Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 994 - 974. Grandfathers’ Generosity

Chapter 994: 974. Grandfathers’ Generosity

Professor Song was busy collecting seeds and at the same time, finalizing the observation plan for next year.

Meanwhile, Seventh Uncle expressed his disdain for the journalist Yu and others who hadn’t been heard from in a long time, and then made a beautiful bowl of filling with the radish leaves they didn’t want.

"What were they thinking, not wanting such good radish leaves."

Qiaoqiao shook his head: "I think the journalist sister is very smart. They can’t finish eating so many greens at once, and they have tastier options like lettuce, napa cabbage, and black cabbage. Why would they want old radish leaves? If it were radishes and cabbage, they could store them for a long time."

He seemed considerate: "Earning money isn’t easy. The journalist sister spends more on buying vegetables for her family than my monthly salary... Of course, she has to pick things that last longer."

Alright, alright, the whole family knows your internship salary is fifty a day!

Seventh Uncle couldn’t stand it anymore and stared at Song Tan: "When will Qiaoqiao become a regular employee? These days, even a trainee under me earns more than 1500."

Song Tan had his reasons: "Most places have a one-year internship period, and Qiaoqiao hasn’t even worked for ten months yet."

Qiaoqiao looked left and right and suddenly became happy: "Does that mean after twelve months, I can become a regular employee?"

He counted on his fingers: "One, two, three... Sister, I came back in late February, and I started in March, so three more months!"

Then he looked at Song Tan expectantly: "So how much will my salary be once I become a regular employee?"

Song Tan: ...

Clearly learning too much math isn’t good; Qiaoqiao can already do the math now.

She thought for a moment, then sincerely said: "You’ve done exceptionally well this year. After thinking it over, I decided to raise your salary from the planned eighty a day to a hundred once you become a regular employee!"

She said with great enthusiasm: "Look, that’s at least 3000 a month. You spend 1500 on a few treasures, leaving you 1500. Whether you buy gifts for your sister, for mom and dad, or for your treasure, you’ll have money for it all!"

"How’s that? Doesn’t it feel generous?"

Qiaoqiao’s mood swung with her words and finally, he said blankly: "But I haven’t had a raise yet!"

"Besides," he said seriously, "I should have more than 1500 left each month—sister, you said before I could save five yuan a day!"

Song Tan: ...

"Yes, yes, I did say that—ah, our Qiaoqiao really is a master accountant!"

Her praise was direct yet awkward, and even Lao Song’s family couldn’t bear to watch. However, Qiaoqiao proudly raised his chin: "It’s just average, it’s all thanks to Teacher Xin’s good teaching—I can even calculate probabilities now!"

Everyone looked at Xin Jun—you are quite the teacher, teaching him only math and not about the dangers of human nature?

Learning about negative numbers sooner or later is one thing, but if he doesn’t realize his sister’s cunning ways, his salary might become negative in the future.

Xin Jun remained calm and smiled, "No choice, my salary is also paid by his sister."

This bending for five bushels of rice was evidently straightforward.

...

While chatting, the whole family mobilized, showing off their skills with that big bowl of filling, ultimately making a batch of grinning and gaping dumplings.

They were grotesque and strange, with wide open mouths, revealing their full stuffing... The taste wasn’t really affected, but they were truly an eyesore.

Song Tan innocently said: "You can’t blame me for this, I really don’t have the knack for cooking."

Lady Tang patted off the remaining flour and said softly, "Don’t get excited. Eating dumplings is about the sentiment and taste in the end, there’s no need to focus too much on appearances."

"Ha!" Seventh Uncle wouldn’t drink this kind of mystical chicken soup and instructed, "Qiaoqiao, steam all these ugly dumplings they made; those who wrapped them have to eat them."

As for the better ones they wrapped, of course, they were stored in the freezer to be used for breakfast later.

In the evening, Secretary Xiaozu came over, giving Song Tan a heads-up in advance: "Is your single-person dormitory for rent? I want to rent six rooms and get them ready. My grandpas will probably come over after New Year’s Day."

Song Tan was baffled: "Coming so early? There’s no meat to eat coming early, just make a round trip on the same day."

Secretary Xiaozu thought, it wasn’t up to her. Moreover, having a single dormitory was a blessing; otherwise staying with local families would be a lively affair up and down!

In front of a house full of people, she blatantly fibbed with open eyes: "After New Year’s, it’s the university students’ holiday, plus it’s close to New Year, you have no idea how terrifying the return-to-hometown surge is—grab things quickly, or you’ll miss out on tickets."

Wu Lan sighed: "I did say the pig was slaughtered late this year, it’s really hard to get tickets near the end of the year. Don’t let Qiaoqiao’s fans come early either?"

They instructed not to come early to hang around here, but they couldn’t control other people’s actions either. Moreover, getting tickets isn’t easy.

But the pig was still grunting and growing meat every day now. Killing it early would lose over ten pounds of meat, who could bear that?

Song Tan thought for a bit and could only sigh: "Mom, tomorrow have some people from the village help tidy up our employee dorms and single dorms."

Put up curtains where needed, prepare mattresses and bedding as necessary; most electronics have been installed already, just add some miscellaneous daily necessities.

"Then let’s rent them out, employee dorms, four-person rooms, 500 a month. Single dorms depend on size, starting at 1000."

Secretary Xiaozu was puzzled: "That’s not like your miserly style, is it? How come the rent is only 1000? Are you feeling generous?"

In the countryside, land and houses aren’t valuable, but prices are always demand-driven. Otherwise, how could those B&Bs charge hundreds a night?

Song Tan’s monthly rate of just 1000, with move-in ready, is really quite a bargain!

Song Tan said speechlessly: "Although I’m stingy, haven’t I given what I should? Besides, the initial stinginess was because our family truly didn’t have extra money. We were in debt."

"Now everything’s stabilized, and guests from afar are welcome. If it weren’t for hosting too many at once, they could stay in our empty mountain dorms without even mentioning money."

She continued, "Our family relied on you quite a bit this year. Next time your family’s dear grandpa comes to play, I won’t talk about money; I’ll cover the whole trip. Not a penny will they have to pay."

Secretary Xiaozu laughed heartily: "Thanks! But don’t save money for the old man; he’s even more generous than me!"

Then she took out her phone to transfer money: "Book me five rooms, 50 square meters just right for two people... the same ten people I mentioned before are coming."

Wu Lan looked at her, full of sympathy: "Having so many grandpas isn’t easy; a simple outing costs several times more... Do you still have money? If not, I’ll give you a discount later, pay when you have the money."