in for a treat thanks to your family.”

“What’s the big deal?” Wu Lan said with an indifferent smile, while calling to Qiaoqiao:

“Come, get some plastic bags, and pack these up bag by bag.”

After all, there were just too many sorghum grain husks, more than they could feed in one meal. Now with the weather hot, it wasn’t good to just leave them in the vat. It was better to follow Song Tan’s advice, to pack and freeze them, taking out a bag every now and then to feed them.

While everyone exchanged pleasantries, Zhou Maozhu, feeling right at home, beckoned his son and daughter-in-law to help Qiaoqiao with the bags, and while looking around, he couldn’t restrain his curiosity:

“Where’s Sancheng? Where’s Tantan?”

Wu Lan pointed to the hillside behind them: “We need to find a place to store those wines we brewed; hence, we thought of the Sweet Potato Cellar. But our Sweet Potato Cellar hasn’t been used for many years, so the kids went down with their dad to clean it up.”

…

At the hillside above.

As soon as they removed the old door panel, a rush of stagnant air rose up.

Their cellar was actually quite large, after all, back in the day, winter storage and grain reserves all depended on this place. Plus, every household had many children, so Song Youde dug it according to the needs of that time.

Not to mention a vat of wine, it could hold a hundred vats with no problem!

It was just that the entrance was made narrow. After airing it out for a while, Song Sancheng instructed Song Tan, “Go down slowly, if you feel uncomfortable, tell dad immediately.”

Although their cellar was basically free from stagnant air, what if it wasn’t?

Song Tan tugged on the hemp rope around her waist and looked at Song Sancheng, who was carefully pulling the rope around a tree, and reassured him,

“Don’t worry, dad, I’ve been working so much at home, I’m very agile now.”

While saying this, she supported herself with both hands and smoothly slid down the cellar opening.

Above, Song Sancheng nervously fed the hemp rope gradually from his hands, watching as it slid inch by inch towards the Sweet Potato Cellar around the trunk of the tree.

Below, if it hadn’t been for the fear of scaring her dad, Song Tan would have untied the rope long ago.

The Sweet Potato Cellar, unused for over a decade, didn’t have any dust, dampness, or seepage because it was well sealed.

It just had nests of insects on the walls, and quite a few scurrying back and forth on the floor.

If it was the Song Tan of old, she might have yelled out at least twice.

But now, she just voiced her disgust with a “Yuck–” and flicked her finger lightly.

Spiritual Energy dispersed in an instant!

Like an invisible force field pressing outward in all directions.

The insects, sensing the disruption, paused briefly, then scrambled crazily towards the hidden winding holes to escape, disappearing far from the Sweet Potato Cellar in just a moment.

Only then did Song Tan slowly exhale.

Looking around, not only was the entire cellar clean and fresh, the walls had been lightly sealed by the dispersing Spiritual Energy, all neat and proper.

She took a small broom and symbolically swept away the cobwebs, considering the task done.

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