Her Cultivation Diar Chapter 334 - 334 334. Do you not like it 1

??Chapter 334: 334. Do you not like it? _1

Chapter 334: 334. Do you not like it? _1

There are too many things to feed, and that’s what worries .

Seventh Uncle quickly said, “You all have big appetites; I think each person should have a whole lon. How much rind could we possibly use in cooking?”

“Besides, if worst cos to worst, I can just thinly slice off the outer green rind and chop it up to feed them as is.”

Goodness! Now that’s not wasting anything at all!

But Qiaoqiao hesitated a bit:

“But then, if Dabao gets to eat waterlon and the others don’t, that’s just not fair.”

The reason why Song Qiaoqiao could swim like a fish in water among the several treasures was precisely because of these eight words: “Equal favor, fair and just.”

“No worries,” Song Tan soothed him, “you don’t need to go call Secretary Xiaozu. I’ll just send her a ssage.”

“If the heat doesn’t bother you, you can pick a couple more lons from the mountain to share with the treasures—ah, right, for the fifth, sixth, and seventh treasures, only give them a little. They really don’t work properly; they need to be motivated, not indulged.”

“Okay!”

Qiaoqiao indeed cheered up.

Only Song Youde still felt a bit embarrassed: “Secretary Xiaozu, we call her affectionately, but after all, she’s the Party Secretary. Just sending a ssage to call her over seems too casual, not quite proper…”

Song Tan pondered for a mont: “That’s true, so I won’t say anything.”

She dug out the photo of the waterlon she had taken on the mountain and sent it straight over.

The next mont, you could almost see the exclamation marks from Secretary Xiaozu’s screen flying out—

[The waterlon is ripe?! I’m coming over now!!!!]

“See,” Song Tan said with a sweet smile to Song Youde:

“Grandpa, that was respectful enough, right?”

Song Youde: …

…

Secretary Xiaozu, as if she had been hit with a powerful summoning spell, clicked once and rushed over.

It was hot, so she wore a loose short-sleeved shirt and ordinary long pants, her hair sloppily tied up.

Upon entering the yard, she called out with vigor, “Is the waterlon ripe?”

“It’s ripe.” Song Tan didn’t even lift her head.

“Where’s Grandpa Song?” Truly making herself at ho, she swung a plastic bag and waltzed into the main room:

“Grandpa Song, look what I brought you? Special supply cigarettes! Next ti you have a banquet at ho, distribute one to each person around the table, wow! You’ll be the shiniest old man at the entire feast!”

“Shiny or not shiny, what’s that?”

Song Youde was quite resistant.

He had exchanged two jins of tobacco leaves for those, which really pained his heart!

But as much as it hurt, his hand didn’t hesitate to receive the cigarettes, now examining the pack over and over:

“This is the special supply? I’ve never seen it before…”

Then, he wrapped it again in the plastic bag with care: “I’ll keep it aside for now, can’t let it get damp.”

Secretary Xiaozu, chuckling to herself, thought: If there’s a one and a two, how hard could a three be? It’s all about perseverance.

She, Xiaozu, had plenty of ti and appetite!

However…

“Where’s the waterlon?”

She strolled around the yard; chili sauce production was on pause for the midday, but the air still hung with an inescapable chili fragrance.

She sniffed gently, her appetite imdiately rising.

But after making a round, she still saw no sign of the waterlon—

No way?

“You’ve only been gone for a few minutes and you’ve already finished gnawing on the rind?”

Zhang Yanping was sitting on the porch, resting her cheek in her hand, looking like a wife waiting for her husband to return from sea. Hearing this, she listlessly said, “It’s still soaking in the well.”

“Actually, I don’t mind if the lon isn’t cool enough, as long as it’s sweet enough…” he murmured to himself.

Secretary Xiaozu subconsciously swallowed, “Actually, I don’t mind either—is the waterlon tasty?”

“Delicious!”

Zhang Yanping perked up, “I have never tasted a lon as delicious as this in my entire life!”

“Secretary Xiaozu, why don’t you buy a few? Today, Tantan isn’t asking for much, 20 yuan a jin.”

This lon that would soon flood the streets—at 20 yuan a jin now? Zu Jun thought to herself how expensive that was!

But!

Who called her grandfather wealthy?

Especially wealthy recently! Not hurting for money!

Then she also asked, “Can these lons be shipped by express delivery? If they can, I’ll buy 20 of them upfront.”

Song Tan thought for a mont, “Express delivery is possible; I can pick out so ripe ones that aren’t too overbearing for you.”

She thought for a mont, “I’m going to the city this afternoon to sell waterlons, so I can take your lons and ship them. Just give

the address.”

“Sure!” Zu Jun agreed readily, “Pick out a few big ones for

in the afternoon.”

Waiting impatiently, with yearning eyes, Qiao finally ca back from the mountain, and by then more than half an hour had passed.

Noting that it was almost ti to make lunch, Zhang Yanping could no longer hold her patience, “How much longer do we have to soak them in the well?”

“The well water flows slowly…” Seventh Uncle subconsciously added, and then thought for a mont, “It should be about ready.”

The heat of sumr had not yet set in, so the temperature wasn’t that extre.

As soon as he said this, without needing Song Tan to get up, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, two big n, ran faster than rabbits!

Their target—the well!

The two n ca back huffing and puffing with two baskets, their clothes and trousers all wet.

But in the sumr, just let them dry in the yard with a breeze, and no one really cared that they were wet.

Everyone sat around the square table in the courtyard like kindergarteners waiting for fruit distribution.

The taste of this waterlon was so good that Seventh Uncle didn’t even use his ordinary kitchen knives; instead, he took out a long waterlon knife from his own knife rack.

He picked a large one, washed it, and barely touched the waterlon rind with the blade when there was a familiar “crack” sound and the lon obediently split open.

He laughed, “Tantan, these lons of yours are all quite well-behaved.”

Song Youde also began to smile, “Tantan, when you go to the city this afternoon to deliver the lons, make sure to lay down a thick layer of straw underneath. Otherwise, I’m worried they might explode in the truck with a bump.”

Song Tan imagined the scene and felt a tingle on her scalp.

Wu Lan pondered, “When you take them over, don’t sell them all, leave three or five. Send them to grandmother’s house on your way back; it’s been quite a while since we last visited.”

“Okay!”

There was always work to do at ho every day, and although it was not as busy as spring, there was no ti to idle.

Besides, her uncle’s family was also busy picking tea leaves and the like. During the busy farming season, no one had the leisure to visit relatives. Song Tan agreed without hesitation.

Then she looked at Zhang Yanping, “Are you coming with

to the city this afternoon? I’m going to give a few lons to my aunt.”

Zhang Yanping shuddered, reminded again of the terror of being nagged and ordered around by his mother. At the mont, while stuffing his mouth full of waterlon, he frantically shook his head, splattering juice almost to Xin Jun’s arm, who disgustedly pulled his stool farther away.

“I’m not going!” He resisted. “You go and deliver the lons, but please, don’t stop to chat! Otherwise, once you start talking, you can run away, but I’ll have to answer my mom’s phone calls…”

Zhang Yanping was apprehensive.

Zu Jun, however, looked at him, noticed the sturdy arms on his dark-skinned face, and then thoughtfully said,

“I think you’re quick-witted and strong-bodied—with these advantages, you’d do well in a civil service job in the countryside. Why don’t you try for it? Is it because you dislike it?”