Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 849 - 839. Work for Grandpa

Chapter 849: 839. Work for Grandpa

"Boom!"

With the relentless operation of the excavator, the old house that held half of Song Youde’s lifetime of memories finally collapsed swiftly.

As the sound echoed, a haze of dust swirled around and Song Tan quickly stepped back two steps, "Grandpa, don’t look!"

However, Song Youde sighed, "Just a little more, just a little more..."

It wasn’t really about looking or not, but the construction site was busy with workers and cluttered with materials, and considering Song Youde’s old age, what if there was an accident?

Not just him, even grandma, who was eagerly anticipating the new house, would occasionally come over to take a look.

Unable to persuade them, Song Tan thought that she still had to find something for the elderly couple to do!

"Grandpa, we’re about to harvest the sweet potatoes, and the Sweet Potato Vine on top is still doing quite well, thinking of bringing it back to feed the cattle and sheep—if you have some time, could you help transport the vine with your tricycle?"

Now that there was no more reed grass, the old man had nothing to do and was feeling anxious every day!

Upon hearing Song Tan say this, the elderly couple immediately perked up, "Okay! When should we start? We’ll go early and get the vines ready."

When else could it be?

Song Tan asserted decisively, "Right now!"

She not only wanted the elderly couple to help gather the vine, but she also arranged an additional task for them:

"Grandpa and grandma, if you’re not too busy while collecting the vines, could you pick out the tender ones specifically? Seventh Uncle said they can be pickled to eat during the winter."

Their Sweet Potato Vine was particularly lush, and the autumn weather was also perfect for plant growth. Despite the older vines, there were still many tender ones amongst the branches and twigs.

Since they were edible, naturally, they should not go to waste. Her granddaughter, running a business making millions, was not only influential but also managed to involve other old men and women in the village in earning money. Now that there was work to be done, the old man was eager to contribute!

At that moment, feeling the keys in his pocket, he hurried towards the yard, calling out to grandma along the way, "Lifen, bring a couple of small sickles and a few more baskets!"

Song Tan followed leisurely behind, keeping a low profile.

Of course, she didn’t really hide it.

As the elderly couple started working in a rush, Wu Lan hadn’t even spoken before they rode up the mountain. In resignation, the old mother could only grab Song Tan:

"What are your grandparents doing running up the mountain suddenly when they were resting so well? What are they planning to do?"

Song Tan responded with a slight, casual smile, "Aren’t we harvesting the sweet potatoes on the mountain? I asked them to pick some Sweet Potato Vines..."

Looking innocently at Seventh Uncle, she added, "Seventh Uncle, didn’t you say that pickled sweet potato stems are sour and crunchy and go well with meals?"

"That’s indeed very appetizing," Seventh Uncle took a puff of his cigarette, giving her a peculiar look:

"You’re quite good at finding chores... It’s good; they can’t stay idle, they feel more at ease with something to do."

Then he reassured Wu Lan, "The arrangement by Tantan is very good. If she hadn’t mentioned it, I would have too."

"Let me fry some hot peppers and minced pork with sweet potato stems for you, it might even suit your taste better than sour cowpeas!"

Wu Lan thought for a moment, "So it’s just cutting the vines and picking the tender stems?"

This task sounded legitimate, but for some reason, coupled with Song Tan’s expression, it always felt a bit odd, as if there was no work and she had to create some.

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao, who had just finished her homework, raised her hand, "I know, I know! Like picking beans on TV!"

"What picking beans?" Xin Jun, who was correcting his homework, interrupted.

Just listen to Qiaoqiao saying, "It’s like how a lady punishes the concubine, making her kneel on the ground to pick up beans. Red beans and green beans mixed together, such a—big basin!"

He gestured, and obviously the basin was really big, and there were indeed a lot of beans.

"Ptooey, ptooey!" Wu Lan glared at him, "What kind of comparison is that? Should you even say it like that?"

But then she imagined the scene and couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and then quickly held it back:

"Don’t talk like that about grandma and grandpa, they are busy hustling for whom! Hurry up, you go help too."

Qiaoqiao looked confused for a moment: "But I’m still in class."

Wu Lan sighed: "I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about your sister."

Then, Qiaoqiao’s sister spoke up:

"Then let Qiaoqiao go, help out and concurrently do a live stream up on the mountain. You haven’t been very active in your live streaming this month, don’t wait until you have to rush for the duration and start broadcasting in the middle of the night."

Qiaoqiao looked surprised and widened his eyes: "Sister, how did you know I was going to broadcast at midnight!"

"Brother Yanping said there are kids who study until they can’t sleep at night, it just so happens we harvest our vegetables at midnight, it’s very regular, perfect for those with OCD and those needing hypnosis. He told me to find some time to broadcast."

Song Tan: ...

Looks like he’s resorting to any means to fill the broadcast time slot... What’s so interesting about chopping vegetables in the middle of the night?

But seeing how happy Qiaoqiao was, he waved his hand now: "You go on then, if you love streaming, stream. First, go help grandpa and grandma."

But Qiaoqiao looked at Xin Jun: "But I still have classes..."

Xin Jun waved his hand: "You go on ahead, I’ll help you catch up on homework later."

Wu Lan looked on from the side, thinking how obedient her foolish son is being under Tantan’s orders!

Just as she was about to say something, she saw a familiar dark face rushing into the yard:

"Zhang Yanping! Zhang Yanping are you there? Boss Xiaosong are you there?"

Song Tan turned around and couldn’t help but laugh—wasn’t this the wealthy Loach Brother!

Loach Brother even has a room in their employees’ dormitory, paying 3000 a month very actively. But he doesn’t stay often; it’s said he’s newly married and living here would make his wife explode...

Anyway, Zhang Yanping greeted him excitedly: "What’s up? Is our fishing bait really good?"

"It’s good! Really good!" Loach Brother nodded repeatedly, his eyebrows dancing as he showed him photos and videos of everyone’s results from the night and early morning.

Zhang Yanping waved his hand: "I won’t watch the video. I know."

Anyone who wakes up and scrolls through their social media, only to find those fishermen almost spamming, each posting seven or eight posts, showing off the fish in their hands...

Zhang Yanping: ... If it weren’t for this, he wouldn’t have directly asked if the bait was good, he really couldn’t stand their spamming anymore!

However, now that he’s got a straightforward answer, he felt somewhat more reassured, and turned around to start a survey:

"Loach Brother, tell me. How much should we sell this nesting bait per portion for you guys to try it?"

Loach Brother, thinking about how proud he was today carrying a bucket around his district for three rounds, grew even more frustrated:

"Nesting, nesting, why just focus on nesting?"

"I’m telling you, using your bait just for making nesting material is a waste—brother, let’s think bigger, why not sell it directly as fish bait?"