Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 608 - Chapter 608 608. Broken Heart_1

Chapter 608: 608. Broken Heart_1 Chapter 608: 608. Broken Heart_1 Under the table was Song Youde.

All he did was wave his hand: “That ungrateful brat can’t be beaten to death!”

Then, just as thunderously loud, his snoring resumed, vaguely overlapping with Tai Xiaodong’s from next door, rising and falling in a rhythmic sequence.

Song Tan deeply regretted it!

If she had known that she would have to clean up the mess after they got drunk, she would have never brought out the alcohol!

She glanced at the bottles on the table again–well, they started with three bottles, and now there was only one and a half left, and they call that a drinking capacity?!

She picked up a bottle and shook it, almost laughing with frustration at this point.

…

The next day was another sunny one.

When Seventh Uncle woke up, he couldn’t help but squint at the dazzling sunlight shining through the window.

Then, he realized: Eh, why is it so bright?

And when he slowly walked out of the house, he saw the yard quiet and still, the air steaming with heat, making him instantly break out in a sweat.

He felt bewildered for a moment before remembering–oh, this is his home!

No, that’s not right!

Wasn’t he drinking? How did he end up at home? And besides, it was dark when he was drinking!

Checking his phone–heavens, it was 8:30 in the morning! By this time, people who were working were almost home.

He quickly went to the kitchen to wash up with a basin of cool water, then hurriedly made his way to Song Tan’s house.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Seventh Grandma and Aunt Lianhua’s family peeling corns, and couldn’t help feeling guilty: “I got up late.”

Seventh Grandma glanced at him: “Wow, incredible!” she said mockingly. “The one who boasts about never getting drunk, bragging like nobody’s business, and yet one drink knocks you out.”

Seventh Uncle felt utterly embarrassed!

He wanted to say that he wasn’t that bad at holding his liquor.

But yesterday, Youde only poured drinks twice, two small half-glasses, not even one full glass when put together, so how come he slept until now?

All he could do was mutter sheepishly: “This liquor is really strong.”

However, that was pretty good.

He smacked his lips in secret, thinking about yesterday’s aromatic and lingering taste, somehow feeling a little craving again.

Thinking of how spirited he felt today, with no headache or discomfort, it seemed like the brew was indeed excellent…

Now was clearly not the time to be thinking about that.

He looked around: “How come it’s only you folks here?”

Aunt Lianhua started laughing: “Uncle Song got drunk yesterday and was carried back by Tantan, hasn’t shown up until now. I heard it was my aunt leading people in weaving straw mats.”

“As for Tantan and the others, they went out early with some people to pick corn. Look at this corn, it’s already getting old.”

“Then, then…”

Seventh Uncle felt a bad premonition stirring: With such a strong effect from just a couple of sips, which made him sleep for so long, this could really interfere with things! Would he still be able to drink whenever he wanted in the future?

“What did you all have for breakfast?”

“Isn’t that easy!” Aunt Lianhua laughed. “Weren’t there pumpkin buns ready in the freezer from yesterday? I cooked a pot of thin rice porridge, and steamed another pot of buns–that was plenty for a meal.”

While they were talking, two more people came out from the side building.

Tai Xiaodong and Professor Song also staggered out, then faced the full spread of daylight with expressions identical to Seventh Uncle’s this morning.

…

And down below the back hill in the fields, Qiaoqiao was live streaming once again.

Today, he was teaching the kids how to pick corns.

Everyone was in full gear.

Masks, hats, long-sleeved coats, all properly worn before they dived into the cornfield.

The corn leaves are dense and wide, even more formidable than sorghum’s; as soon as you walk in, their serrated edges scratch against clothes and hats with a swish.

If someone inexperienced with farm work were to come in wearing short sleeves, their skin would be sliced up and bleeding in no time.

Because of the humidity and heat, clusters of mosquitoes also gather in the cornfield, seemingly wishing they could eat a lifetime’s worth of meals at the sight of so much “food”!

Luckily, Song Tan had come prepared, and in every basket, a small amount of mugwort was lit.

In short, it was extremely difficult.

In the barrage, some viewers sighed and commented:

“Before, wasn’t there some romantic literature about cornfields, pressing people down in the fields and all that… Now it seems, they’re all bullshit.”

“That’s not entirely true, if it’s someone who’s used to hard work… ”

“Used to hard work, calloused all over? Is that what you’re trying to say? Then imagine, if that’s the image, is it still worth fantasizing about?”

“Watch it, people in front, don’t go saying crazy things just because there’s no moderator in our livestream. If someone gets yellow-carded, we’re all responsible.”

“Sigh. It’s mainly because there’s so much corn in front of us, it’s hard to see but not eat, my heart aches.”

“It hurts, it really hurts!”

“There are so many ears of corn here, two or three cobs each. Why isn’t it the same as at my home where we only get one?”

“To the person in front, this is probably silage corn. It’s high-yielding but tastes awful. Still, it’s popular for processing into feed.”

“The price for silage is still decent this year, I think it’s 1,500 per mu.”

“1,500 per mu? Isn’t that too cheap?”

“If you don’t know, don’t spout nonsense, this price is more profitable than selling the corn cobs themselves.”

“It indeed makes good money, but there are many constraints. For instance, the broadcaster’s mountainous area is inconvenient for transport; they definitely can’t sell it like that. The cost of procurement is too high.”

“Right! And it’s also unsuitable for areas without large-scale livestock farms nearby due to the high transportation costs.”

“The broadcaster’s corn is growing so well. Back home, it’s been raining for a month straight. The crops can’t withstand it.”

“Relying on the heavens for food is just so hard…”

Unlike the usual playful banter and requests for links, today’s livestream has been watched all morning with cob after cob of corn snapped off into baskets, yet the host hasn’t interacted with them at all.

The viewers went from drooling with greed to gossiping and chatting at random–anyway, they can’t leave, only silently watch like this, and seem to have been rubbed smooth by the livestream.

Just then, Song Tan came over, and quickly stripped the husk off a corn cob in her hands, then brutally yanked the tender silk from the front of the corn cob, tearing it clean in a few swift movements.

“Qiaoqiao, quick, this one’s so tender, it must be especially sweet.”

Qiaoqiao was still wearing gloves and bent her head low to take a big bite from Song Tan’s hand–

The immature corn kernels were a milky yellow color, very pale and tender. As she bit into it, the juice splattered.

The livestream camera was right in front.

All the viewers in the livestream room were caught off guard by this sudden display of delicious food, getting sprayed in an embarrassing mess!

“Ah ah ah dammit, I’m not even craving anymore, why do you have to eat it in front of me!”

“Such tender corn! No, no, I have got to go to the vegetable market early tomorrow morning.”

“Who said this was silage corn? Can silage corn even taste this good?”

“The host is enjoying it so much, their eyes are squinting… I harbor an equal hatred for every delicious thing I can’t buy.”

Right?

The corn tasted both crunchy and sweet, carrying a unique fragrance. The creamy juice was chewed in the mouth, and Qiaoqiao licked the residue smeared on the edge of her lips before looking up:

“Sister, aren’t you eating? It’s so tasty.”

“I won’t eat it.”

Song Tan looked at her with a smile: “I prefer corn that’s a bit tougher, grilled for lunch.”

“But you, as a child, you always loved tender corn–here, eat a bit more.”

Then Qiaoqiao obediently bent her head once more and took another big “chomp.”

The plump and round corn cob now had two jagged bites taken out of it, some of the bitten corn kernels clinging to the cob, much like the shattered hearts of the fans.