Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 940 - 922. Rambling Essays

Chapter 940: 922. Rambling Essays

With a heart full of righteous indignation, the elder aunt found Zhang Wang’s family: "Master Zhang, Master Zhang..."

Zhang Wang’s family has gained a lot of experience (learned much) in cattle and sheep farming, so the elder aunt was somewhat embarrassed and just called out like that when she came.

Seeing Zhang Wang’s family called over, they were still cordially enthusiastic: "What do you want to ask?"

There’s a lot to ask, but not right now! The elder aunt carefully considered her words: "That... that... Master Zhang, have you been in contact with your children recently..."

Zhang Wang’s family’s face instantly tensed up: "I don’t have children!"

"Yes, yes, I know!" The elder aunt couldn’t continue, and at this moment gritted her teeth and simply told the truth: "That, my relatives in town said that when your children heard you were not doing well, they all started rushing here—oh, and they even inquired, saying it was your eldest son who let it slip."

Zhang Wang’s family’s face turned ashen in an instant, and they staggered! The elder aunt nearly caught him, and quickly called for help:

"Wu Lei! Wu Lei! Come over and help! Where is your dad? Call your dad to come over on the tricycle, we’re going to Tantan’s place—you, you, you, don’t move, you watch the cattle and sheep!"

Wu Lei stood there dumbfounded, feeling as if something big had happened, but he was completely unable to get involved...

Meanwhile, the elder uncle, hearing the commotion, quickly rode over on a bicycle, and Zhang Wang’s family took a deep breath. At that moment, without needing anyone’s support, they sat in the tricycle, then with one hand gripping the rail, they angrily said:

"Bastard!"

Grinding teeth in fury, each word heavy with sorrow, the elder aunt’s eyes welled up with tears, and she hurriedly followed them into the vehicle.

...

Over here meanwhile, Wu Lan was pacing around the courtyard, unable to cool her anger despite the cold wind. Song Sancheng, also unusually smoking, squatted under the eaves and asked, "What to do? Maybe we should call Secretary Xiaozu over."

Only Song Tan was perfectly calm: "Don’t worry, I think Uncle Zhang is quite clear-minded; he even asked me to take him to the urban area to get a notarization!"

"What notarization?" Wu Lan shook her head: "What was, was then, but the heart of a parent, it sticks to their children for a lifetime! Wait until his sons and grandsons come in droves, clinging to his legs and wailing, then tell me how hard would it be for him?"

She gave Song Sancheng a sidelong glance: "Men, they inherently desire to have sons. When Qiaoqiao was born, he was smugly saying: ’Now I have a son!’"

Hmph!

Wu Lan has been ambitious all her life, and though the matter was trivial, she would remember it for a lifetime.

Song Sancheng awkwardly said, "That... I was happy, but I was also happy when Tantan was born! It’s not the same thing!"

"Besides, I was the one who spent money to have a Daoist pick Tantan’s name... Five kilos of apples, two packets of candy, plus 50 yuan! That was no small amount back then!"

When it came to Qiaoqiao, it was just picked on the fly!

One named after sandalwood, another named after a ’qiao’ tree, and later when they found out Qiaoqiao had problems, Song Sancheng regretted many times, why didn’t he give his child a better name? But by then, when reconsidering, everyone felt that the original name was the best...

As they were still dealing with Zhang Wang’s family’s situation, their own parents started to make a fuss, with Qiaoqiao fanning the flames nearby:

"Why didn’t you spend money on my name like you did with my sister’s? Did you not bargain?"

And Song Sancheng was at a loss, answering on one hand: "Your sister was frail when she was young and kept getting sick..."

On the other hand, he had to say, "Look at you, twisting my words with just one sentence, I’m not that man preferring sons to daughters..."

Song Tan sighed.

Frankly speaking, it was her first time hearing about this, but this was a topic that couldn’t be clarified with arguing, so she simply skipped it:

"I think Uncle Zhang probably won’t be sentimental—he has no worries now, why does he need children?"

Song Sancheng paused for a moment, recalling a news story from a few days ago, and gave an example: "You can’t figure out people’s thoughts that way. Take those who are in their forties and fifties willing to marry men in their seventies or eighties... Does the old man truly know if it’s for money or for affection?"

But people like that do get married anyway. After all, once they die, they can’t use the house, so it’s better to find someone who can take good care of them and make their life comfortable.

Men are different in this respect; they’re rational and composed, unlike women.

Even if Zhang Wang’s family has no future worries, he’s got money, or maybe he soft-talks his way into hanging a carrot for his children to care for him, right? After all, they are his own children. When he’s gone, the money will be distributed, the house and land divided...

That works too.

It’s quite a smart move when you think about it... but for people like us, it’s kind of stifling.

It makes sense, but Song Tan is still not worried. She starts laughing at this moment: "Well, you guys just wait and see."

...

The tricycle really did arrive quickly.

Incidentally, Secretary Xiaozu also showed up, taking the opportunity to speak with Song Tan: "I went to discuss things with Tian Tian and happened to check the greenhouse. The care they’ve been giving the strawberries is really meticulous, almost as if they are individually attended to."

The couple may not be up to heavy labor, but the attention to detail they provide to the strawberries is extreme, as if each single berry is individually cared for.

"The irrigation and fertilization schedule, along with the lighting duration that Professor Song provided, are meticulously followed with alarms set on the smartphone."

With such care, since they are used for breeding plants, it’s true that the fruiting strawberry plants in the greenhouse are fewer, but the runners are growing quickly and have started to spread across the ground.

"That’s right," Song Tan said proudly, "The three of them together make a salary of 6500. Tian Tian will join as soon as her livestreaming gig is done. If I have to hire more, you’ll have to pay me—that’s called a secondment."

Secretary Xiaozu glanced at her, thinking to himself that Tian Tian originally sold clothes in the urban area and could make up to ten thousand or more a month including commission, bonus, and salary by the end of the year! Coming back to earn your 3500 was all for the sake of her parents’ wages, right?

"How can you say that!"

Song Tan looked innocent: "But isn’t there also the ’big pie’ I’ve drawn?" Of course, the pie can be eaten—it’s all about whether you aim for the long-term or the present, and that’s where Tian Tian’s courage comes in.

To tell the truth, in sales, you’re never short of work opportunities and money to be made. Anyone else wouldn’t have taken this ’pie’ he’s offering.

But to Song Tan, it just seemed like such a waste.

Tian Tian is ambitious and dares to dream and do. With a bit of help, she could really make something of herself.

However, today’s focus is clearly not on Tian Tian, but on Zhang Wang’s family.

Secretary Xiaozu casually brought up another topic: "Have you discussed it with your family?"

Song Tan previously approached her, mentioning the idea for the village’s elderly living alone: when they pass away, she would help with the funeral arrangements, having a village cadre like her as a witness, it would be guaranteed to have a decent Daoist service, orderly and dignified...

Song Tan also drew inspiration from the reaction of Zhang Wang’s family that Qiaoqiao mentioned—

In the village, the elderly spend their lifetime looking forward to this. How well one’s funeral is conducted is really important!

The government wouldn’t neglect them, but there’s limited money and it has to be spent on practical matters, not on these sorts of things.

Yet, she has her own self-interest in doing this: managing a funeral, with feasts and Daoist rituals, would at most cost thirty to fifty thousand yuan.

For Song Tan today, thirty to fifty thousand isn’t much, but with this promise, the elderly would genuinely be ready to step up and pitch in when needed...

In a low voice, Song Tan said: "I’ve discussed it with Teacher Tang."

The little old lady was shrewd as can be, having not spent much time in the countryside, but she had heard more than enough!

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