Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 872 - 854. Luxury Breakfast

Chapter 872: 854. Luxury Breakfast

"The chestnuts were eventually stored in the warehouse by Song Tan, as Zhang Yanping, eavesdropping from the second floor, caught bits and pieces and offered an irresistible suggestion—"

"Tantan, chestnuts can be kept for the New Year!"

"When the villagers come to visit during the New Year, our supplies won’t last with all the eating. Buying from outside would seem like we aren’t sincere."

"Just serve a plate of dried chestnuts. These are so dry, one could nibble for hours without a problem!"

"We’ll just get by with this for the year, and next year we’ll plant more sunflowers and peanuts. Won’t that take care of the New Year’s roasted snacks?"

Zhang Yanping is both tight-fisted and clever; this idea really struck a chord with Lao Song’s family!

"Yes!" Wu Lan also began to dream: "When the kids come over for New Year’s, we’ll give them a bag of our own stuff. When people visit, we’ll prepare something to pass the time..."

What about dried chestnuts? Their chestnuts are tasty too, slowly nibbled with drooling front teeth, definitely a unique delight!

She even started to ponder what gifts to bring to relatives during the New Year, which shows how uplifting this half of the year has been!

Only Qiaoqiao couldn’t quite grasp this subtle train of thought, simply stuffing Big White back into the pocket of his pajamas, curiously saying:

"But the New Year is in early February, that’s still over three months away!"

Everyone: ...

Song Tan raised her hand affectionately and touched his head: "Be good, have you finished your homework tonight?"

...

Autumn mornings are especially comfy because the temperature has gone down, so the Song Family now gets up around six or seven o’clock.

Except for Song Youde and Seventh Uncle, whose ages are on the mature side.

They don’t play with phones at night, so they still wake up at five. In the chilly morning dew, everyone simply gathers in the kitchen to keep busy...

Tell you what, it’s much livelier than before in the old house.

And today there’s also a heap of chores to do.

The harvested sweet potatoes need sorting and then storing in the cellar, and the kids are clamoring for sweet potato strips. Added to that, the New Year’s idea that Yanping brought up yesterday...

Song Youde decided on the spot: Sweet potato strips? Sun-dried!

Seventh Uncle didn’t object—what Chef would say no to tasty food?

He simply instructed: "When Tantan wakes up, have her go up the mountain and fetch the large steamer from the canteen."

Song Youde was puzzled: "What for? You making buns?"

Seventh Uncle was taken aback: "What, don’t you steam the sweet potatoes before drying them?"

The two of them, talking past each other, finally came to understand one another after a long back-and-forth.

Seventh Uncle explained: "Steaming them before drying makes the sweet potato strips red, soft, and sweet, really delicious!"

Song Youde shook his head: "That’s too sweet, sweet enough to rot your teeth. I dare not eat too much of that. Besides, they won’t keep well that way!"

"Stick with the old methods then!"

Seventh Uncle: ... Fair enough. He can’t really handle too sweet things nowadays either.

...

So when Song Tan woke up, she was faced with a hefty task.

"Move them to the cellar? No problem, Qiaoqiao and I can do it, we’re strong—but not just yet, right? Let’s dry out the moisture first."

"Sun-drying sweet potato strips? Dry a big batch, we can sell them online later, they’re cheap and last longer, more economical than sugar-roasted chestnuts."

Xin Jun glanced sideways: "Your definition of a bargain isn’t quite the same as everyone else’s, is it?"

But faced with nearly two acres of land and tens of thousands of pounds of sweet potatoes, Song Tan still sighed, "Grandpa, why didn’t you say so earlier? We could have taken them straight to the factory to store."

She’d been so worried that the cellar wouldn’t fit everything that she had secretly expanded it in the past two days, and even stealthily borrowed a handful of Glass Beads from Qiaoqiao... The scant Spiritual Power was completely depleted in an instant, and it took days to recover!

Everyone then rolled up their sleeves and quickly sorted through the sweet potatoes. The pretty, intact, and good ones were placed in the cellar, and half were set aside to be dried.

This task was easy and even the elderly could handle it, but drying around five thousand pounds of sweet potatoes made Wu Lan think twice, and she called out to the group chat.

Shortly after, several robust middle-aged men and women who worked night shifts all showed up.

Wu Lan was puzzled: "Why is everyone here? Did you get enough sleep last night?"

"How could we not have had enough sleep?" Li Lanhua laughed, "We went to bed at seven or eight in the evening, got up at half-past eleven to pick vegetables, and there was still food left in the canteen. After eating, we went home and had a nap until five o’clock. That’s enough time for a midday snooze... More than enough!"

There wasn’t much work left to do in the factory now, just half a night shift, which was pretty relaxing!

But when Wu Lan took a closer look, it wasn’t as relaxed as they made it seem, with several aunties probably not sleeping well these last couple of years due to their age.

But everyone had a different mindset — since they couldn’t sleep well, they might as well get up and work.

The men could sleep soundly anytime and anywhere, but since they could do that, wouldn’t it be better to earn a bit of money?

After all, once the fermentation tanks were repaired, they’d be out of work again and had been idling at home for the past few days.

Calculating this way, although the nearby work was good, it wasn’t stable!

Lao Song’s family said they would do a big push next year, so better inquire during the New Year...

...

So, eight or nine men and women showed up in the courtyard, along with five or six elderly, and a pile of sweet potatoes was quickly sorted.

Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun rode the tricycles, while everyone else took care of loading the baskets. Qiaoqiao and Song Tan were in charge of carrying them onto the vehicles, and the assembly line started moving very quickly.

Song Tan, with her sharp ears, was carrying baskets when she heard the pigs on the back mountain howling again — why do they always act like they’re never full?

So she stopped Qiaoqiao: "You go cook the pig feed, I’ll handle things here."

After thinking for a bit, she added: "The pig feed will take a couple of hours to cook, feed them something in the meantime. That crying is just too pitiful..."

When it comes to anything related to animals, Qiaoqiao is always the happiest. Without saying a word, he grabbed his phone tripod and headed up the mountain, while Song Sancheng reminded him as he carried baskets:

"Bring a couple of baskets of the sweet potatoes you dig up... and old pumpkins! There are old pumpkins and big cabbages for sale in the canteen, take some!"

Qiaoqiao, mounted on Big White, had already slipped smoothly up the mountain!

Meanwhile, Zhang Yanping watched as everyone bustled around, and found a moment to sit on the tricycle seat, opening her phone seriously:

"Ah, I’m so busy... even when delivering goods I still have to take care of the live stream notice..."

Xin Jun rode another bike, really not wanting to say anything — with so many people, they didn’t even need to unload the goods themselves, so how busy could it be?

With Song Tan’s personality, wouldn’t she still set aside eight or ten pounds of the dried sweet potatoes for them once they’re done?

She had even shared 20 pounds of the dried pumpkins from early autumn!

Otherwise, why would he be so earnest in working instead of sitting down comfortably, preparing lessons or browsing his phone?

And over here, the workers who hurriedly got up for the early shift knocked off at six in the morning, turned off the silent mode on their phones, and were greeted with a cheerful notification—

"Your specially followed host has sent out a live broadcast notice!"

The workers perked up, clicked on the notification, and found that the cross-region host had started early in the morning again—

[Luxurious breakfast live stream, you’re not getting any!]