Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 836 - 826. Diligent Duck Duck

Chapter 836: 826. Diligent Duck Duck

You have to say, the chickens and ducks at home are all pretty diligent.

At the beginning when they first started laying eggs, the chickens could lay around forty to fifty eggs a day, and after a month or so delay, the ducks also had close to 40.

For ducks that have just matured, this is quite an impressive achievement.

Although sometimes they are disobedient, often laying eggs on the edge of the pond or in the water, Qiaoqiao still has to check by the water every day, feeling around for them.

But now, with the chickens fully feathered and the ducks increasingly plump, they seemed to have become more sensible.

Being sensible is necessary, Qiaoqiao Da Wang only gives them an extra handful of food when they lay eggs in the grass nest at night!

In short, now that the chickens have grown up, become diligent, and are laying more eggs, the ducks have also grown larger.

When they waddle out of their nest, a stable seventy to eighty duck eggs a day is guaranteed.

Calculating it, this earnest and diligent attitude has lasted for nearly two months now.

Duck eggs on their own sell for less, so Seventh Uncle long ago tried using clay to preserve duck eggs and also to pickle them in white spirit, eventually found that clay was better—not that there was a huge difference in taste, but because clay-preserved eggs last longer and can be stored for an extended time, especially during summer when it’s inconvenient to ship packages, these things just keep piling up in the cellar.

The ones that have been stored the longest have now been there for two months! Batching them every few days and continuously adding more.

If not for Song Tan being the main force in moving things, and nobody else being able to easily get into the cellar, probably we’d have to leave the duck eggs there even longer...

After all, with too many tasty things at home, some are kept in the kitchen to be eaten freely during the weekly pickling session, never touching those in the cellar anytime soon.

As for those from two months ago, naturally, none are left.

Either sold off during live-streaming sessions, or proudly consumed by the house, devouring a dozen or so a day—how could there be any left?

Now that the salted duck eggs are back on the shelves, no need for Qiaoqiao to notify anyone with a live stream, because those who have tasted them have been craving them for a long time.

Zhang Yanping sent over sweet fermented rice, and Xin Jun beside her was making a link: "Song Tan, how many do we have in stock?"

Song Tan pondered for a moment: "How many do we have again?"

Xin Jun made a quick calculation: "In these two months, excluding what we’ve eaten and those not yet processed, the stock should be around 4,300 or so."

Wow!

Song Tan felt she had been negligent.

How did she manage to overlook more than 4,000 duck eggs piled up in the cellar? They had to take stock of inventory more frequently in the future—what if they were delayed again and the eggs went bad?

At this moment, she was determined not to hoard anymore, then said to Xin Jun:

"Put up 200 for the store tomorrow, and the remaining 4,000 will be picked up by Boss Chang in the morning."

"Okay!" Xin Jun adjusted the data, and also reminded her: "Chicken and duck eggs are low-cost, we can sell more. Feed the ducks some good food these days, urge them to pick up the pace."

Not just the ducks, the chickens also need to pick up the pace. Those chicken eggs sold to Boss Chang fetch a good price, just a bit more troublesome to transport compared to salted duck eggs, otherwise there’s no problem.

"By the way, Boss Chang said not to accumulate chicken eggs, just give them whatever we have each day."

Song Tan hesitated: "Old Zhao also wants some, and we need some to eat at home. He wants dozens a day?"

In total, there are only about a hundred chickens, with less than eighty hens, and the most diligent laying period was only about eighty a day, and that only since September—they were too young before.

And Old Zhao, after a summer holiday, was particularly active selling his products in autumn; radish greens, small green vegetables, and those tomatoes, eggplants, chili peppers and others left in his garden, he sold everything!

If not for the small quantity, Boss Chang would have been envious enough to turn red with jealousy.

Xin Jun smiled and glanced at her, "Boss Chang said quantity doesn’t matter, he’s afraid that if he doesn’t do that, you might give his share away to the locals."

He pondered, perhaps Song Tan has been so eager to stimulate the villagers because she senses that the local sales won’t break through. And after this winter, when the villagers harvest their radishes, maybe next year Song Tan will intentionally reduce the supply to Old Zhao.

After all, next year Old Zhao’s main supplier will probably be the villagers.

So, even though Old Zhao doesn’t pay as much as Boss Chang, they still supply him carefully and earnestly this year, without any reluctance.

Song Tan did not know his thoughts, she was just considering the allocation of the eggs before making a decision:

"Let’s do this, reserve 20 eggs for Old Zhao and 40 for Boss Chang every day, and we’ll eat the remaining ten or twenty ourselves."

In their small city, there aren’t many people willing to spend that much on food. Even if many customers crave it, they would restrain themselves and only go every few days. 20 eggs are enough for everyone to have a taste.

It looks like we will need to raise more chickens and ducks next year!

...

On the other side, Zhang Yanping arrived at the pond side, carrying a plastic bag filled with bait.

The fishermen who had rented rooms and fished without fail every day were sunbathing, enjoying the breeze, sitting on small stools. If it weren’t for the conspicuously empty buckets, one might think they were enjoying some kind of supreme celestial pleasure!

"Fishing?" He greeted them.

Brother Carp glanced at him and aped the tone, "Yeah! You’re here!"

Zhang Yanping leaned in and saw: "How come there’s not even a single catch today, Brother Carp, has your skill regressed?"

Not catching a single fish in Old Song’s house pond is normal, isn’t it?

Brother Carp was nonchalant: "What do you know? Fishing is about cultivating the mind, whether you catch anything is not important!"

Zhang Yanping didn’t mind and instead shook the bait in his hand:

"Is that so? I was just thinking since we’ve made a new batch of bait at home, I wondered who wanted to try it? Since it’s about cultivating the mind, using this kind of aid wouldn’t be appropriate."

"I’ll find someone else."

He had barely turned around when suddenly a heartrending scream came from behind:

"Me! It’s me! Meee!"

Turning his head again, he saw Loach Brother frantically sprinting from the other end of the pond, reaching out his hands eagerly as he ran, like Ziwei Princess passionately meeting Erkang.

Zhang Yanping looked at him, then at the bait in his hand, and couldn’t help muttering, "Surely it’s not that serious..."

How could it not be serious?! He clearly doesn’t understand Loach Brother’s anguish!

Loach Brother, now at the bottom of the fishing totem pole, hates it when he spends practically half of the 10 days catching nothing but air!

On the remaining four days, all he catches are loaches, and on the last day, he might get lucky with an extra eel or a small fish...

What about fishing to cultivate the mind? He just wants to catch plenty! Then strut around the community gate three times, flaunting like a vulgar fisherman!

At the moment, upon hearing about Zhang Yanping’s bait, remembering those Divine Earthworms, how could he remain seated?

By the time he ran over, he was panting heavily and said in a breathless wheeze:

"I- I can, I’ll do it!"