Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 881 - 863. Boil beeswax

Chapter 881: 863. Boil beeswax

The price of 188 was settled, although Guo Dong looked pained as if he was slaughtering her, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit excited thinking about Golden Sakura.

After all, she is quite wealthy now.

Thank her middle-aged male patients!

Song Tan sighed, "Seeing your expressions, I feel like I’m witnessing social change..."

When she first came back and was browsing on her phone, everywhere were marketing concepts of niche designer brands and overwhelming loan ads, promoting installment payments for everything.

Now looking at their sales records and pricing strategy for hand cream, it’s clear that people’s enthusiasm for luxury brands has decreased a lot, shifting instead to food...

How is 188 yuan for 50g of hand cream expensive? Their pepper sauce costs 100 yuan a bottle and you can finish it in two meals, while hand cream, even if you use it all over your body, could still be used at least ten times, right?

So tiresome.

She simply waved her hand: "You guys go ahead and cook the beeswax, I’m going to the mountain to see Bear."

Who will cook?

Secretary Xiaozu looked at Guo Dong, Guo Dong looked at Zhang Yanping, Zhang Yanping looked at Xin Jun...

Seventh Uncle shouted loudly, "Who wants to cook this? Let Qiaoqiao come down and cook!"

...

Song Tan was much faster than Qiaoqiao, quickly arriving at the back mountain. Starting from five boxes in the summer, the beehive had grown to 13.

Now in autumn, with not many flowers around, the bees buzzed less lively contrary to the bustling summer.

Qiaoqiao, with reddened eyes, lifted the lid of the Bear Bee hive, fearlessly poking his head around: "Bear, Bear where are you—oh oh oh, how did you get stuck again!"

He reached in with his fingers and scrabbled around inside the hive, managing to pull Bear out from some corner.

Then mysteriously, he pulled out a spoon wrapped in cling film:

"Hurry, hurry! All the honey is for you today!"

Song Tan: ...

No wonder he’s so keen on drinking honey water every day, when the tea at home isn’t bad either.

She was watching when Qiaoqiao started crying again, "Eat quickly, eat more... those people on TV who are dying are because they can’t eat and have no strength... you’re not dead yet, you must eat more!"

"It’d be best if you eat until you’re sick of it, so you won’t have any regrets when you die wuwuwu..."

His tears fell on Bear’s plump, furry bottom, creating an even heavier burden for those already overburdened little wings.

Fly, can’t fly!

"Alright, alright!" Song Tan went over and took away the spoon, but after seeing the large blob of honey on it, she eventually gave it back to Qiaoqiao:

"Stop feeding it, what kind of bear has it turned into?"

She curled her finger and Bear eagerly clung onto it, then madly scrambled around it—

Spiritual Energy, Spiritual Energy, Spiritual Energy!

So much Spiritual Energy!

It’s as big as a bean, aaaah!

Song Tan raised her hand, observing through the sunlight piercing through the trees, and saw Bear’s round body subtly expand under the sunlight, while its pitiful little wings fluttered and invisibly grew slightly larger.

But... that fuzzy butt is getting increasingly bright, fluffy and round.

In short, it’s still not lift-off, and it’s still a struggle to take off. The evolution didn’t choose the right spot.

Song Tan handed Daxiong back to Qiaoqiao: "I just asked, and Daxiong said that although it can’t fly, it insists on flying every day, and its physical training is really good, so it should be able to accompany you for a few more years."

"So... just feed it with some honeybees, and next time I see you secretly feeding it with honey, I’ll put it back in the box, just like when we first brought it back. You are not allowed to watch."

Qiaoqiao touched Daxiong’s beautifully colored black and yellow butt, nodding continuously at this moment: "Sister! You’re amazing!"

Song Tan was proud: "Of course!"

The temperature on the mountain has already felt a lot colder, Song Tan looked at the pile of beehives and the shelter built on top of them, then instructed: "When you have time, tell Dad to prepare some foam, we need to encapsulate the beehives in winter."

"When the temperature drops, remember to bring me the pollen you replenish every few days."

Adding some Spiritual Energy during the inspection, to ensure they are in good health during winter, and ready for a big activity next spring and summer!

Qiaoqiao was now only thinking about Daxiong and naturally nodded continuously!

...

When the family had prepared all the necessary tools and materials, they saw Qiaoqiao joyfully returning home, and Xin Jun raised an eyebrow: "Qiaoqiao, are you this happy?"

It shouldn’t be though—Qiaoqiao has a soft heart and a child’s ruthless innocence, he actually handles life and death better than most adults.

But his mood usually wouldn’t recover so quickly, and certainly not so noticeably.

Xin Jun thought for a moment: "Does Daxiong look very well?"

Qiaoqiao’s eyes sparkled: "Teacher Xin! You’re amazing—Daxiong is really fine, but it’s a secret, I can’t tell you."

Children also have their own little selfish desires, and with such an amazing sister, their little secret obviously can’t just be shared with anyone.

Not even Teacher Xin.

Xin Jun smiled: Children’s secrets are also very cute, he won’t ask.

He just patted the big iron pot next to him: "Then start the live broadcast, and after it ends, we will write an essay."

This is his teaching advantage, since there are no exams, learning anything is fun, and even writing essays becomes particularly interesting—

Just right, today, filled with so many happy feelings, he, Song Qiaoqiao, also wants to record them properly!

"I want to write 600 words!" he thought of the 200 and 400 words from the previous picture-based writing, and now voluntarily burdened himself more!

However, Xin Jun said seriously: "Today, 600 words might not be enough—How about this, how did you write before? Qiaoqiao has already learned, so today let’s not limit the word count, write as much as you want."

"But be careful, if it’s too verbose, you’ll have to rewrite it tomorrow."

"Okay, okay!" A smile returned to Qiaoqiao’s face, and he was full of enthusiasm: "Teacher Xin, can we study the biology of little honeybees tomorrow? Winter is coming, and I want to study well, so they can have a good winter."

Not a biology major, and even a biology major would not teach these things, Teacher Xin’s smile stiffened for a moment. But it wasn’t the first time he faced a student’s question, now he just nodded gracefully:

"We can—then you prepare well, teach the little ones about rendering beeswax, and I will also prepare."

Ah, don’t watch the live broadcast this afternoon, go prepare the class!

Beforehand, which of Yan Ran and the others was good at insect breeding?

Seeing this scene, Song Tan, looking at Qiaoqiao exuding "happy bubbles," pondered at this moment:

Teacher Xin is so great, how could she combine his benefits with her family’s benefits, to maintain a long and lasting teacher-student collaboration?