Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1221 - 1186: Xiaodu’s Thoughts [Double-Length]

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1186: Xiaodu’s Thoughts [Double-Length]

Lao Zhu kept huffing: "I’m just old and creaky now, but if you think about patrolling during the day and keeping watch at night, what’s beyond me? Bring home a big gift box at the end of the year... Tsk! I’d be ecstatic!"

Though he said so, Lao Zhu knew well that he was old and had no desires, but young people have the elderly above them and children below them, with the heavy burden of providing for their family.

He sighed at this moment: "Xiaodu, you all should look into this and pay attention. It doesn’t have to be the best, why would the village need someone that good? It’d be a waste of talent."

"But their character must be reliable, otherwise, if something goes wrong, wouldn’t Xiaojun and I lose face completely?"

Actually, when Song Tan first asked, Xiaodu already had someone in mind, but now...

"I do know some people, the old leader still mentioned it not long ago. It’s just... the benefits are too good here."

It’s not that he thought his buddies weren’t worthy of the salary, but the benefits were so good, many with better conditions were willing to try, and among those he recommended, quite a few were not as physically fit...

That just doesn’t make sense!

Lao Zhu frowned and said: "Why are you hesitating? You’ve been staying there for a few days and still can’t see things clearly? Just say it directly! Whether it works or not, only by saying it will others know!"

Xiaodu smiled and explained in a low voice: "It’s just that I’m a bit embarrassed..."

He pondered but didn’t respond right away, deciding instead to ask Xiaoyang and the others about it in the evening.

In fact, everyone didn’t join at the same time, and they all came from different places, but having been together for a while, they knew a bit about each other’s situations.

to 23 people, that’s quite a few slots. If everyone pooled resources, if not finding people, at least more ideas could be generated. Three cobblers with their combined wisdom can surpass Zhuge Liang!

Thinking of this, and looking again at Song Tan’s message and the video she sent, he couldn’t help but mutter:

"The conditions are really quite good..."

To say nothing else, on the mountain, even with ordinary ingredients, Master Jiang could create endless variety, and it was especially delicious, catering to tastes from all over the country.

Looking at the dormitory, though it’s a four-person room, it’s got everything despite its size, better than many factory dorms relatives had talked about.

With all this, they really need to ponder well.

Otherwise, if the old man’s face is lost, can their dignity still be intact?

...

Leaving aside the recruitment matter, over at Seventh Uncle’s home, Song Shuliang always felt something was off.

He seemed to be isolated.

You’d think for a grown man, he shouldn’t have such thoughts. But who understands, it’s just this vaguely palpable atmosphere!

His parents always called for Aiguli and the two granddaughters when something came up. The two daughters happily visiting the Song families in the village every day. Returning with full bellies, they’d have more conversations with his parents about topics he couldn’t understand...

Only he, when speaking, no one responds, and his father always retorts sarcastically...

If Song Shuliang hadn’t decided to steadfastly accompany the old man through the New Year, he would’ve walked off in frustration long ago.

Yet the feeling still lingers!

Like right now, everyone’s having lunch. His dad cooked five carp fish today, even garnishing with cilantro and a few scattered perilla leaves from the greenhouse.

The taste of home, Song Shuliang was utterly captivated!

But the dish was unmistakably placed in front of Aiguli and the children — which wasn’t a big deal since he could reach it with his chopsticks. But before he could, his mom was already distributing the dish —

"Come, Aiguli, take a big one! These carp have a lot of bones, be careful while eating, but it can also kill time, so you don’t eat too much at noon and have nowhere else to eat in the afternoon..."

"Oh my, my two little granddaughters, come on, Qi Ming, you take this one, Siyue, you have this one..."

The names of the two granddaughters, when translated, are Venus and Siyue; the Borderlands name was too tricky, and Seventh Grandma never remembered it.

The little ones had been staying for two days and had no trouble with the nickname, obediently taking the fish with their bowls at this moment.

The two remaining fish, with a smile still on Seventh Uncle’s face:

"What? Only two left. Otherwise, you have them. We two oldies don’t deserve such a feast, do we?"

Goodness, the child is still right here!

Song Shuliang felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, quickly pushing the fish into the bowl in front of the old couple:

"Dad, look at you, it’s not like I must eat the fish, why do you say such things? Besides, there are six of us but you only cooked five... I just wanted to get a taste of our home’s flavor."