Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 764 - Chapter 764 754. Wild boar_1

Chapter 764: 754. Wild boar?!!_1 Chapter 764: 754. Wild boar?!!_1 The autumn rain was not as violent as the summer’s, and after lunch, the sky had darkened. In the yard, dragonflies flew back and forth in low flight, enticing several orange cats to leap and pounce, their tails nearly flinging off as they lay in ambush.

Soon after, a steady drizzle began to fall.

This rain lasted less than two hours, and while it wasn’t particularly heavy, it wasn’t light either. At least the earth on the mountain’s slopes was thoroughly soaked, and the air was filled with the distinctive scent of wet soil and vegetation that follows a rain.

From a distance, the mountaintops were shrouded in mist, and before long, a faint rainbow appeared out of thin air.

“A rainbow!”

Qiaoqiao exclaimed loudly, “I haven’t seen one all summer! I want to take the kids to see the rainbow!”

It was Seventh Uncle who instructed him, “While you’re at it, take a basket and pick a few chestnuts from Chestnut Garden. Pick half a basket of Sweet Potato Vine while you’re there.”

“Okay!”

Qiaoqiao, basket in hand and phone at the ready, couldn’t wait to dash up the mountain.

Zhang Yanping only had time to poke her head out from the balcony, “Wait for me to send out a notice first–”

What notice?

Teacher Qiaoqiao is known for being unpredictably swift.

And there it was, the familiar livestream was on again, and after a brief silence, people started trickling in.

[Family, who knows? I only have notifications for this livestream platform turned on because I’m afraid of missing Teacher Qiaoqiao’s broadcasts]

[I’ve long set this livestream as a favorite]

[Is Teacher Qiaoqiao afraid that notifying us would bring more viewers?]

[It’s actually good without notice; if there’s anything new, I might still have the chance to snag it.]

[Otherwise, why would I set up notifications for when the broadcast starts? Is it just for Teacher Qiao? That’s right, it is for him!]

[Looks like the camera is pointing uphill, what’s the broadcast about today?]

[Aren’t the rice crops at the host’s place due for harvest around this time?]

[It’s almost October, indeed it seems about time]

[What? Harvesting rice today?]

[What? Threshing grain today?]

[What? Selling rice today?]

Qiaoqiao huffed and puffed up the mountain, swinging a basket in one hand and holding a short smartphone stabilizer in the other, “Kids, today we’re picking chestnuts and Sweet Potato Vine, make sure you learn well!”

Chestnuts and Sweet Potato Vine?

As soon as they heard it was about food, everyone immediately perked up! However, before they could express any opinions, they saw Qiaoqiao delightedly saying:

“Sister said that when we slaughter the pig for New Year’s, five kids will be invited to have a class reunion, and they’ll get to participate in slaughtering the pig and pulling its legs. Everyone should prepare well in advance!”

[??!!!]

[What did I hear?]

[Slaughtering a pig for New Year’s? The host’s pig?]

[Host, I work out regularly and got a lot of strength, I’m especially good at pulling pig legs–is the pig a kicker?]

[Cut it out, front row. You clearly have never done something like this! I’m different; I fed pigs when I was young, I’ll hold the pig leg and it won’t be able to kick!]

[Slaughtering the pig, that’s it! Farmhouse pork pot, I haven’t had it for decades]

[Please make sure to call me! Name your price! Can I still make it to be the top contributor now?]

[Just curious, how do we prepare for this? Can I practice by pulling my husband’s leg?]

[Speaking of which, hasn’t it been a while since the host showed us the pigs? I like the spotted one.]

[Nonsense! The black ones are tastier!]

[The white one looks meatier]

[Host, Guoyi is so pretty, why have you not shown Guoyi to us for such a long time?]

[Who cares about Guoyi? Pictures of long-tailed pheasants are all over the internet, but it’s not every day you get to eat freshly killed pork.]

[What are you thinking? There are only five spots. Even if pies fell from the sky, they wouldn’t hit me.]

[Broadcast for ten minutes and viewership has already broken five thousand. I remember the peak was seven hundred thousand viewers… With my luck, I’m just a fraction of that, sob sob sob.]

[I don’t care, I don’t care! I just want to lower the odds!]

However, no matter how enthusiastically they discussed, Qiaoqiao wasn’t looking at all, and had even placed the basket by the roadside before adjusting the camera:

“Kids, Chestnut Garden is up on that mountain, let’s pick some sweet potato vines first.”

However, as soon as the camera panned over, Qiaoqiao was stunned.

There in front of him, in the not-so-large sweet potato field, was a dark figure, snuffling among the rolling furrows, grunting and rooting about something.

He opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded.

But the bullet-screen chat came alive:

[Eh eh eh, what’s that in the field? Is it ‘Da Wang’?]

[Is ‘Da Wang’ snacking on sweet potatoes?]

[So many sweet potato vines!]

[Wait wait wait!!! Doesn’t that thing in the field look like a pig?]

[It seems like… a wild boar?]

[?! A wild boar?!]

[Streamer, hurry, hurry, take it down!]

[Streamer, go fast! Call ‘Da Wang’ to stop it! We’re allowed to capture wild boars now, you can eat it!]

[Don’t egg him on, you have no idea about the fighting power of wild boars if you’ve never stayed in the forest. Encountering one only means risking your life!]

And just then, Qiaoqiao finally snapped out of it, “That’s a huge wild boar!”

He hesitated, “Kids, this wild boar looks huge. If I brought it back to the pigpen, it would bully the other pigs, right?”

The bullet-screen chat exploded–

[?? Are you even listening to yourself, streamer?]

[Run, run now!]

[Call over ‘Da Wang’ and the others to chase away the wild boar! It’d be good enough just to drive it away; you don’t stand a chance without a weapon!]

When Qiaoqiao was born, the wild boars in the forest had almost been cleared out, and afterwards, the country began to prohibit private hunting.

Therefore, this was actually the first time he had ever seen a wild boar in person.

Now standing on the ridge, he studied this two to three hundred pound robust black boar carefully until he realized–

“My sweet potatoes!!!”

His family had planted the sweet potatoes late, so they weren’t due to mature until around October.

Wild boars rooting for food aren’t delicate at all; they simply rooted up that whole area, turning up sweet potatoes in all directions, munching on vines and crushing everything into disarray with just a few movements.

And it wasn’t clear if this was just a bad habit of its or what, but the sweet potato vines were bitten into pieces, and the immature sweet potatoes that had been rooted up by its big snout were laid bare on the ground, half-eaten…

And this rascal was still trudging down the furrow, continuing to root forward.

Looking at it now, a large area had been turned into a total mess!

This really pissed Qiaoqiao off!

“You darn wild boar!”

He raged, “If you’re going to steal, just steal, but why do you have to destroy at the same time? If you keep this up, big sister is definitely going to spank you!”

He said bitterly, then picked up the basket and ran to the wild boar’s rear in a few strides, before beginning to collect the half-eaten sweet potatoes one by one.

Because of the recent rain, his shoes had already accumulated a thick layer of mud by walking this path.

The sweet potatoes on the ground looked even more pitiful.

Irregular round red skins covered in mud, with gnawed crater-like surfaces revealed milky yellow sweet potato flesh, now exposed amidst the enveloping dirt.