Her Cultivation Diar Chapter 545 - 545 Do you want to keep seeds 1

??Chapter 545: Do you want to keep seeds? _1

Chapter 545: Do you want to keep seeds? _1

The room full of people devoured the waterlon, quickly finishing off what was in the basin, before they had the chance to lay their claws on the water chestnuts nearby.

Fortunately, these things had shells, which added a couple more steps to the eating process, so everyone’s stomachs didn’t beco too full all at once.

Even so, during a gap in cooking, Seventh Uncle ca to the living room to collect his favorite large basin, only to see the trash can nearly overflowing with water chestnut shells and waterlon rinds.

He couldn’t help but stop in his tracks, “You’re eating so much now, should I make less for lunch later?”

ntioning lunch, everyone’s spirits were lifted again.

But spirits aside, their bellies wouldn’t admit it! At that mont, looking at the water chestnuts in their hands, they both wanted to eat more and resented that they took up stomach space—it was a real dilemma!

However, when it ca to kitchen affairs, Seventh Uncle always had sole authority. He didn’t need to listen to anyone’s opinion and he made his decision then and there:

“Just as well I haven’t started cooking the rice yet, how about we eat cold noodles for lunch instead?”

He calculated, “There’s still a basin of bean sprouts from yesterday, and later I’ll pick a few cucumbers from the garden to shred, couple it with so green pepper beef sauce, fry a few eggs… For soup, let’s have silver ear mushroom soup, ah!”

With a sowhat reluctant deanor, he added, “Well… let’s just make do with that.”

Professor Song and the others: …

If this was considered making do, they could live with it for a lifeti!

Yet in Seventh Uncle’s eyes, these dishes which didn’t require any special skills were indeed just making do. As for tomorrow’s als, he had a new idea—

“Tantan, if you’re free tonight, let’s grind so tofu, and we can also set so fish traps. Tomorrow we’ll have carp stewed with tofu, mapo tofu. I’ll also whip up so fernted tofu— do you like duck egg yolks mashed with garlic? If you do, I’ll add so of that too.”

Good heavens!!!

What kind of heavenly days were these? The master and his disciples were so happy they were at a loss for words.

It wasn’t until Wu Lan called out to Song Tan:

“Tantan, can you run to the shop? I told soone earlier to help

exchange five thousand yuan.”

Song Tan was taken aback, “What do we need the money for?”

Wu Lan was busy gathering the sun-baked bed sheets when she replied: “You had asked Old Lady Li and the others to process the Golden Sakura; we haven’t paid them yet… I forgot about it, too. They’re old and don’t use mobile phones well, so they need cash… We only have three hundred yuan left at ho, so I thought we should prepare a bit more.”

In the past, they always kept cash for small card gas and gifts, but the money for hiring people to pick peaches had been spent, and with the hot weather deterring trips to town, there had been a delay.

That morning, upon hearing that soone was going to the bank, she specifically asked for this favor.

Song Tan replied, “Then shall I just transfer the money to them later?”

“Sure!”

Five thousand yuan—Wu Lan, whose outlook had changed, didn’t think much of it now. After a mont, she called Song Tan back, “Wait… have your dad bring a basin of water chestnuts with you later.”

The water chestnuts in the pond were neither nurous nor scarce, but since there was no intention of selling them for money, they were to be eaten as snacks. Song Tan certainly wasn’t that stingy; she readily agreed, picked up the basin, and headed for the shop.

Actually, the shop was a good distance away from their ho—a walk there took nearly fifteen minutes. However, Wu Lan was now aware that neither of her children was much bothered by the sun, so she beca more straightforward in asking them to run errands.

But Song Sancheng had already grown tired of picking water chestnuts and was now eager to offer, “I’ll go on the motorbike! It’s too hot to walk.”

“You keep picking your water chestnuts; who told you to be so dull-witted and pick so many at once?”

Song Sancheng: …

He could only sit down again, dejected.

…

anwhile, Song Tan arrived at the small store.

Though called a store, it was quite different from the ubiquitous shops in the city. The place was pitifully small, and the variety of goods was pathetically lacking, but it was filled with many childhood mories.

Regrettably, many snacks that were hard to find in urban areas were no longer favored by her family mbers.

“Aunt Wang, my mom asked

to exchange five thousand dollars.”

As Song Tan pushed open the glass door, the woman who had been watching television stood up imdiately:

“Oh my! Is that Tantan? What a rare guest… You’ve been back for quite a while, haven’t you? I haven’t seen you walking around the village much… Look at your skin, so fair and clean from staying indoors!”

Song Tan thought: I don’t walk around the village much because I either drive when I go out or go to the mountains to keep busy.

However, at that mont she just smiled: “I inherited good genes from my mom.”

Aunt Wang nodded earnestly: “Your mom is living the good life now, with all her children around her. You’ve even made a na for yourselves with your farming… Look at her, she’s under no pressure now, her skin’s fair and flushed, so vibrant!”

“Your dad looks years younger, too, whenever he steps out.”

Song Tan laughed: “Right? They must have been worrying about

when I was away! Here, Aunt Wang, these are water chestnuts my dad just harvested this morning. I brought a bowl for you.”

“Oh my!”

While opening the drawer and counting the cash in hand, Aunt Wang expressed her surprise: “That’s sothing! You’ve been ho for half a year now, right? This is the first ti I’m tasting sothing from your family.”

It was only at the beginning when they hired villagers to work that they provided als, but as more family mbers joined, they simply raised their prices and stopped providing als.

People might chat about what they planted, but they didn’t know if it was the Lao Song’s family’s solitary nature or the younger generation’s lack of skills. Watching half a year pass, not one of them had even tasted a bean from their crops.

It was odd indeed!

In village life, if soone planted waterlons, for instance, they would surely share so with friends and family for tasting. If not that, at least courteous words would be exchanged, allowing people to pick so directly from the fields.

Even if they didn’t give anything away, when hiring others to work, letting them take a bag of peaches or a couple of waterlons ho was customary.

In the village, it wasn’t about the economic value, rather it was about maintaining these social interactions and local customs.

Song Tan was aware she should act accordingly, but the problem was, if her family’s produce, known for its taste, were given out too early, would the villagers still co to exchange seedlings? And would they agree if they did?

After the exchange, if the crops didn’t grow as well in others’ hos, what then?

And even worse, what if soone envious caused trouble?

Not to ntion other matters, it definitely would not be easy getting their exclusive Bags Mountain plot, or they might have to raise the price again.

But now…

“Aunt Wang, it’s also my fault.”

“Mom initially planned to let everyone have a taste. As you know, to farm this little plot of land, we put all our money into it. Soone else contracted the peaches and waterlons, and the truck for hauling the waterlons still cos at a set ti every day. They’re not satisfied with the yield and we truly feel embarrassed to give any more away…”

She feigned bla and with a turn took the five thousand dollars and asked:

“Oh, by the way, Aunt Wang, my mom wanted

to ask you, our vegetable crops are doing really well this year. Would you like to save so seeds? If you do, she’ll set so aside for you.”