The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 90

The silver wolf pawed at the ground twice, but Chang'an didn’t understand what it meant.

Old Gu Six walked over and said, "Did you find the same kind of radish I dug up last time?"

"Awoo!" Chang’an, don’t you like them? Come on, this old wolf will take you to dig some.

"Daughter, I’m going into the mountains with the silver wolf."

"I’m coming too!" Chang'an quickly followed. Digging up ginseng—that was a privilege reserved for the heroines of fate. She wanted to experience it too.

Old Gu Six glanced at the sky, then remembered what had happened the last time he went into the mountains. The words urging her to stay home died in his throat.

They had been back for over ten days, and no one had come looking for them since. Maybe people thought they had left.

Still, they couldn’t let their guard down.

This time, the ginseng the silver wolf had found wasn’t too far—just beyond one mountain, nestled in a valley. It took them an hour and a half to get there.

Big White was still guarding the spot. When Old Gu Six got closer, he saw not one but four ginseng plants.

Chang'an crouched down, intending to scoop them all into her space along with the soil, but it didn’t work. She had to dig them out carefully.

This was a bit inhumane.

The two of them bent over, painstakingly digging while the four wolves watched, eager to help. Old Gu Six refused.

How could they let the wolves help? A few careless swipes of their claws, and the ginseng would be ruined.

Once they dug deeper, they saw two small ginseng plants hugging a larger one in the middle, with another big one to the left.

Was this a ginseng family of four?

Well, if that was the case, the family should stay together.

"The middle one has to be at least a hundred years old. The two smaller ones are probably thirty or forty years old, and the other big one is around eighty," Old Gu Six explained as he dug.

"Dad, how old was the one you brought back last time?"

"About sixty years."

They worked until the moon hung high in the sky before finishing. Chang'an planted the ginseng family in the front yard of her villa. Since they weren’t needed yet, she might as well let them grow.

Returning home under the cover of night, Old Gu Six busied himself preparing the wolves’ prey while Chang'an cooked dinner.

She wanted to make rib soup. Holding a corn cob, she suddenly realized she hadn’t planted any.

This tender corn couldn’t be used for seeds, so she silently called out to the "grandpa" again, only to confirm she was being ignored.

Using the pressure cooker in her space, the soup was ready quickly. She also made a big pot of stew.

To prepare for possible spring floods, the father and daughter started digging irrigation channels. They had already widened the riverbed extending from the small waterfall once, but now they needed to deepen and expand it further. They also had to dig drainage ditches around the house—a massive project.

Every day, they rose before dawn and worked until dark, truly living the life of "early to rise, late to rest."

Both of them paused in contemplation—this wasn’t the reclusive life they had imagined, nor the retirement they wanted.

After two exhausting months, autumn harvest began.

Threshing an entire acre of wheat by hand was a bit too much for Old Gu Six.

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Chang'an tried recalling the rice threshers from her past life, but she had only seen them online—her family hadn’t farmed. Besides, those machines were too advanced for this era.

She had seen old-fashioned threshers, but she didn’t understand how they worked.

Asking a humanities student to do an engineer’s job was a bit unfair. Maybe it was better to just let Old Gu Six suffer through it.

After the wheat came the sweet potatoes—half an acre yielded about 1,200 pounds.

The potatoes had been harvested earlier. Since they could be planted three times a year, they were more cost-effective than sweet potatoes.

Once all the crops were in, they plowed the fields again to plant winter wheat.

Chang'an finally understood the hardships of farmers. Just this little bit of land had worn them out—she shuddered to think how those farming dozens of acres in her past life had managed before modern machinery.

With the fieldwork done, they gathered firewood for winter.

Chang'an realized the backyard of her space was perfect for storing wood, so whenever they went into the mountains to chop, they split the logs on the spot and loaded them into the space.

They carried some outside too, hauling two trees back each trip.

After half a month of labor, they had enough firewood for winter.

And with firewood came the need for meat reserves. Last winter, the wolves had provided for them, but they couldn’t rely on them every year—especially now that Little White was pregnant, and the silver wolf had to care for his mate.

So, father and daughter packed provisions and headed deep into the mountains with Big White and his mate.

The wilderness was abundant—not just with game, but also wild edibles.

They found two wild chestnut trees and spent two days cracking open the spiky shells. Then they dug up one sapling to plant in the space.

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After picking the persimmons, Chang'an uprooted the tree and tossed it into her space too.

At first, they hunted small game, but their expedition took them over a high mountain into an endless grassland teeming with wild oxen, sheep, and deer.

"Dad, let’s grab an ox for plowing," Chang'an suggested.

Old Gu Six nodded. "Let’s take a few. Beef tastes good too."

They were like mice in a rice bin—even Big White and his mate had a gleam in their eyes.

The wild animals scattered in panic as the group gave chase.

Old Gu Six killed three wild oxen and tied up another to tame and bring home.

The two humans and two wolves spent four or five days on the grassland before returning with their ox in tow. The extra burden slowed their journey.

The weather grew colder, but thankfully they had brought padded coats.

Seeing some wild fruit trees with rotting fruit reminded Chang'an of their own orchard.

The transplanted trees hadn’t bloomed or borne fruit yet. Would they next year?

On the way back, they spotted an owl perched on a branch, one eye open, the other closed.

Old Gu Six, curious, approached to see if he could get both eyes open.

Chang'an thought, In my past life, only someone from the mental hospital would do something like this.

The owl cursed under its breath and flew off.

"Dad, what was that about?"

"Nothing. Just wondered if it’d look different with both eyes open." He rubbed his nose and casually tugged the ox forward.

Chang'an sighed—sometimes, her old man was truly ridiculous.

Six days later, they finally left the deep mountains. Instead of resting, they pushed on—home was just two hours away. No need to camp again.

But as they descended, they spotted seven or eight people loitering by the vegetable garden’s fence, peering toward the house.

In the dim moonlight, their faces were unclear, but their silhouettes were distinct—an old woman, two young men, a boy, two women, and two children.

Old Gu Six stepped forward, his expression dark. "Who are you? Where are you from? What do you want?"