Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 722 - Chapter 722 714. Something fishy_1

Chapter 722: 714. Something fishy_1 Chapter 722: 714. Something fishy_1 Secretary Xiaozu always felt that something was off.

It was indeed strange–

That day, she had followed the usual procedure to submit the application, but in her heart, she held little hope.

There were too many places that needed funding, and for a poor mountain village with no prospects for development, road construction was bound to happen sooner or later, but it was likely to be at the very end of the priority list.

Maybe not for many years.

Even though she had included the current development status of Song Tan’s farm in her documents, the farm had only been registered for half a year, with too many uncertainties still present.

She hadn’t held much hope, just resolved that if there was still no plan for road construction after she went through all her contacts by the end of the year, then she…

Then she’d have no choice but to rely on her family’s resources.

But after all, using family connections for such trivial matters was not proper, and it could be seen as a sign of her insufficient capabilities… That’s why she had hesitated to take action.

But come on, what scope could she possibly have for action as just a village secretary?

That day, she had submitted the documents in the morning, and in less than half an hour, someone got in touch with her:

“Rest assured, the road issue for Yunqiao Village is already under discussion. The city is having a meeting right now, and we should have definite news by this afternoon.”

At the same time, they looked at her mysteriously, “You too, having such connections and not telling us earlier… Look, now the leaders have taken us into consideration… It makes us look unenthusiastic…”

Secretary Xiaozu: ???

What connections? She hadn’t even used hers yet!

This was fishy!

Even fishier things were yet to come–after the meeting in the morning, she had already received feedback, and by the afternoon, even the plans for the asphalt road construction were on the schedule!

With all sorts of doubts, she returned to the village. On the way, she encountered a car worth four or five hundred thousand from Ning City, which had to back up thirty or fifty meters in order to stop at a turnoff to make room for her to pass.

Tsk.

This was the downside of not repairing roads, both cars couldn’t pass at the same time, surely a sign of backwardness.

Secretary Xiaozu, pondering as she continued on her way, felt that the problem lay with Song Tan’s family.

She drove straight there and saw Zhang Yanping with a sickle and basket, layers of resentment shrouding his face, every strand of hair radiating unwillingness.

It was understandable, after all, he had just escaped from the bitter sea of family life, only to become a toiling worker yet again.

Behind him, Wu Lei was also holding a sickle and bamboo basket, his expression gloomy–anyone who had gotten an advance of five hundred yuan on wages before starting work couldn’t be happy.

“What are you…”

Before she could ask, she saw Qiaoqiao had already started a livestream: “Little friends, did you all learn how to boil beans last time? Sister says that was quite simple, so this afternoon we can learn something more–let’s go cut some Ai Cao!”

Secretary Xiaozu hurriedly turned to the side, focusing her attention back on the Ai Cao:

“What do you need Ai Cao for?”

Qiaoqiao explained, “The beans we dried the other day are ready, now we need to cut some Ai Cao to cover the beans.”

After finishing, she hurried to emphasize, “Little friends, Ai Cao is to cover the beans that we mixed and dried last time. The boiled beans we livestreamed this morning are for making watermelon sauce, you can’t dry them! They need to be kept in a warm, humid room and covered with gauze to stew.”

Secretary Xiaozu: …It’s beyond her comprehension.

She gave up. Meanwhile, she casually opened the livestream and saw a barrage of comments:

[The hostess overestimates me, I didn’t learn a thing]

[Wait, bean paste isn’t the same as watermelon sauce?]

[Last time I watched half a video on how to make soy sauce, and today I watched half a video on how to make watermelon jam. Should I include this skill on my resume or not?]

[Hold on, does that mean you still haven’t found a job?]

[What is mugwort? Is it a kind of Ai Cao?]

[Hahaha received a private message at the back-end, thank you to the host for the gift!]

[Even though I haven’t received it yet, I’ll thank you in advance.]

[Wait, what are you all thanking for? What gift?]

[This is a bit embarrassing to say, but it’s just a small tip, barely made it to third place on the leaderboard, and the host actually sent an Ai Tiao!]

[What?!!!!]

[Is it too late to tip now?]

[Host, what you’re doing is simply not right!]

[Exactly! Who gives a gift to the third on the leaderboard without notifying everyone? Do you even know how to make money?]

[Right! You should have shouted it out in the live room and let us compete for it right then and there!]

[Your foresight is too shallow, just an Ai Tiao… I’m different! I have money, let me do it!]

[Is this just an Ai Tiao? This is the ultimate honor! This stingy host hasn’t given away anything until now!]

Following that, the screen exploded with one tipping special effect after another. The various colors indicating different tipping amounts burst forth, making Secretary Xiaozu shake his head–

Modern netizens just can’t save money, now I get it.

Meanwhile, one of the live broadcast’s main attractions, Zhang Yanping, arrived dressed in a shirt and pants at the wasteland–although no one really knew whose fallow field it was, it didn’t matter, as there were hardly any people left in the village now.

He assumed a ready stance, then suddenly pulled out his phone: “What does mugwort look like again?”

Qiaoqiao was anxious: “Brother Yanping, the kids are all studying, you can’t be lazy. This is the mugwort patch I found! It looks like this!”

After growing up over the holidays, Wu Lei was now silently starting to cut the herbs. But after just cutting a few, Qiaoqiao became anxious again: “Brother Wu Lei, leave the old ones alone.”

Zhang Yanping complained in agony: “Qiaoqiao, there’s so much mugwort here nobody wants, let’s just finish cutting and you can pick and choose at home… It’s cooler at home!”

Qiaoqiao thought for a moment–That made sense!

He then nodded: “Alright then! But Brother Yanping, stop talking; you haven’t cut a single one yet!”

Zhang Yanping hung his head, feeling his sore arms, and cursed resentfully: “You little rip-off!”

…

Meanwhile, Secretary Xiaozu finally remembered the real business at hand: “Where’s Tantan?”

Seventh Uncle was scrolling on his phone: “The soybeans I cooked this morning were piled too high, the temperature was a bit too much, I’m afraid they might grow black mold, so I asked her to go and turn them over.”

He added proudly: “Didn’t I say Master Qian wasn’t up to the task? Taking on an apprentice to make watermelon soy sauce, even though we already had the experience on the mountain, they still piled the beans too thick this time.”

“Enough, Seventh Uncle!” Song Tan came out from the warm warehouse, smiling at him: “It was just that we ran out of bamboo mats, so we piled them a bit thicker. His craftsmanship is actually quite good.”

At least with the ordinary ingredients on the mountain, what Master Qian and Qiaoqiao made was so glossy and fragrant that the workers would eat two big bowls per meal! They couldn’t stop praising it!

Secretary Xiaozu didn’t care about the soybeans; he was just wondering: “Song Tan, recently at your shop or backstage, have you received any unusual messages?”

Song Tan was startled: “No… I don’t think so. If there were, Brother Yanping would definitely say something.”

“That’s strange then.”

As Secretary Xiaozu spoke of the strangeness, his face was all smiles: “Our village’s road is going to be fixed by the end of the month, at the latest!”