Her Cultivation Diar Chapter 1794 - 1649: Millet and Grapes

Chapter 1794: Chapter 1649: Millet and Grapes

Zhang Yanping casually drew a pie, instantly reeling in all the fans in the live stream like a school of fish.

Unaware of this, Qiaoqiao diligently opened potato blind boxes, completely oblivious to the plans ahead.

The happiest among them, though, was Brother Xiaozhang.

He drove back and forth every day, delivering goods until his smile almost stuck on his face from joy, even if it ant getting sunburned. As long as he could co ho in the evening to check the accounts and see his daughter...

Ah!

Ah!

"July half, let’s burn more paper money for our ancestors," he suggested to his wife.

If it weren’t for the ancestors blessing them, how could his otherwise unremarkable courier station grow so big and strong so quickly?

Finally, when he went to the mountain, he found that it wasn’t Song Tan accompanying Qiaoqiao in the live stream, but Yun Duo.

"Where’s your boss?"

Yun Duo pointed to another hilltop: "That land has been cleared, the boss has gone to plow the field."

This work was originally ant for the villagers, but now they were either busy making wormwood or tidying up sweet potato vines, so Song Tan rolled up her sleeves and did it herself.

The land was sloped, but thankfully the angle didn’t affect the operation of the small cultivator. Her strong hands steered the machine, and by noon, she had completed one round of rough plowing.

It’s sumr, not many things can be planted.

Brother Xiaozhang was curious: "Planting water spinach? Didn’t you already plant a patch?"

They grew so fast that it seed impossible to finish picking them; from afar, they looked lush and tender.

Yun Duo shook her head: she’s not sure.

It’s normal Yun Duo wasn’t sure, as the decision to use that land was made recently and simply—

The grandpa was constipated.

Quite common, really, after so many years in a wheelchair; constipation happened often. Unfortunately, now that he’s old, so food that stimulates the intestines or aids digestion doesn’t sit well.

He also doesn’t enjoy eating them.

As grandpa put it: "I’ve tried everything in my youth, just want sothing nice now, why bring this crap?"

For Song Tan, eating lots of fruits and vegetables is best.

But grandpa’s generation experienced scarcity, so during als, they always had more staple foods than dishes, a habit hard to change.

Even at Song Tan’s Ho, rice was more consud than vegetables.

Wu Lan went to find Doctor Xiaoguo, looking for sothing soothing for the stomach and aiding bowel movent, only to hear Doctor Xiaoguo casually say as he perford moxibustion on villagers, holding a moxa stick with swift pecks:

"Eat millet."

"Millet is nutritious; though considered coarse grains, it’s not rough when eaten. Plus, if the bran you grind at ho isn’t fully processed, it benefits the intestines too."

Most importantly, it’s millet planting season here, ready for harvest by August or September.

Wu Lan imdiately perked up.

She then thoroughly inquired about several vegetables that help with constipation from Doctor Xiaoguo, and turned to discuss with Song Tan:

"Let’s not continue planting the spinach, let’s replace it with millet."

Song Tan was indifferent.

There’s no difference between planting millet or spinach for her; both require plowing and seeding.

Plus, millet is drought-resistant; as long as it’s not near a pond, it can be planted anywhere with good resilience.

She replied:

"Let

ask Yan Ran if they have any good varieties over there."

So, while waiting for the new seeds to co, she went ahead and plowed the field again.

Once the golden millet is planted...

Song Tan looked up at the iron sh around the field: Still need more patrols, wary of small birds and mice coming to steal.

In theory, catching mice was Daju and its family’s specialty.

But they were pampered at ho, listening to commands selectively, unsure whether the millet fun outweighed catching mice.

Too destructive.

But as they were so cute and endearing, crying out ow a couple of tis and falling down with chubby cheeks for us to rub...

In this way, no one minded them, simply letting them be adorable little idlers.

The only one suffering, Datian, didn’t have the authority against a group of gray squirrels, now raised in the back mountains by Qiaoqiao, daily cracking nuts and acorns.

The chestnuts weren’t ripe yet, but he had buzzed around them several tis.

If Qiaoqiao hadn’t casually brought so grains and beans to feed him daily, he might have thought he didn’t get enough food at ho.