Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 176 - . Cunning Bento (Vote for monthly tickets
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Seventh Uncle came over, looking a bit worried too.
“To be honest, I’ve never seen a fish trap packed so full in my life!”
In the past, when we collected things from the trap, we’d just untie the rope and give it a pull and everything would come out.
But with it full like this, how are we supposed to pull it up?
Lifting it is already a struggle.
Song Sancheng looked around and smiled so wide his mouth wouldn’t close. He even took out his phone, “Yanping, how do you post a video on Moments? Come, help me shoot one.”
As he spoke, he squatted in front of the fish trap and didn’t forget to instruct, “Just say, ‘Free time fun, sunbathing today’s catch.'”
What a tactful way with words!
Tantan’s skills had transplanted onto himself, if the folks at the fishing forum saw this, they’d drool a mile!
Zhang Yanping gave his uncle-in-law a thumbs up in secret.
Song Tan followed his gaze, finally feeling reassured:
“Dabao came over this morning to call us, was it because he found this fish trap?”
“Exactly!” Song Sancheng was watching Zhang Yanping post on Moments without lifting his head:
“Early in the morning, Dabao started barking at us, and we thought something had happened. Little did we know, when we went over to look, my goodness! It was lucky you tied it down with a rock; the rock was almost dragged into the water. If we’d been any later, we would’ve had to fish the trap out of the pond.”
After thinking for a bit, he chuckled, “Dabao really is a good dog, let’s give him an extra egg this morning.”
“Not just this morning,” Seventh Uncle pointed at the things inside the trap, “Give them those little lumpfish and wheat spikes to eat.”
This kind of fish naturally doesn’t grow big, they school together in droves, and catching them in bunches doesn’t feel wasteful. Nobody minded when Seventh Uncle suggested feeding them to the dogs.
Wu Lan and Wang Lifan washed their hands clean and, seeing the group still circling the fish trap, couldn’t help but urge, “Hurry up, breakfast time, we still have to pick tea later. The fish can wait a bit before we deal with them!”
Men, they just don’t do the math, how can fish compare to tea leaves?
The hot rice porridge was bubbling, the fermented dough pancakes were irresistibly crispy and fragrant, and the ground meat with pickled vegetables and stir-fried spicy eggs were even more appetizing.
Despite the old masters’ reluctance to part with the fish trap, it didn’t stop them from slurping down two large bowls.
Song Tan, as usual, didn’t eat much and put down her bowl first to settle the final payment for the watermelon seedlings with her uncle.
Logically, with things looking busy, the uncle should have been leaving.
But his eyes were glued to those two fish traps, and he dallied around, unable to move from the spot for quite some time.
Song Tan couldn’t help but glance at the new fishing rod in the corner that she bought for 890 and was quoted 80 for:
—Men.
Looking at the time, it was about half an hour before the workers were due to arrive. Village folks aren’t particularly punctual, sure to come early, Song Tan hurriedly directed:
“Let’s hurry up and clear out these fish, we’ve got to head to the mountains soon.”
Seventh Uncle waved his hand, “Don’t we have two extra hands to help me out today? You all go on with your work; I’ll take care of these fish.”
At the same time, he also called Seventh Grandma, “Ask Qiaoqiao to come back.”
Song Tan was puzzled, “What did he go off to do so early in the morning?”
Seventh Uncle grinned ear to ear, “When I came over this morning, I mentioned that there was a tree with tender Chinese toon leaves by the roadside which could be fried with eggs, and the kid ran off to pick them after eating two pancakes.”
Chinese toon leaves?
Song Tan was surprised, “Are there still young Chinese toon leaves now? Make sure they haven’t all grown old.”
During the early spring when everyone was busy with wild herbs, the Chinese toon trees in their village grew sparsely, and there were only a few trees, so she hadn’t even considered this.
Seventh Uncle pointed to a small hill off in the distance, “Over there on the high ground, there’s a little tree. The wind is cold, so the toon buds grow slowly.”
Song Tan understood. It was just like the saying, “The fragrance of April has faded in the mortal realm, yet peach blossoms at the mountain temple begin to flourish.”
“No wonder I didn’t see him while checking the fish today.”
As for whether the child had a proper breakfast… Bah! Who needs to be so picky? As long as his stomach is full and he doesn’t feel hungry, that’s fine.
Besides, when following Seventh Uncle, when could there ever be a time without food?
Sure enough, as everyone was busy slowly taking fish out of the fish traps, the villagers who had come to work had already arrived one after another.
Each one of them had to circle around the fish traps and marvel, while Song Sancheng’s social network was buzzing with heaps of praise.
This morning, he had reached the pinnacle of fishers. Though he hadn’t used a fishing rod but had laid fish traps instead, it was a skill just the same, no difference.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t handle the fish himself, as the watermelon seedlings on the mountain still required his attention to arrange for people to take care of them.
So, reluctantly holding his hoe, he left.
It was the uncle delivering the watermelon seedlings who hesitated for a while before finally couldn’t help but approach Song Tan again:
“Miss, can outsiders come to fish in your family’s pond?” he asked.
A thought struck Song Tan.
After seeing off the equally reluctant uncle, Song Tan discussed it with Seventh Uncle and then called over Zhang Yanping, whose business was not doing well:
“Brother Yanping, you can also share the pictures of the fish you took today on your fishing forum. Just like you said, two ponds, allowing ten people in total to fish each day, no charge, whatever they catch is theirs to keep.”
Zhang Yanping was puzzled, “Just look at the catch from these fish traps, if you let them keep whatever they fish, you’ll be at a loss!”
“We’re building a reputation, but not like this. With the products you’re selling now, you can rely on your own customer base. Fishermen, unnecessary.”
Actually, it was necessary. The crowd buying vegetables was mostly composed of aunts. Do aunts have money? Yes.
Willing to spend it? Yes, but only if there’s a feel of tourism.
Spending money in their own hometown is difficult.
But her family had plenty of good things, like tea and honey. When it comes to spending money lavishly, you have to look at the men.
Song Tan shook her head, “I’ve discussed it with Seventh Uncle, one box lunch is free, additional meals cost 40. Three meals a day, you and Qiaoqiao are responsible for delivery.”
This system of additional meals was quite cunning; the free sampling would tempt them first, and as for additional meals… she didn’t believe that anyone would only eat one bowl of their food.
“My cost is 10 yuan, you two split the remaining 30.”
“But there’s one thing, the person who catches the least before five o’clock has to be responsible for pulling weeds on my mountain for a whole day.”
No worries about them loitering; if they loafed on the job, they simply wouldn’t be allowed to come back.
Because she only infused Spiritual Energy and didn’t take other measures, the grass on the mountain grew incredibly fast, reaching knee-high before you knew it.
This was a deliberate move by Song Tan; she wanted to later hire villagers to help with weeding, offering the elderly a chance to earn income from home.
In the future, picking and packaging fruits and vegetables would also require their help. For her, it meant conserving Spiritual Energy and being more low-profile.
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For them, it meant having something to do, and frequent work with exposure to Spiritual Energy would improve their health too.
A win-win situation.
This was also briefly discussed with Zu Jun during a chat before.
However, as of now, the family farm was just starting, and the mountain land had only been cultivated recently, so there wasn’t much grass.
But after a while, that might not be the case.
