Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 177 - . Job Posting_1
Chapter 177: 177. Job Posting_1
Chapter 177: 177. Job Posting_1
Of course, there was something else Song Tan hadn’t mentioned.
That was her plan to use Spiritual Energy to lure the creatures in the pond over the next few days. Once they became picky, relying on the fisherman’s baits…
Heh heh heh.
She estimated that, except for the gluttonous lumpfish and wheat ear fish, it would be rather difficult to hook anything else.
It was like inviting them to spend money to embrace nature.
However, she could only keep these little schemes to herself, for voicing them would earn her a scolding.
In the face of Zhang Yanping’s expression that seemed to say “you’re running a loss-making business,” Song Tan still nodded resolutely at him.
As everyone had gone up the mountain to work, the yard once again became peaceful.
The two aunts helping out were the same ones as before, now deftly starting to boil water and filling everyone’s thermos flasks.
Song Tan noted that they had quite a number of people at home now and it wasn’t feasible to always borrow everyone’s thermos whenever there was a need, right?
Boiling water was labor-intensive and hogged the pot.
After some thought, she directly placed an order online for a large-capacity industrial water boiler, choosing one that ran on two-phase domestic electricity, and as for the capacity… Well, 30L would do.
Once everything was ready, Zhang Yanping squatted to one side sending messages, and it was only then that Qiaoqiao, drenched in sweat, rushed back with the basket:
“Where are the fish? Where are the fish?”
Song Tan laughed: It was hard not to be happy seeing Qiaoqiao first thing in the morning!
“They’re by the pond, hurry up and help Seventh Uncle.”
Without needing Song Tan’s instructions, Qiaoqiao couldn’t wait to drop the tree sprouts from the basket and squatted alongside by the pond as well.
Seventh Grandma arrived a step slower and, seeing the pathetic half-basket of tree sprouts, couldn’t help but laugh: “If we’re eating this for lunch, there won’t be enough for even one chopstick per person. Let’s make tree sprout and egg pancakes.”
Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao was already busy admiring the fish.
There was a large concrete pond made some years before that had been in disuse for many years. Seventh Uncle had just rinsed it out a bit, and now he was starting to fill it with water.
As water was being filled up on one end, on the other end, they were taking fish out from the fish traps:
Carp, grass carp, silver carp, and common carp.
River shrimp, loaches, eels, and small crabs.
Not to mention plenty of lumpfish and wheat ear fish…
As they fished them out, they were puzzled:
“I thought you put down a piece of meat, didn’t you? How did the grass carp come over too? Tantan, did you add bait?”
“No, I didn’t,” said Song Tan innocently. “Maybe these fish haven’t been disturbed for so many years, they’ve become dull-witted.”
Seventh Uncle, exerting strength in his hands, precisely gripped the gills of the lively Dahei, a fish that could smack a huge hole with its tail, and was utterly bewildered at this moment:
“Then, this fish’s brain has gotten really dumb.”
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But Qiaoqiao was already chattering excitedly, pointing at the fish in the trap:
“What kind of fish is this?”
“That’s a silver carp, see how its head is round and plump? We’ll stew it with hot and spicy seasonings for lunch, using this one.”
“What about this one, it’s so energetic?” he pointed at the one held by Seventh Uncle.
“That’s a snakehead fish, also known as black fish. It preys on other fish, very fierce, and strong. See the blotches on its body? Doesn’t it look ferocious?”
Seventh Uncle placed the fish in a bucket nearby: “We’ll grill this one for lunch.”
“But, there’s no water in the bucket…”
Qiaoqiao bent down to look.
“No worries,” Seventh Uncle taught him. “This kind of fish can live a long time without water; put one in the pond, and all the small fish become its food.”
Glancing meaningfully at Song Tan, it was obvious he knew about her great “achievement” of stocking the pond with fish without first cleaning it.
But Song Tan was rather philosophical about it:
“Whether the big fish eat the little fish or the little fish somehow manage to survive, in the end, they’re all going to be eaten by us. Either way, we don’t lose out.”
Besides, setting a few more fish traps in the coming days would eventually clear out all the catfish.
So, she appeared especially thick-skinned.
Seventh Uncle gave her a look and then turned back to continue teaching Qiaoqiao:
“Do you see this little fish? Isn’t it very small? Flat, with scales that are rainbow-colored under the sunlight? This one’s called lumpfish, and this slender one is called wheat-ear fish.”
“Both types of fish never grow very large, and they’re particularly gluttonous, darting toward wherever there’s food, dumb and simple-minded. Usually, they are the ones you catch while fishing, which can drive people mad.”
Qiaoqiao nodded, sharply summing up: “Drive-you-mad fish.”
Then, with the ingenuity of a child, she asked, “Are they tasty?”
Seventh Uncle smiled, “Tasty!”
Zhang Yanping, who was clueless, looked up: “Aren’t these small fish supposed to taste bitter? If they were really tasty, why would fishermen get so angry about them?”
Seventh Uncle snorted, “That’s because they’re lazy. If you don’t remove the gallbladder from the fish’s innards, how could it not be bitter?”
Zhang Yanping pulled a face: “Then just give it to the dogs. The fish isn’t even as big as my thumb, and I have to remove its gallbladder? Forget it.”
Seventh Uncle snorted again, “Lazy people, serve them right for missing out on the good stuff.”
He turned back to look at Qiaoqiao, feeling that although the child might be a bit dim-witted, he was pleasant in every aspect, so he couldn’t help rambling on:
“Don’t mind your Brother Yanping’s disdain for the fish; they just don’t know its value. Overseas, it’s called ‘Chinese Rainbow’; the Japanese Emperor even sent people to look for it.”
“Properly prepared, not only is it delicious to eat, but it’s also very beautiful in an aquarium. Moreover, it can replenish spiritual energy and strengthen the spleen. It can also detoxify. If you have a pimple that just won’t heal, eat this fish, and it will quickly bring out the toxin.”
“It’s a good thing!”
Qiaoqiao nodded attentively and quickly picked out the key words:
“Chinese Rainbow, Japanese Emperor, replenishes spiritual energy, strengthens the spleen, can detoxify and cure pimples. Must remove the gallbladder, delicious to eat!”
As Zhang Yanping listened, he couldn’t help but whisper to Song Tan:
“Your plan before was right. I think Qiaoqiao is really smart; it would be a waste not to teach him.”
Seventh Uncle had said so much, rambling on, and even adults would have difficulty instantly extracting the key points.
But he managed to do just that, which not only had to do with a child’s undistracted mind but also indicated Qiaoqiao’s thinking ability.
Song Tan was flipping through her address book, looking for someone to refer for the job, and also sighed:
“Finding a teacher is so hard.”
And how should she word this recruitment advertisement?
After pondering for a while, she simply sent out a message in her vegetable selling group:
[Looking for a teacher for little brother Qiaoqiao, male or female, credentials and experience are not necessary.
Must be patient and caring, with standard Mandarin, adaptable, and able to tailor teaching methods to the student.
Salary negotiable, includes room and board with internet access, teaching materials can be provided, home-cooked meals, fabulous taste.
Address: Lao Song’s family in Yunqiao Village, Yun City
Contact number: 156xxxxxxxx]
The group members, who all had dealings at the vegetable market, knew Qiaoqiao’s situation well. And since the aunties were particularly adept at spreading news, Song Tan thought—
Well, why not, right?
Moreover, she wasn’t demanding credentials or experience (although that would be better), but for Qiaoqiao’s current state, patience and caring were indeed more important than anything else.
