Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 605 - Chapter 605 605. First lay the groundwork_1

Chapter 605: 605. First lay the groundwork_1 Chapter 605: 605. First lay the groundwork_1 Zhou Tianyu: …

If it were not for so many people present, he really wished he could jump up and shout: I also have saved 50,000! Many of his peers not only have no savings, but they’re also in debt with credit cards and online loans out the wazoo!

However, having only been brawling through society for two years with insufficient experience, and ultimately caring about his reputation, he did not end up jumping up. At this moment, he was inevitably met with disdain from his father–

Look at Song Tan, at such a young age he’s handling millions with a wave of his hand!

Look at Xiaosun, only 20 and already able to buy his own excavator making over a thousand a day!

Then look at his own son, who worked for two and a half years and only saved 50,000! What can 50,000 do? In Beicheng, you can’t even afford a restroom! And he’s still not giving up!

If he really wants to save money like this, he wouldn’t be able to afford a down payment even when he’s sixty–do house prices never change?

And it’s Tantan who’s perceptive, thinking things through thoroughly and with foresight. These private jobs nowadays, indeed the boss can just be unhappy and fire you, didn’t you see on that TikTok-like app recently, so many people’s houses got repossessed by banks, crying there?

How tragic!

Thinking about his own son, not only being a bachelor in his thirties or forties but also having his house taken away by the bank, working for nothing all his life, not to mention Zhou Maozhu, but even Maozhu’s usually steady wife is feeling a bit like needing a big gasp of air.

Can’t go! One truly can’t go to Beicheng!

In an instant, Zhou Tianyu became anxious, “You all stop worrying for nothing, I make over ten thousand a month in Beicheng, where can I get such a high salary back here? I’ll just save more money in the future, that’s all.”

Song Tan raised an eyebrow, continuing her point with vigor, “Yeah, Uncle, a salary of over ten thousand is really quite a lot! Here in our village, how can you make that much? My cousin Wu Lei does this and that, and he only makes 3,000 a month. Though he doesn’t spend it, he can probably save up to 30,000 at most in a year!”

Yeah, just 30,000–Zhou Maozhu’s heart was aflame with rage!

Others can save 30,000 on a monthly salary of 3,000, but what about him? Earning over ten thousand a month and only saving 50,000 in more than two years?!

But Zhou Tianyu didn’t know his father’s thoughts, and instead focused on Song Tan, feeling she was spot on, and wanting to let his father know:

Money is earned, not saved!

Therefore, he looked at Song Tan, nodding his head like pounding garlic.

Song Tan came to appreciate the young man even more:

“You see, most people really can’t compare to Zhou Tianyu. Besides, for a boy socializing outside, drinking a couple of bottles of red wine costing a thousand or so, karaoke and massages for seven to eight hundred and such, are very normal, you can’t be too stingy, being too stingy means no friends.”

Yeah, absolutely, a man’s social life, his parents just don’t get it!

Wait, that’s not right. Their drinks are just ordinary baijiu, costing a hundred or two, not that expensive! There is karaoke and massage, but even things like a foot wash aren’t that pricy, are they?

Forget it, these details don’t matter, what’s important is to talk to his parents about his future prospects.

Zhou Tianyu said nothing.

He remained silent, so naturally, Song Tan still dominated the conversation, her voice filled with annoyance and sighs:

“And then there’s food, you’ve got to watch what you eat! Takeout isn’t like our homemade meals that nourish you. Look at our skin and how lively we are, isn’t it a huge difference?”

Absolutely! Radiant and rosy, spirited and vigorous. Zhou Maozhu then glanced at his own son… no need to mention, his face looked so haggard and sunken, anyone who didn’t know better might think he’s begging for food!

“Outside food isn’t the same. Even a takeout meal that costs over a dozen yuan isn’t up to scratch, who knows what kind of oil they use, what kind of environment it’s in! At the very least a meal should cost thirty to forty, right?”

“Like me, just before coming back, I ordered a clay pot rice at the company–now that was expensive! I almost threw up after just one bite…”

What? A meal should be thirty to forty? Three meals a day, thirty days a month… Bless my soul, that’s two to three thousand just on food!

Zhou Maozhu’s vision darkened as he finally realized–his son, in another couple of years, might not even have 50,000 saved up!

What’s the use of such a high salary then?

“Does all the money just go to the landlord and for cigarettes and takeout?”

“Better to stay back home instead! This year he happened to catch Song Tan’s tea leaf frying, 400 a day, worked solidly for a few months, and that’s no small sum of money!”

“My daughter-in-law often came over to help with plowing and weeding ever since Song Tan started hiring for his tea field, and later, with things like packaging peaches, she never missed out, and all in all, she made nearly ten thousand!”

“Picking tea and growing vegetables in our spare time, and managing a reasonable amount of social exchanges among relatives, we’ve saved up several tens of thousands in half a year.”

“And the work isn’t tiring either, way better than the endless overtime in the factories!”

“But his son…”

Zhou Maozhu took another look at Zhou Tianyu, solidly built, he too had worked in the fields as a child, if he also stayed and worked with Song Tan…

“Isn’t a 3000 yuan salary a bit low? After all, you never know how stable it is…”

“But this 3000 yuan could be steadily saved… No, no, Tianyu definitely wouldn’t agree to that. It’s better to find a job in the city, and we could even make a down payment for him…”

“How should I persuade the kid then?”

Zhou Maozhu thought it over and over, but the problem reverted back to its original form.

And although Song Tan had laid the groundwork, he wasn’t in a hurry for results–there was hardly any work right now, so why rush to hire people? Once the factory in the hills was built and the chef hired, people would surely come asking about it.

With more people inquiring, the job would become sought-after. By then, when Zhou Tianyu comes along, he would surely be wholeheartedly committed!

Song Tan smiled as Seventh Uncle came in carrying a plate of sliced salted duck eggs:

“Try these, they were cured in clay. They just became ready these past few days, and I boiled them just now–look at these egg yolks, they’re so red and oily!”

So she enthusiastically changed the subject:

“Come on, uncle, have a taste. Start with some side dishes to line your stomach, or you’ll get drunk quickly once we start drinking!”

Zhou Maozhu’s jumbled thoughts were interrupted, at this moment he had wanted to ask a few more questions. But when the plate of oily duck eggs was brought in front of him and placed on the table, his gaze was fixed solely on the table, and he couldn’t recall anything else.

So everyone didn’t even bother with small talk and just started eating with their chopsticks–

Honestly, if it weren’t for Zhou Maozhu wanting to talk about his son, everyone would have started eating earlier. Wasn’t it just that they held back for a couple of minutes because once the chopsticks were picked up, no one would be able to speak?

Now they were just too eager!

And Zhou Tianyu, holding his chopsticks bemusedly, thought, isn’t it the village custom to be modest and say a few words before eating? How come they started as soon as the food was served?

But looking over at his parents, who were eating without ever lifting their heads, he hesitated for a moment and then picked up a serving of the cold cucumber salad in front of him–

Mm-mm-mm!!!

His eyes bulged in surprise!

Chewing, swallowing. The fresh sweetness and the juicy crunch of the cucumber mixed with the spiciness of the chili in his mouth, merged into an ineffable epiphany of flavor, lingering in his memory.

At that moment, he looked over in shock at Professor Song and the others, who had been rather quiet, and then looked on with newfound respect at Song Tan.

He thought:

No wonder with just a wave of her hand she can summon millions! Turns out, when she farms, she’s truly skilled!!!

His dad must have gotten it wrong, she just didn’t announce it–

This is clearly the result of casually throwing around tens of millions!