Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 180 - . Moving for Daxiong_1
Chapter 180: 180. Moving for Daxiong_1
Chapter 180: 180. Moving for Daxiong_1
Song Tan didn’t yet know that Zhang Yanping had delayed her from finding a seasoned teacher. At this moment, she was swinging a hoe in the Peach Forest, humming and huffing a long string of seedling pits.
The sight was putting a tremendous amount of pressure on the group of burly men working around her.
To tell the truth, planting watermelons wasn’t all that tiring, and the folks really weren’t slacking off. Someone would dig a hole, another followed by planting the seedling, and yet another would cover it with soil.
It was like an assembly line, very well coordinated.
But ever since Song Tan arrived, oh boy, the pace had become so brisk that they all seemed like they were just going through the motions just to get by.
After a while, nobody felt comfortable making much conversation and just kept their heads down and worked away.
Song Sancheng and Song Youde tolerated it for a while before they couldn’t hold back any longer:
“Tantan, stop digging and go home to help your uncle. You might get too tanned in this sun.”
It was just a joke; it was only a little past seven o’clock, and the sun had just risen! Besides, she wasn’t afraid of getting tanned.
“Dad, I just want to take advantage of the time to get these watermelon seedlings planted before it gets too hot,” she replied.
Planting watermelons in the Peach Forest was actually a bit inconvenient.
The peach trees were sprawling with branches in order to bear fruit, and the work required constantly bending over and ducking, quite exhausting. One had to be careful not to harm the peach trees with the hoe, requiring meticulous effort.
“It’s fine,” Song Sancheng pointed towards the watermelon seedlings they had moved over, “The seedling seller is reliable; look, each seedling still has soil underneath, all neatly placed in shoeboxes. The temperature isn’t high right now, so there’s no need to worry.”
Watermelons, ah, an easy crop.
In previous years when the family used to raise pigs, seeds would often sprout in the manure heap.
Song Tan wasn’t worried at all about the survival rate of the seedlings; she just wanted to lend a hand. But Song Sancheng quietly chided her:
“Look at you, all brawn and no brains, working so fast. Who can keep up with you? You come here to work, and it kills the mood for everyone else.”
This wasn’t the right atmosphere for work. They weren’t racing against the rain to harvest rice, after all.
Song Tan: …
If a capitalist heard her dad’s words, every single hair on their head would scream rejection.
But…
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Nowadays, the capitalist was his daughter.
Song Tan sighed and finally put down her hoe:
“Then I’ll go home and connect with some clients.”
What clients? She surely couldn’t go door to door peddling her goods. After pacing around the courtyard a couple of times, she couldn’t help but take down a box from the storage shed.
Upon opening it, there wasn’t a single carpenter bee inside, only the traces of their nesting, except…
“Qiaoqiao, why don’t you move a house for Big White? This box is too small, and I think it doesn’t even want to have children.”
She had checked; normally, a carpenter bee queen can have seventy to eighty offspring, but their chubby little one only had twenty before it stopped.
Not that she was counting on this gluttonous bunch to produce any honey for her, but what if it was about the environment restricting them? It wouldn’t be good to forcibly change their nature.
Qiaoqiao was still practicing catching loaches. Now, she blinked in confusion, “Then where should we move it to? Should I bring Big White back here to inform it first?”
Today’s dining spot for Big White was a wild peach tree by the pond. It blossomed beautifully every year and bore quail egg-sized green peaches, all of which spoiled before they could be eaten.
By contrast, the flowering in the Peach Forest up on the mountain was half a beat behind because the planting had started later.
Song Tan waved her hand, “I’ll go. I’ll find a wooden box later and place it not far from our bees. Daxiong has a good temper; he won’t fight with them.”
His temper was indeed good, no longer launching spines no matter how he was touched.
And if a fight really broke out, it was hard to say whether the damage from his weight would be greater or whether the damage from the opponent’s nimble flight would be worse.
Qiaoqiao hadn’t yet mastered beekeeping, but with Daxiong’s good temper, there surely wouldn’t be any issues, so he nodded obediently and listened to his sister.
His sister’s methods were even more brute.
Song Tan directly found an empty small wooden box in the room and quickly drilled several holes in it. This treatment, compared to the bees’ specialized hives, was far inferior.
It seemed that those who lived on free meals always had a lower standard of living.
Holding the box in one hand, she headed toward the pond. A loop of Spiritual Energy wrapped around her little finger, and after a while, a black and yellow fuzzy object tumbled down from the top of the Peach Forest, then unhesitatingly clung onto her little finger with its long legs.
Its small wings struggled to carry its plump body, which looked particularly hard, and its yellow and black furry back was covered in yellow pollen.
Upon closer inspection, even Daxiong’s legs were equipped with pollen baskets.
Not only Daxiong, but other bee bears also began to gather around slowly, although they seemed to be dumber and did not dare to approach directly.
Song Tan lifted the box, “Come on, your new home. Get in and sniff around,” as if she were training a dog.
Truth be told, she really only knew how to cajole dogs.
A trace of Spiritual Energy dissipated inside the box, and Daxiong’s wings flapped, as he charged straight into it.
Although he barely managed to hit the hole without losing face, as he flew into the box, Song Tan distinctly heard a “thump.”
She sighed.
Was Daxiong trying hard? Of course, he was!
He went out at dawn and didn’t return until dark, often working sixteen or seventeen hours a day. Yet, at the end of the year, he couldn’t save even a drop of honey, much like the modern-day office workers. It was quite pitiable.
Dozens of bee bears collided and buzzed into their new home, clearly very happy.
Song Tan carried the box to the back of the mountain where the beehives were not far from the bee bears’ new home.
This rudimentary form of breeding was probably only possible because she relied on Spiritual Energy.
“Stay well in your new home, don’t fight with the bees, you hear? They can earn money, and you can’t yet. You depend on them for sustenance.”
Thinking about it, she felt that the bees were indeed hardworking, so she gave a little Spiritual Energy to each beehive, which made the buzzing even louder.
The next moment, a series of caws came from the bushes, and Big White’s little yellow hat reappeared, his two bean-like eyes watching this area vigilantly.
Then came Big King, who also silently walked over.
Song Tan grabbed Big White’s neck and shook it, “You’re really astute.”
Then she put him down and gave him a little Spiritual Energy, “Remember, this beehive is ours too. Protect it well.”
As for Big King… she didn’t have to bend down to touch its head; soft and plump. Despite surviving on leftovers at home recently, its fur was sleek and glossy, and after patting it a couple of times, Song Tan felt almost reluctant to stop.
“Big King, don’t you get bored back here on the mountain? When you have nothing to do, consider switching posts with Dabao and the others,” she said.
At that, Big King made a grunting sound from his throat, raising his body slightly, his front paws resting on Song Tan’s shoulders, heavy and insistent, pressing his large head against her face.
“Wuuu wuuu wuuu…”
He didn’t want to switch posts; he could have special meals here every day!
