Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 832 - 822. A clay ox entering the sea

Chapter 832: 822. A clay ox entering the sea

With a few men on her mind, Song Tan didn’t drive as fast as usual.

It was a while after the car had gone a long distance that she complained, "Ah! There’s no shortage of people for rice harvesting nowadays."

Qi Lin beside her remained silent.

Yes, it was him who came along this time—this was Professor Song’s suggestion.

He said earnestly, "Xiaoqi, you should come along this time. Also, listen to how they rear sheep. If you learn well, I remember your ancestral home has a lot of loess land, right?"

He genuinely had his students’ best interests at heart, "The farming over there is quite poor and strenuous. The elderly at home are also getting on in years. If you learn well, teaching them to rear a few sheep at home would give them something to do."

Farming hardly earns any money, and it might be better than Qi Lin, who is dutiful, sending one thousand yuan to the elderly every month, better than them exhausting themselves to the brink, right?

And because the land is too barren, it is unsafe for a lone elderly person to raise cattle... Cattle are too expensive, ten thousand yuan for a young one. In a poor area, who knows if someone would target the cattle, and whether he would risk his life over them?

After pondering, Professor Song felt that sheep were the more reliable choice.

After all, when the price is low, a young lamb can be had for two hundred yuan.

Qi Lin was always quiet, but the redness rimming his eyes showed that he took these words deeply to heart.

And so, for Song Tan, it was also about having someone to talk with on the road.

Now she curiously asked, "After you pursue your Ph.D. with Professor Song, you can work at places like the Agricultural Research Institute or research institutes—do you have any plans now?"

Had this question been posed half a year earlier, Qi Lin could have definitively said that he wanted to return to his hometown.

Of course, he was a child from a poor family; he didn’t have grand ideals of transforming his hometown and leading everyone to wealth.

There aren’t many people left in his hometown now.

His only thought was to give his hardworking grandfather a better life.

To return to his hometown, set up a home in the nearby city, and perhaps bring his grandfather over. If the old man didn’t wish to come, then he could stay in his ancestral home, and Qi Lin could drive back every weekend when not working.

But now, he was hesitant.

It took him a long while before Song Tan heard him ask softly:

"If I were to work at your place, would there be a place for family members to live?"

Well...

Song Tan gave an honest answer, "I’ve reserved a 30-square-meter room for you guys. If you want to divide it into two bedrooms, that’s no problem."

"But the issue is the room is only that big, and if you plan to date, marry, and have children in the future... you surely can’t take your grandfather everywhere you go, right?"

This is a practical issue, after all, everyone is in their twenties, and with plans to pursue doctorate degrees, not to mention Qi Lin, his grandfather would be anxious too.

Moreover, the older generation believes in the value of one’s hometown and the difficulty of leaving one’s birthplace.

Despite Wu Lan keeping busy in her hometown, if you really bought her a house in the urban area and asked her to move there, she might not even want to go.

"Qi Lin, people will inevitably face separation."

Qi Lin thought it over and finally sighed, "I’ll consider it more."

However, there doesn’t seem to be any good solutions to this issue for the short term, and it was too awkward to keep silent in the car, so Qi Lin changed the topic:

"The Golden Sakura you planted on the mountain, I see they are all thriving and sprouting new branches now."

"When you fence off the entire hill, it will look especially beautiful come spring and summer—don’t you really plan on opening the perimeter for photography?"

Song Tan pondered a bit: "Actually, I don’t forbid photography."

After all, the Golden Sakura cuttings were planted in two layers, inside and out. When the flowers bloom all over the hillside, those who want to take photos from outside must first go through quite a hassle, so safety is not an issue to worry about.

But still...

"Just let it be natural. I won’t promote it. If people want to take photos, let them. When the time comes, I’ll set a deposit to dissuade a bunch of people."

These are all concerns for next year; she didn’t want to think about it now.

Qi Lin hummed in agreement, then added:

"Let’s talk about the kudzu root on the back mountain. Does it still belong to Uncle Zhang this year?"

Song Tan: ...No, how did the topic switch so abruptly? Does this really need to be discussed now?

But when it comes to agricultural development, Qi Lin was actually more of an expert than her.

So Song Tan nodded honestly: "Yes, it’s still his. But I mentioned before about helping by getting Qiaoqiao to give a shoutout in the live stream to help the old man make a bit more money—Uncle Zhang really works too hard!"

"I know," Qi Lin nodded. "But I don’t recommend talking about this directly in Qiaoqiao’s live stream. It might cause disputes or confuse the concept that you’ve worked hard to instill in the customers."

He suggested: "Your mother, I mean, Auntie has also live streamed before, right? Let her give it a try."

"Ah?" Song Tan was startled.

"My mom? Her live stream hasn’t even reached 100 viewers yet."

Of course, Qiaoqiao made it seem so easy, Wu Lan also thought she could do it and started live streaming with great enthusiasm.

There wasn’t much specific content in her live streams; one day showing a shovel, the next a hoe, and the day after wandering around the stove...

Also, while her phone was mounted on a striking red stand, she would often forget about the stream when she was busy.

The things of this world are just so strange.

When Qiaoqiao forgets her fans, they shout "She doesn’t care about us!" but still loyally continue watching.

When Wu Lan forgets her fans, they slip away faster than eels in a field ditch. As a result, the good old mother faced a loss of face and eventually stopped streaming.

However, now this old, bygone live stream was being unearthed by Qi Lin.

"It’s like this, selling other people’s goods on Qiaoqiao’s live stream could easily lead to haters buying them and then maliciously giving bad reviews under the guise of ignorance."

"Even if the fans know the truth, such troubles can really damage their goodwill. That’s why I said Qiaoqiao isn’t suitable for this."

"But we can try a different approach. Let Qiaoqiao introduce it in the live stream, and then introduce Auntie’s live stream, helping to divert some traffic."

"Auntie has been in the village all year round and is certainly more familiar with kudzu root. She can simply live stream one or two processes of making Kudzu Root Powder or if you are keen, record a video and edit it carefully as a teaser."

"When the time comes, set up a new online store and post the link in Auntie’s live stream."

He recalled the few acres in the back mountain.

With kudzu root, six or seven pounds might produce only one pound of Kudzu Root Powder, and sometimes the yield is so low that ten pounds might produce only one pound.

With Zhang Wang’s Family’s few acres, assuming an average yield of 600 pounds of powder per acre, it’s only two to three thousand pounds in total.

Comparing this amount to Qiaoqiao’s huge, wealthy, and willing-to-spend fan base, it’s like a drop in the ocean.

Thinking of this, Qi Lin couldn’t help but add: "In this way, even if he only brings over one-tenth of his fans, we won’t have to worry about the sales volume of this batch of Kudzu Root Powder."