Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 890 - 872. Sell its child

Chapter 890: 872. Sell its child

Greenhouses aren’t something that can be built in just a day or two.

Inside a range of 15m wide and 100m long, not only does the land need to be prepared, but they also have to ready the appropriate thick steel frames.

These greenhouses aren’t one-offs; they’re built as tall as possible, with insulating cotton added to the top layer, so they can be used every winter thereafter.

The price is a bit higher, with the cost of one greenhouse coming to 60,000 yuan— and that’s just for two acres of land.

Song Tan couldn’t help but click his tongue—no wonder there are fewer and fewer people getting into agriculture, as these big-time farmers spend a hefty sum just on building these greenhouses each year.

Not to mention the soaring labor costs and increasingly unfavorable weather...

In any case, considering the time issue, thrifty Song Tan, unusually, added an extra 5,000 yuan, demanding that it be done ASAP!

It’s rare to find such a good client, and upon discovering that Lao Song’s family contracted several hundred acres of land in the village, those installing the greenhouses were keen to tap into the Yun City market, making sure they did their job well—

No hidden meanings, just if they were to do this on a large scale next year, to not forget about them!

With the villagers’ help going back and forth, the framework quickly began to take shape.

But Song Tan typically spends the money and then doesn’t worry about it after that, as there are so many capable people at home that she doesn’t need to stress over it.

At this moment, she was at the factory’s entrance, pinching a piece of dried sweet potato. It took her quite a while and some effort to tear off a piece, and after chewing it for a long time, she finally savored its slowly emerging sweetness.

"This is really tough!" she observed, holding the dried sweet potato: "I almost pulled out a tooth."

Master Jiang chuckled, "When I sun-dried it for just two days, it was soft yet chewy. I invited you to try some then, but you were too busy."

"Now that it’s dried like this, it’s considered a success. We’ll bag it up tightly, and it can be stored for a year without issues."

"If you find this too hard to chew, I’ll get some from the cellar later. I’ll slice them thin and fry them up; they’ll be crispy and sweet, delicious."

Nowadays, Master Jiang, looking plump and rosy, sounded tempting when he spoke of food, so Song Tan quickly nodded without a second thought:

"Sounds good!"

But this dried sweet potato is also quite good; it’ll help pass the time when relatives visit during the New Year.

She clapped her hands and asked Zhang Yanping, "Are the packaging bags ready? 200 grams per pack, let’s start packaging. Also, get Qiaoqiao to help sell them."

"Oh right, pack five kilograms to ship out this afternoon."

Where they were shipping to didn’t need asking, Zhang Yanping thought for a moment:

"Tantan, that person helped others and got hospitalized without saying anything. Don’t you want to ask if they are coming to our place for the New Year?"

"How can you ask like that?" Wu Lan thought, young people just don’t understand:

"He has done us a favor, by all rights we should take the initiative to visit him for the New Year—though you young people don’t talk about these formalities, still, Tantan, you should take the initiative and ask, right?"

Now that the family is prospering, everyone has stopped deliberately avoiding the topic of Song Tan’s past injury, talking about it quite openly.

Wu Lan suggested, "First see what they think, and if they are willing to invite us to visit for the New Year, I’ll set aside a couple of large pork legs."

Song Tan thought this was obvious.

They didn’t even mention paying medical bills when hospitalized, clearly not fond of such social interactions. Besides, from the brief chats over the months, she could deduce that the person’s style was straightforward and terse.

Ah, thinking of that, she quickly pulled out her phone—she had sent them sweet potatoes before, and they had sent a message of thanks.

But since everyone at home mentioned it, Song Tan considered briefly, "How about this, I won’t mention the New Year, I’ll just ask if they’d like to join us for our family’s pork feast?"

Nowadays, wealthy city dwellers fancy this kind of authentic rural charm, right? And during the pork feast, with so many people around, it wouldn’t be awkward; actually, it might feel more comfortable than formally sitting down to visit for the New Year.

"Alright!"

But slaughtering pigs isn’t that quick.

The three big white pigs at home are growing rapidly, now weighing around three to four hundred pounds. Wu Lan certainly won’t bring up slaughtering until the winter season.

The two black pigs are growing a bit slower, but their meat looks firmer, and surely tastes better.

As for the two little wild pigs... sigh, these free pigs just have no advantage, growing too slowly, and now weighing only about two hundred pounds or so, probably can’t be slaughtered this winter!

Well, just keep them till next year.

And there’s Dahei, a female pig, next year she definitely should birth another litter.

Mixing the big white pigs and wild pigs, the piglets born are expected to grow fast and be tasty, also saving quite a bit of money on buying new piglets...

Ah dear!

Wu Lan cheerfully called Qiaoqiao: "Go check the cellar, see if there are any sweet potatoes that weren’t picked out and spoiled? If there are, peel some for Da Wang."

"And Dabao and the others, have they been running wild around the mountains lately? Tell them, no more catching pheasants, can’t catch hares either! Just catch a couple of wild pigs if they can..."

She’s quite ambitious, her order was full of spirit: "I’m not picky, big or small."

Song Tan: ...

When there’s nothing else, just a bit of greens for feed, frowning in pain when removing a big bone from the daily dog feed, and now actively feeding sweet potatoes...

Song Tan turned her head, very seriously: "Qiaoqiao, how about we change Da Wang’s name to ’Zhong Wuyan’?"

Everyone on the mountain was stunned for a second, then burst into laughter.

Wu Lan couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her: "What Zhong Wuyan or Xia Yingchun, look at our village, which family feeds their dogs a pot of meat and bones like that every day?"

"This Da Wang, in half a year, he’s eaten as much as a pig."

Exactly!

Song Tan had to admit: When it comes to raising dogs, you can’t count on making a profit, it’s only about how much you lose.

She held back a laugh: "No worries, Brother Xiaosun is still looking for mates for them, once they have puppies, we sell them and recover the cost."

Wu Lan frowned: "What are you talking about? Da Wang is so loyal to us, he didn’t ask you for money, why sell his puppies?"

"And our other treasured pets? Ask around in the ten miles and eight villages, which family’s dogs are as smart and well-behaved? Altogether we only spent three thousand yuan on them, and you still want to sell the puppies... Are you that short of money?"

"And those we adopted, such poor things! Recuperating their health and you’re already worrying about selling puppies, you’re quite cruel."

Wu Lan thought for a moment, then sighed: "If we really can’t manage, let’s take them to be neutered! Otherwise, it’s too hard always having puppies."

Song Tan: ...

What, is our family’s financial situation better, so she’s talking with such humanitarian concern now?

But suddenly Qiaoqiao was puzzled: "Huh? What do you mean only spent 3000 in total? Didn’t Brother Xiaosun say each was 3000 at a loss?"

Everyone: ...Why did Brother Xiaosun tell you all this, hey!

Wu Lan slowly turned her head, calling her name:

"Song Tan!"

"What do you mean each was 3000, explain it to me clearly."