Her Cultivation Diary

Master Qian had a million things he wanted to complain about, but Boss Chang's smile was too bright, so he suddenly asked after looking him up and down:

"Does Song Tan have honey now?"

Wow, when he went there, that Song guy was still so stingy, wouldn't say this, wouldn't share that. And now?

Isn't it all because he fell for Boss Chang's gullible and wealthy nature?

He immediately felt proud.

"Of course there's some!" Boss Chang couldn't hold it in any longer, grinning foolishly as he extended his index finger: "A thousand pounds! A whole thousand pounds!"

Oh my gosh! It was agreed that honey would be supplied gradually from April to May, but it didn't stop him from being happy in March. In no time, he had come up with seven or eight plans for how to make desserts and set prices.

Master Qian, being the chef that he was, furrowed his brow slightly in thought:

"To use honey in desserts and truly highlight the flavor of the honey, the types of desserts you can make are actually limited."

"If you want to make more money, or have a steady income, how about we brew some honey wine?"

"Song Tan's family planted lemons this year, and later you can make lemon and honey water. For the wine, two pounds of honey plus other ingredients would make five pounds of wine, it's worth it."

Boss Chang's eyes were sparkling!

No wonder they say having an elder at home is like having a treasure! Master Qian is indeed Master Qian, he sees much further than Boss Chang!

After all, selling lemon water at a high price would get scolded, but honey wine wouldn't.

He rubbed his hands in anticipation, already excited about the prospect.

...

Early the next morning, when the buzzing sound of a three-wheeled vehicle came from the door, a van stopped right behind it.

Song Sancheng wandered around early, seeing the wild grass and water grass growing by the pond, and simply put on water shoes and took a sickle to cut them all down.

Just then, he returned and encountered the delivery!

He immediately noticed the blue boat tied to the back of the tricycle and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"Wow, it even has oars!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it has everything!" The boss beamed at him:

"You're Boss Song, right? I could have delivered it yesterday afternoon, but your daughter said she'd go fishing by the river and asked for an engine to be installed quickly, so there was a bit of a delay... So, where should I put the boat? Want to go try it out together?"

Saying this, he pulled out two orange life vests from the storage space under the tricycle: "Since we're dealing with each other for the first time, I'll throw in two life vests for free—I'll teach you once we get to the river."

Song Sancheng was overjoyed and didn't even think the boat was ugly anymore. Instead, he felt the boss was very considerate, so he didn't pay attention to the strangers getting out of the van beside him, and rode his motorcycle to lead the way back home.

The tricycle wobbled along the road with the blue boat, its silhouette looking cheerful.

Wu Lan watched his back and was speechless: "…Always so eager and abrupt."

What's the use of being so proactive now? Won't he have to come back for the fishing rod once he gets used to it?

Looking at the seven people getting out of the van at the entrance, she couldn't help but smile:

"Here for the night shift, right? Wait a moment, I'll go call Qiaoqiao—Qiaoqiao! Your students are here!"

Just as she finished speaking, Qiaoqiao rushed down like a gust of wind: "I'm here, I'm here! I'll take the little ones to the dorm in the mountains! I know the procedure like the back of my hand!"

The loud exchange between the mother and son also slightly relieved the spirits of the few young people who had just gotten off the van.

By this time, Qiaoqiao was already standing in front of them, beaming: "Okay! All the little ones are here! I'll take you to move into the dormitory!"

Zhang Yanping watched the young people from upstairs, clicking his tongue and shaking his head:

"Good thing I was smart enough to lay low and absolutely refuse to work outside... Look at how worn out these people are!"

The people who came were those whose resumes he had screened. Originally, including Nian Xu, there were ten people, but two changed their minds at the last minute. Considering how fiercely Nian Xu worked, he didn't bother to find replacements temporarily.

The seven who arrived, the oldest was 35, a bald, single man who had a stomach surgery six months ago.

That figure, let's not say swaying in the wind like a reed, was just slightly better than Nian Xu's.

The youngest was only 23, just starting in the workplace and already running into a sleazy boss, who, after a fierce fight, was sent to detention. The company was so understanding and supportive, the new boss even specially approved a three-month paid leave for her...

But, the young girl had big round eyes, with red veins all over, her cheeks and skin loose, visibly thinner and more haggard.

In short, before sending in their resumes, everyone communicated through the backend, and many of them had used Qiaoqiao as a sounding board to vent their feelings—sometimes, his silly demeanor made people trust him.

After all, when people are on the verge of breaking, they need a place to vent.

Zhang Yanping never bothered with these things. It was only when they talked about their job applications that he occasionally glanced at the previous messages lying there...

In short, each of the few who came had their difficulties and might not be able to work long-term, but since they signed a contract beforehand not to disclose the address privately, and with two weeks' notice required for quitting, Zhang Yanping wasn't worried about anyone leaving suddenly.

For those wanting to recuperate, getting food and lodging while earning some basic expenses was a lot more comfortable than squeezing with crowds on a tourist trip, wasn't it?

For those wanting to earn money, with the tea harvesting season around the corner and the fields getting busier, those willing to work hard wouldn't have to worry about not making money, right?

He thought about this, once again running his hand through his thick hair, and lamented to Xin Jun beside him: "Actually, if you wanted to be a teacher and pushed to get a teaching certificate, even our township teachers, after basic salaries and various remote area allowances, make four to five thousand a month!"

"But you're the smart one, coming here directly to teach Qiaoqiao!"

"So, isn't the workplace pressure non-existent?"

But Xin Jun recalled his initial mindset when he came to the countryside to be a tutor—

Truth be told, he was planning to look for other opportunities while in this role!

Meanwhile, Wu Lan had already informed Chen Yuan, and now, looking at the cheerfully greeting Qiaoqiao, she finally said: "Wait a bit, the mountain is a bit far, and a car will be coming to pick you up later."

The youngest girl glanced spiritedly around, once at the villa, then at the bamboo forest, suddenly shrugged her shoulders and took a deep breath, then let out a long sigh:

"I don't know why, but coming here makes me feel relaxed."

She smiled, her expression slightly apprehensive:

"I've never done farm work before, I wonder if I can handle it..."

"No worries!" Wu Lan patted her chest, guaranteeing: "We're not asking you to take care of the vegetable garden, it's not difficult at all. Start slow, we have enough people, no rush."

After speaking, she looked at the girl's slender fingers like green onions, and added: "We work at night so there's no fear of getting tanned, and we can wear gloves while working!"

With these words, for some reason, everyone smiled slightly.