Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 893 - 875. The Vanity Jewel

Chapter 893: 875. The Vanity Jewel

Ouch! Why even bother fixing the sewing machine!

It was Grandma’s dowry! Grandpa’s family arranged it as her dowry when she married into the family, and it was a major topic of discussion at the wedding!

It looks like...

"Grandma, having a sewing machine back then shows that Grandpa’s family must have been quite well-off, right?"

Wang Lifan laughed: "Of course, I was the belle of the village back then, with six older brothers above me. If his family didn’t have a couple of sacks of grain, could I have married him?"

Song Tan also smiled: "It’s hard to find someone to fix this sewing machine now. Why don’t we just get you a new one?"

"There are those small sewing machines now that can do various patterns, embroider, and are also very lightweight."

She took out her mobile phone: "Look, online there are many elderly ladies like you livestreaming making clothes for kids, and many people love watching those videos!"

"Ouch!" Grandma laughed: "I don’t know all these fancy styles... But if you want a robe, I can make that, and I can also make stirrup pants."

But these days nobody wears those, and buying fabric and threads might even be more expensive than the kids buying clothes online!

Wang Lifan for sure isn’t doing that loss-making business!

"No worries!" Song Tan cheerfully said: "A sewing machine is always useful, buy a new one, later you can make clothes for the kids, they would love that."

Oh, speaking of the kids at home, they indeed are vain.

They love sweet talk and flashy things, roaming around the mountains every day, even organizing shifts by themselves. The Old Song’s family panders to them daily, each of them doesn’t know how proud they are!

But speaking of the kids, Xin Jun had another thought—

"Song Tan, next year when things expand on the mountain, have you considered hiring security guards?"

Huh?

Song Tan really hadn’t thought about it: "Do we need security guards on our mountain?"

There are surveillance cameras, key areas, like the grasslands, are watched at night, the dozen dogs at home are all brave and formidable...

If all else fails, there’s me!

"Is it necessary?"

Xin Jun frowned: "Just hire them. My family’s farmstay hired a few more this year—’A tall tree catches the wind, wealth attracts envy.’"

"Moreover, some people are afraid of dogs, some dare to act, all these dogs at home are treasures, would you bear it if someone hurt them?"

That indeed would be unbearable.

Song Tan nodded: "Okay, originally I kept them to serve as a deterrent and for alerting us, not expecting them to fight people..."

But hiring security, how and who to hire, that requires careful consideration.

Xin Jun had only one reminder: "Workers can be from the village, our own people understand village manners. But the security guards, must not be from the village."

Song Tan looked at him: "Weird, how do you know so much? Aren’t you naturally cut out to be a rich second generation back to town?"

Xin Jun gave a bitter smile: "I know because I’ve learned from experience. You can guess how I learned? Moreover, I really don’t love business, no interest."

He waved his hand: "I’m just waiting for Qiaoqiao’s livestream to end, then to take her back and study two more texts."

Who knew the packing Qiaoqiao covered her ears: "Don’t pull, I’ll go by myself!"

Song Tan couldn’t help rubbing her fingers, thinking did I really pull that hard yesterday?

...

With fewer farm chores, there is always something to do around the house. Like Song Youde’s new house, the space in the main room and bedroom isn’t very big.

In his words: "Just the two of us living there, why make it so big? An empty house doesn’t gather luck, it’s better smaller with more rooms."

Fine!

Living in a big house without enough people indeed doesn’t gather energy. The old saying always makes sense. Song Tan just asked them, "Do you want to install the same kind of heating we have?"

"No need for that, no need!"

Joking! Who in the countryside spends so much money to heat their home?

Previously without a furnace, they used charcoal; now with a furnace, wouldn’t a small one in the living room suffice?

A small iron stove, with a large top surface that can stew a pot, with a chimney pipe going through the living room and bedroom to the outside...

Once the fire starts, the temperature gets hotter and warmer than an air conditioner!

As for whether the new house will get smoke-stained...

Song Youde was quite open-minded: "At this age, how many years can I live? Later you can tear it down and rebuild, build a multi-story house."

They now have a bungalow with a pretty roof—it’s a pity the village doesn’t allow red-colored steel tiles, otherwise, how beautiful that would be!

They can only use dark gray, which Song Youde is somewhat reluctant about.

He also suggested to Song Tan: "That light at the main entrance, get a red one? Bright red, round, how good-looking and festive!"

Song Tan: ...

Not to mention, grandpa, your health seems to suggest another twenty years with no problem, but two large round red lamps atop the gate pillars? Is that appropriate?

Despite respecting the elderly’s preferences and listening to them, Song Tan couldn’t help but say:

"Grandpa, our village isn’t the urban area. The solar streetlight doesn’t shine bright after midnight, everywhere is pitch dark. From afar, seeing two blood-red lights here... aren’t you scared?"

Song Youde: ...

The old man with his peculiar tastes silently brooded.

After a while, he reluctantly said: "Alright, fine. You pick the lights."

What to pick! With these tastes, best hurry up and install two regular lights! Anything’s better than red!

Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief.

She started the car, taking Song Sancheng along: "Dad, let’s go to the town, and while there, you can try out a couple of cars and also order a nice heating stove for grandpa."

Song Sancheng was shocked!

He hesitated to get in the car: "Tantan, why do you trust my driving so much? The roads in our village... these roads..."

Being a grown man, and having gotten his license, Song Sancheng was reluctant to admit his driving was poor.

But his daughter was too reckless! The road to town from the village needed to detour through another village, and just like that, she dared to let him start driving?

Song Tan: ...

She laughed and said, "Dad, what are you thinking? I mean, once you get past the village road and hit the asphalt road toward town, where there’s no one and no cars, then you can take the chance to drive for a bit and practice!"

Song Sancheng breathed a sigh of relief: "That’s fine! That’s fine! Let’s pick a great stove for grandpa."

As the car drove off, Wu Lan came out of the house, her heart souring:

"This child, I also got my driver’s license, and I practice better than her dad! Why didn’t she take me along?"

Everyone: ...

Zhang Yanping could only step up as the peacemaker: "Aunt, precisely because you’re good at it, you can drive as soon as you get in the car, so there’s no need for Tantan to guide you firsthand!"

"When Tantan wants to take you out, she’ll likely just directly involve you in car scouting! You don’t need these scattered practice opportunities."

Xin Jun also kept a straight face: "That’s right."

Only Qiaoqiao looked at Wu Lan cluelessly, worrying Zhang Yanping lest he blurt out something he shouldn’t!

But it seems scolding him worked, as in the end, Qiaoqiao didn’t say anything, just foolishly followed along with a laugh.