Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 61: 61. Happy to have a new long-term worker_1

Song Tan chuckled.

She remembered promising Qiaoqiao she would show him Ultraman, but they had all been so busy lately that this silly boy had completely forgotten about Ultraman after getting a few toys. He hadn’t even watched it yet!

Peppa had ultimately managed to retain its status.

Just then, her aunt asked in a coy manner:

“Tantan, look at your Brother Yanping’s physique and frame. Why don’t you take him back with you to work on the farm?”

“We don’t care about anything else. Just let him stay in the mountains and work hard.”

“If he doesn’t behave, don’t feed him.”

“Let him realize just how hard making money really is!”

The saying goes that sparing the rod spoils the child, and now the whole wholesale market knew her son was no good. For the past couple of years, there hadn’t even been anyone willing to set him up on a date, which made Song Tan’s aunt both anxious and irritable.

She had heard that her sister’s family was farming—farm work is great, it’s tough and it tempers people. The scorching sun is the perfect place for her son!

Zhang Yanping, who was familiar with the process of rummaging through boxes for fruit, immediately panicked: “Mom!”

Song Tan had the same thought—after all, Zhang Yanping was a tall guy over six feet, hefty and strong. Wouldn’t it be a waste if he didn’t wield a hoe or shovel?

Even if he couldn’t adapt at first, over the long term, he could become a good labor force!

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The two struck a deal immediately!

Song Tan readily promised, “Auntie, when have I ever let you down? Don’t worry, Brother Yanping will definitely not starve when he comes back with me.”

“But the work in the fields is pretty tough, too. Don’t feel bad when he gets tanned.”

But even her uncle agreed this time, “I won’t feel bad at all. I’d be relieved just to see him go out.”

“Besides, who hasn’t done farm work before? Muscle is just a tool that comes back once it’s used up. He’s so tall, but all he does at home is eat, drink and play video games. It’s better for him to get some exercise!”

Zhang Yanping was desperate and turned to bolt upstairs: “I’m not going—hey, hey, hey!”

But Song Tan had grabbed hold of his collar and now laughed, “It’s almost noon, auntie. I’ll take Brother Yanping back first. We’ll have lunch, let him get acclimated in the afternoon, and he can start work tomorrow!”

“I’ll send you a video to show you then!”

“Good, good, good!”

They finally offloaded their hot potato of a son, and though Song Tan was smaller in stature, Yanping, once she grabbed hold of his collar, couldn’t move a muscle!

The couple was all smiles, as if they could already see their son being transformed into a resilient good man with a strong work ethic.

Her uncle quickly dove back into the warehouse, and when Song Tan was dragging a resistant Yanping to the car, the back of the vehicle was already piled with several more boxes of fruit—all of them expensive.

Song Tan locked the back door of the car and looked at Yanping’s plaintive face, her words especially taunting, “Brother Yanping, look at you, working for our family for free, and my aunt still has to give us fruit.”

But Yanping calmed down in an instant, the aggrieved expression gone. A smile broke across his plump white face, making his dark circles seem endearing.

He smoothly pulled out his phone, charger, and earbuds from his pocket.

“My mom’s always been like this; I’ve been prepared for it.”

“Little girl, I’m your brother. Even if I don’t work, you think auntie’s going to eat me up?”

He had just finished when Qiaoqiao, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around excitedly to look at him, “Brother, I’ll take you to dig in the vegetable garden, yeah!”

Zhang Yanping: …

Song Tan just smiled without saying a word—once in the village, whether he would work or not was no longer up to him.

…

Zhang Yanping indeed lived up to his reputation as the man who even baffled his aunt.

Once he got into the car, he started playing video games, his fingers moving so swiftly they almost created afterimages. Qiaoqiao, sitting in the front passenger seat, nearly broke his neck from craning so much, his curiosity stretched to the max.

Song Tan glanced at him: “With such agile hands, not picking tea is just a waste!”

However, that job is the easiest in which to slack off, so… for a big man, it’s still got to be good, solid physical labor!

Qiaoqiao’s vegetable garden had found a new companion.

But the gaming session lasted only for an hour, after which the vehicle turned towards the mountain roads, and the pickup truck’s shock absorption features could be said to be nearly non-existent.

With the road winding eighteen bends, rocking left and right, bouncing and jolting, even the gods would find it hard to snatch victory in this battle.

Zhang Yanping, staring at the screen until he was dizzy, finally could only resign himself to his fate:

“Tantan, why on earth did you decide to go back home and start farming?”

Song Tan also asked him, “Brother Yanping, why did you decide to stay at home and be scorned by your aunt?” After all, he was a university graduate from a 211 university!

Zhang Yanping replied nonchalantly: “What do you know? In life, one should enjoy what can be enjoyed. I have no worries about food or drink and am perfectly comfortable at home. Why would I want to be a suffering wage labourer?”

“My mom just doesn’t see it; with or without money, as long as we live comfortably, that’s all that matters.”

“She and my dad are all about getting me to take the civil service exams — it’s like crossing a single-log bridge with thousands of troops these days! Without connections, you can’t even get on it. And even if you do get in, with our small family’s status, I’d either be sent to the county to help with poverty alleviation or to the villages for work…”

He exuded the aura of a salted fish: “Anyway, I won’t do it.”

Truth be told, who doesn’t have the desire for a life of pleasure?

Song Tan nodded in understanding, now fully aware of her cousin’s attitude.

However, as soon as she returned home, she saw Wu Lan with a frosty expression, while her dear dad, Song Sancheng, sat there soaking seeds, not daring to raise his eyebrows.

The grandmother was supervising a few tea pickers with the weighing, the tender green shoots in the baskets piled layer upon layer, a sight so delightful one could hardly contain themselves!

A few tea-picking aunties from the village commented with a smile: “Your family’s tea plants are growing so well this year. On that small piece of land, we pickers can’t even keep up with the growth.”

“That’s right!”

Wu Lan shouted loudly, “We’ve been taking great care of that tea plantation!”

As if, they had only fertilized it once half a month ago. Anyway, the yield of that field this year was anyone’s guess, quite mysterious really.

Seeing everyone chuckle and walk away, but the atmosphere at home still hadn’t softened.

Song Sancheng was still too afraid to speak, sitting there and soaking each seed meticulously, anyone unfamiliar would think it was ginseng fruit.

Song Tan didn’t rush to inquire, but instead called out loudly, “Mom, I’ve brought Brother Yanping! Auntie said she wanted him to work for our family.”

Wu Lan quickly came out, and upon seeing the robust young man, she couldn’t help but laugh: “Yanping is here — Ah, don’t mind your mom, can I really put you to work when you’re here at my place? We will have food soon.”

After a moment’s thought, she added somewhat embarrassedly:

“But Yanping, you see, I didn’t get notice from Tantan, I didn’t prepare any dishes — Would it be alright to have some dumplings for lunch?”

Zhang Yanping could be picky with food, but he wasn’t unreasonable, so he nodded without hesitation.

“Sure, I’m not fussy about food.”

It was then that Song Tan seized the opportunity to ask, “Mom, what did dad do?”