Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 858 - 848. Live Streaming Sweet Potato Digging

Chapter 858: 848. Live Streaming Sweet Potato Digging

Muttering and packing along with gossiping, Brother Xiaozhang finally got all the small delivery boxes taped up, turning the flat cardboard pieces into neat, square boxes. Now piled up in a corner of the yard, they looked quite impressive—a big pile indeed.

Next, the plan was to use the transparent plastic containers he brought to pack the sorghum into them, one by one, seal the boxes, print labels and take them away...

"Wait a second!"

He suddenly realized: "Why hasn’t my machine spit out any labels for a while? Did you forget to print them?"

Zhang Yanping was momentarily puzzled: "No labels?"

That shouldn’t be... He mulled over the computer and then slowly stood straight: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot to list them."

In short, selling hadn’t even started.

Brother Xiaozhang: ...

Zhang Yanping was not anxious: "It’s only 4:00 pm, still early, just wait a little, ten or eight minutes, no rush."

Then he shouted loudly: "Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao!"

Song Tan lay on the lounge chair, swinging like a big boss, and hearing the noise, he crossed his legs: "Qiaoqiao is in the sweet potato field, you can find him there."

Ah, sweet potatoes!

Zhang Yanping instantly drooled and hurriedly said to Brother Xiaozhang: "Are you tired from taping boxes? Sit down and rest, I’ll get Qiaoqiao to give a shout-out in the livestream. Don’t worry, it’ll definitely sell out in ten minutes!"

He also moved the laptop closer to him: "If you see everything’s sold out, just click this to ship, and print the delivery labels and you’re good."

At this moment, a beefy man cast his phone aside, rummaged around the yard twice, then with a menacing look, took a peeler and walked off. His demeanor didn’t look like he was going for sweet potatoes, rather, it seemed like he was off to stab someone!

And he even took a weapon along!

Brother Xiaozhang held his words back, wanted to speak but didn’t: Hadn’t you just boasted that you didn’t need any advertisement and could sell out in ten minutes?

...

Meanwhile, as Zhang Yanping climbed the mountain, he pulled his coat tighter — it was cold in the mountains. Despite the sun not yet setting, the temperature had already dropped.

As he climbed, he could faintly hear the voices of old men and women talking above him, prompting a sigh of longing:

"It’d be nice to have this kind of life after I retire."

What kind of life?

It’s like being seventy or eighty, watching Old Song’s place needing hardly any work, yet they refused to leave, choosing to stay in the workshop to clean. They didn’t just sloppily clean, but rather cleaned together, one room at a time, and it was spotless!

Why so enthusiastic?

It was all for the canteen!

They were old, many couldn’t handle electric appliances well, only knew how to use wood stoves, returning home only to a cold hearth. Just boiling a pot of noodles would mean barely surviving...

Who would enjoy that!

Better off staying here, chatting with everyone while working, not feeling tired, and even getting meals.

People are strange, they had never worked at Old Song’s place before, and even if invited for a meal they would be reluctant, fearing it might trouble the host.

Now, strangely, everyone’s attitude had changed unexpectedly, without being invited, they insisted on staying here.

In any case, Chef Jiang, who cooked extremely delicious meals, also had to take major responsibility.

A bunch of people kept busy, making Song Youde exclaim: "With the door locked no one is around, the workshop isn’t even that dirty, and you folks consume two jin of my rice in one meal!"

The old ladies didn’t appreciate that: "Look at you, man, lacking refinement, right? I sweep your yard clean, and aren’t we sunning the rice tomorrow? How convenient."

"Just so! If you really find our work slow, let us go to your wheat field, I’ll pull out the barnyard grass for you."

"Song Youde, I’ll harvest rice for you next year, no need to hire machines."

"Go, go, go!" Song Youde dared not: "Everyone’s vision is blurry, I’m afraid you will pull out the wheat seedlings by mistake..."

As for not hiring machines next year? We’ll talk about it next year! Early summer in the village still had strong labor to harvest rice, by this fall, everyone’s busy making fermentation tanks.

The machine cuts as cheap as manual labor, it just wins on speed, it works with any weather condition!

The factory was bustling with lively noises. Not far from the dormitory construction site, the workers sipping water looked this way in anticipation:

"I wonder what’s for dinner tonight?"

...

Zhang Yanping couldn’t help but salivate at such lively scenes. He figured if the canteen at retirement could achieve this standard, why wouldn’t anyone wish to work there till old age?

Standing on the hillside, after listening for a while, he walked down to the sweet potato field on the other side.

Two three-wheeled bikes were parked by the road, thoughtfully covered with straw just collected from the factory today. The smartphone was set up there; Zhang Yanping walked over and noticed that the livestream was indeed on.

But the host had forgotten again, gradually moving away while wielding a hoe, leaving the viewers numb.

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao, Song Sancheng, and Wu Lan were in the sweet potato field. The two men were gently swinging their hoes and Wu Lan, holding a basket, filled it up now and then, while muttering:

"Be careful, be careful, look you’ve cut the sweet potato again—wow this one is so beautiful! You’ve cut such a long slice off it!"

The damaged sweet potatoes couldn’t be stored, and Wu Lan felt the pain. Knowing they had Boss Bao, the God of Wealth, who would buy these sweet potatoes at 40 per pound!

Unfortunately, Tantan had said, they planted less this year, better keep it for themselves—sigh, to her, this wasn’t even a small amount; nearly two acres, red-skinned and white-skinned together, that’s tens of thousands of pounds!

The cellar would be filled to the brim!

"Auntie!" Zhang Yanping called her from the roadside, his tone sweet but his presence fierce, making Wu Lan couldn’t help but turn his head:

Well, just keep it then.

The house had too many giant rice buckets for one meal!

And oblivious Zhang Yanping didn’t remember the task he was supposed to perform, he simply pulled a mud-covered white-skinned sweet potato from the cart and shouted:

"I’ll eat one first!"

Perhaps because he knew him too well, from a distance, Wu Lan yelled:

"Eat the ones in that basket on the ground!"

Zhang Yanping looked down, found the basket on the other side of the cart, and silently put the sweet potato back, then picked one with a broken tip.

He had to wash the sweet potato, right?

He still had a peeling knife in his pocket, but seeing the ducks swimming joyously in the pond ahead, along with the two geese "Big White" and "Goose Sister" diving from time to time, as well as duck feathers drifting among the water grass...

He decisively turned around, walked a couple of steps uphill to the newly repaired canal edge:

"Come on, come on, folks in the livestream, let’s mukbang a sweet potato—also take a look at our environment, this newly built canal! This water flows from a spring at the mountain top, crystal clear!"

As for the spring originally found while drilling a well, no need to mention that now.

He brought the sweet potato close to the camera for a close-up shot, then changed the livestream angle:

"Click to watch, eating raw sweet potato!"