Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 900 - 882. Capturing hearts is the supreme strategy

Chapter 900: 882. Capturing hearts is the supreme strategy

Just doing the calculations alone isn’t useful, this money needs to be known to Zhang Wang’s Family first. Nothing else needs to be said, making the old man happy is the priority.

But, when it came to mentioning an amount of over a hundred thousand, Zhang Wang’s family was completely taken aback!

"How, how could it be so much?"

The old man murmured: "If only we could earn that much, if only we could earn that much..."

As he spoke, tears slid down the deep lines of his weathered face, his entire expression filled with deep sorrow!

"Uncle..." Qiaoqiao still held a vine in her hand, looking at him helplessly at this moment.

However, Zhang Wang just collapsed to the ground, first sobbing, then bursting into loud wails: "To think that we could have earned so much... my poor wife... ohhhhh..."

Secretary Xiaozu hastily turned off the live broadcast.

And those young people up on the slope didn’t know what to say.

What to say?

To say, if the three children knew the land was worth this much money, would they have willingly paid the 50,000 yuan for their mother’s medical expenses?

To say, knowing that Kudzu root could sell for over a hundred thousand, if they had just given 20,000 yuan to treat their mother, wouldn’t they have continued to share this larger sum every year?

But now, there’s no point in saying anything.

The old lady didn’t pass away because they lacked that 50,000 yuan, she died because she was literally driven to her death by her ungrateful children.

Now, everyone stood there not knowing what to do, and for some reason, a previously cheerful dog, busy digging the ground, came over.

Finally, Cang Er quietly stood in front of Zhang Wang’s family, emitting a short "woof" from his throat. Then, his wet, warm tongue licked his face.

Eh, salty? Lick it again!

Zhang Wang flustered, tried to dodge his hot and slightly smelly tongue. At this moment, for some reason, no tears flowed anymore.

He stood up slowly with Qiaoqiao’s help, thought for a while, and then took out from his pocket a few pupae he had initially cracked open, quickly peeled them, took out the pale yellow Kudzu Bugs inside and handed them to Cang Er:

"This dog, has more heart than humans."

Tasty! Never eaten this before! Tender meat!

Several dogs quickly gathered around, and soon, they gobbled up all the pupae Zhang Wang initially opened.

Afterward, the old man’s spirits lifted, and he picked up the sickle again:

"Isn’t it just about money? I’ve toiled my whole life, it’s time I earn a lot and enjoy life—Qiaoqiao, all of you, and a few dogs, you didn’t help me for nothing, I’ll pay you wages! Buy meat for them!"

Zhang Yanping suddenly felt relieved: "Oh, Uncle Zhang, Tantan is going to pay you a salary, and you want to pay us too, what’s the point of going back and forth like this?"

"We’re not really helping properly, just lending a hand, once your Kudzu Root Powder is ready, just give two kilograms each to us."

"Fine! There’s plenty of Kudzu Root Powder! I’ll send five kilograms each for you to take back to let your parents try."

This time, nobody declined, even Secretary Xiaozu came over: "Oh, then you really have to make it well, and later work on a packaging idea. Once it’s ready, Qiaoqiao and I will promote it in the live broadcast room for you!"

For a moment, what was a repetitive, monotonous task suddenly made Zhang Wang’s family deeply feel tranquility.

However, Secretary Xiaozu ultimately isn’t just the secretary for Lao Song’s family, at this moment she sincerely considered for Zhang Wang’s family:

"I think this Kudzu root has good prospects, if you’re willing, later on, find a plot of land and you can plant it yourself."

The most that planting could affect is just a slight price drop, but it wouldn’t make the goods unsellable.

Who would have thought that Zhang Wang’s Family just shook their heads: "I’m too old now!"

"Now, Lao Song’s family doesn’t mind having me, and the work, whether pushing carts or tricycles, doesn’t require me to exert much effort. I still get a salary every month, someone cooks for me, life is stable."

"If I grow Kudzu root myself, even if Xiaosun can cheaply help me to dig it out, I’m old and sooner or later I won’t have the strength to process the powder."

"Moreover, you only see this plot of land yielding an income of tens of thousands at a time, but many of these kudzu roots haven’t been dug out for years, they were planted long ago, the yield isn’t the same."

Poor peasants might not understand investments, but their meticulousness in calculating every penny far exceeds any actuary.

Now, don’t be fooled by the mere 2500 monthly salary Zhang Wang’s Family gets; at his age, with his health condition—people might laugh if it were known, but when Song Tan hired him earlier this year, he was actually already physically frail!

To be able to earn 2500 and not have to exert himself in work, truly gives him peace of mind.

Now with more people in the house, just overseeing the cattle and sheep, he doesn’t need to exert much effort, he just needs to be meticulous.

With that, what more could he complain about?

Now that Secretary Xiaozu talks like this, he no longer feels embarrassed as he used to be, quite straightforward:

"Anyhow, now the government takes good care of us elderly. While I can move, I’ll work at Lao Song’s family, and when I can’t move, the government will handle my final affairs... I’m content!"

Watching him looking relaxed, Secretary Xiaozu, for some reason, also nodded: "Rest assured!"

But Qiaoqiao, hearing this, couldn’t help but say: "What final affairs? Is it the matters after death? Grandpa said during dinner one day, that everything at home depends on the villagers, if in the future there are village elders without descendants to handle their funerals, he would donate money for a ritual..."

He was half-informed about this matter, and now he stretched out his hand: "Grandpa said, for one day!"

Then he withdrew his finger, turning his head to Secretary Xiaozu: "What does holding a ritual for one day mean?"

His question hadn’t yet been answered when Zhang Wang’s Family once again teared up, repeatedly nodding:

"Good! Good! Lao Song’s family has a kind heart! I know... even if I close my eyes now, I’m satisfied..."

Qiaoqiao felt bewildered.

Yet Secretary Xiaozu shook his head and sighed, only speaking after Zhang Wang’s Family went aside to wipe his tears: "Song Qiaoqiao oh Song Qiaoqiao, if you had normal thinking, who could resist your sweet talk!"

Huh?

Qiaoqiao puzzledly shook his head: "I didn’t say anything sweet!"

"Yes indeed!" Secretary Xiaozu sighed: "You are just too good at seizing the moment to strike at the heart."

The mindset of village elders isn’t the same as the young people of today; they do not avoid talking about life and death, instead, they view funeral affairs with particular importance.

If a family’s elder dies without holding "rituals"—meaning religious or Daoist rituals—it truly tarnishes the family’s reputation. Quite a few elders even inquire about the number of days to hold rituals before they pass away...

As far as Secretary Xiaozu knows, last year in the village, two elders who died from sickness, their families both conducted one and a half days of rites, which was already quite good here.

Now, Zhang Wang’s Family talks about leaving final affairs worry-free to the government, but the government doesn’t handle these things!

Qiaoqiao chose the right time to say this...

My goodness!

In the future, won’t Zhang Wang’s Family prioritize Lao Song’s family’s matters even over their own!

"Clever little rascal!" Secretary Xiaozu couldn’t help himself, fiercely ruffling Qiaoqiao’s head.