Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 140 - : 140. Qiaoqiao’s Grievance_1
Chapter 140: 140. Qiaoqiao’s Grievance_1
Qiaoqiao had been feeling aggrieved for a long time.
In the morning, he had to accompany the puppy, then help with chores, followed by going to the city to sell vegetables. When he got home, there was still more work to do…
It wasn’t until night fell and there was no work left, that his parents went to sleep, and his sister locked her door and went to bed. Then he too could only go to sleep.
Although, although sleeping was indeed very comfortable, but… still, the Qiaoqiao who watched cartoons was the cutest!
With the huge sums of five or ten yuan in his pocket every day, he could buy all sorts of strange and new toys in the city…
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But, but ever since he got busy, he hadn’t watched a single episode of Peppa!
The Ultraman his sister had promised would be even better, he hadn’t seen at all.
He didn’t quite understand what the adults said, but he could grasp a little—that Seventh Uncle was an elder, and in the future, he would need to help him work and learn some new skills.
But, but he had already stopped watching Ultraman, and if he had to learn new skills, wouldn’t there be no time at all for Ultraman?
For Qiaoqiao, this was a matter of utmost importance!
He had been holding this in for a long time, and now he couldn’t help but cry out his grievances.
He cried so miserably, choking after just a few sobs, with tears smearing handful after handful, all sticking to his brand new sweatshirt.
Afterward, he hiccupped and accused his once-favorite sister:
“Can’t I just watch one episode a day?”
“Up until now I don’t even know what Ultraman looks like…”
“My Qiao Zhi…”
His words were incoherent and whimpering, clearly pitiful to the extreme.
However, his heartless sister couldn’t help but feel like laughing.
Song Tan tried hard to suppress the urge to burst into laughter, quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road, and took out a packet of wet wipes to swiftly clean up the silly child:
“Why wouldn’t you watch? Of course, you’ll watch! It’s just that your sister has been busy and forgot about it. Can Qiaoqiao forgive her sister, please? Let’s watch it when we get back.”
She said this with such finality that Qiaoqiao, who was intrinsically very easy to console, immediately burst into smiles upon hearing her say this.
Then he carefully began to bargain: “Then… how many episodes can I watch?”
How many episodes are there in Ultraman? I don’t even know!
Song Tan thought it over:
“How about this, your sister promised something but forgot, it’s her fault. As compensation, today Qiaoqiao can watch two episodes. After that, one episode a day, okay?”
How long is one episode again?
Ah well, doesn’t matter! Just need to console this silly treasure first.
Luckily the foolish child was content with his lot, now deceived by his unscrupulous sister, he wiped his face clean with the wet tissue, and played contentedly with the colorful clay in his hands.
The car started up again, and for some reason, the old couple in the back seat found themselves liking Qiaoqiao more and more.
The wily old are wise, they didn’t care for those adults with minds full of mature considerations, but now seeing the fair-skinned and overly simple Qiaoqiao, they found him more appealing.
Looking again at the atmosphere of this family—the kid was taking TV watching seriously, which is why he cried so miserably.
The sister didn’t scold him outright, but listened to him seriously before apologizing and finding solutions.
Steady family values.
Seventh Uncle also set his precious handbag aside and then leaned over to strike up a conversation:
“Qiaoqiao, what do you like to eat the most? Seventh Uncle will show off his skills for you at lunch.”
Qiaoqiao thought it over:
“Spicy strips.”
While these couldn’t compare with the quality of wild vegetables at home, they were nonetheless coveted.
What one can’t have is always agitating them. If spicy strips weren’t easily bought, Qiaoqiao would remember it best. Now, as soon as Seventh Uncle asked her, she immediately had an answer.
Well now, Seventh Uncle and Song Tan exchanged glances through the rearview mirror. One felt underestimated, the other felt like he’d been tricked.
…
Meanwhile.
On the hill behind Yunqiao Village, a big group of people was working with great vigor.
Six-centimeter seedlings might sound thick, but they really aren’t that big.
The advantage is that they’re easy to plant—dig a hole, cover with soil, pour some Rooting Water… and that’s it.
Each of these fruit trees even has a small clump of soil around its roots, which have been simply sorted. Now that it’s spring—the prime planting season.
Under the leadership of Song Sancheng, everyone headed up the hill early in the morning to dig tree holes, then Zhang Yanping drove back and forth transporting fertilizer prepared in advance by the Zhang Wang family.
The fermented fertilizer was already well-rotted, and using it as base fertilizer couldn’t be more appropriate now. The work was well-divided; it was only twenty acres of hillside. In just half a day, most of it was already planted.
Everyone was busy working, with lively chatter, and for a while, the hillside was full of their cheerful voices and laughter.
Just then, someone suddenly asked, “Sancheng, is this work regular, or just on-call occasionally?”
“If it’s regular, I’m fine with watching over the fields every day. What I want is a stable job—if not, how about your family pays me a salary? I won’t ask for much, just whatever everyone else gets.”
The statement was half-joking, simply to show an attitude.
Is there a lot of work at home?
A lot!
So much that Song Sancheng wanted to sigh.
Manpower sometimes falls short!
Just his small family keeping watch over dozens of acres of forest and farmland, they truly couldn’t keep up.
For now, the planting required some hard work, but the flowering and fruiting weren’t rushing them.
But wait until after May, and then they’d be busy!
Even without peaches, they couldn’t avoid hiring help.
But no matter what he thought internally, with the training from the past while, Song Sancheng had learned—that he clearly was not as reliable as his daughter when it came to farming. Since his child wanted to manage things properly, he had to make sure everything at home was stable!
He now chuckled, smoothing things over, “Who knows? Kids are unpredictable, hammering east, tongs west.”
“Look, if it weren’t for this rush, with Qingming Festival almost here, why choose this time to plant fruit trees? How many months would it take before they bear fruit?”
“This child, you hope for her to succeed, yet fear she might succeed too much—it’s true, children insist, and we as parents have to toil regardless!”
He spoke while heaving a deep sigh, “Don’t believe me? Just look how tired I’ve been recently!”
Without that remark, the conversation might have gone on.
But once he said it, immediately a village auntie asked, “Song Sancheng, why do I feel like this continuous farm work has made you look whiter?”
“Exactly!” someone immediately chimed in.
“Not just your skin getting back its color, but even your complexion is rosier, with more vigor than the young folks!”
“Sancheng, running about busily during this period, what exactly have you been eating?”
What have I been eating?
Song Sancheng thought to himself: I eat vegetables that cost twenty-one yuan per jin, drink tea that’s eleven thousand yuan per jin, honey water that’s a thousand bucks a bottle…
But can I say that?
How frustrating is it to walk in brocade at night?
He could only laugh it off: “The kid’s mom has really improved her cooking skills this year…”
