Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1122 - 1098. Help!

Once those words were spoken, the yard fell silent.

Wu Lan and Song Sancheng looked at them, while Lun Jing’s face turned rosy red, utterly embarrassed—

Help! Help! Help!

Ultimately, the one who saved her was her own son, Lun Chuan, who, with a calm face, downplayed the situation:

"Qiaoqiao, when people reach a certain age, they love to worry about the kids’ relationships. Your Auntie Lu is just at that age!"

Song Tan also murmured an "hmm": "Dating gets in the way of making money. I’m farming. Where’s the time for that?"

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

Qiaoqiao nodded in a way that seemed half-understanding.

After a while, he turned his head again and solemnly said, "Sister, if I don’t farm, I can sell Ultramans to support you—just like that sister Ding Ning said, she said I have great potential, that selling things can earn a lot."

"Then I’ll sell Ultramans!"

Song Tan: ...

...

After all the fuss with taking photos, it was already 3:00 in the afternoon when everything wrapped up.

Since the netizens had to leave by 4:00, and the ones from Ning City also had to hurry on their way, Qiaoqiao had no choice but to quickly dive into the greenhouse with the box in his hands.

Meanwhile, the first one the Lao Song’s family saw off was Cong Yun.

Knowing their high status and that they probably weren’t just simple buyers, even though Song Tan wasn’t involved during the photo-taking, he still warmly brought over two baskets when they were leaving.

They were two old baskets, looking quite ordinary, the kind found in every household in the village, but at this moment packed to the brim.

Technically speaking, they shouldn’t accept anything from the people, but—who could refuse a whole basket of vegetables? Secretary Wang couldn’t keep his mouth shut with a smile, even pulling out his phone:

"Oh, this is too much. Let me transfer you some money."

"No, don’t worry about it."

Song Tan, having taken ninety-nine steps, didn’t mind losing this one: "It’s not for sale; these are just homegrown in the greenhouse for eating, not much in there, just some radishes and cabbage at the bottom, and the top for you to have a taste."

Her words were earnest, and Secretary Wang hurriedly took over the basket, his arm instantly feeling the weight.

Upon closer inspection, he saw three or five fresh little cucumbers at the very top of the basket, next to a plastic box of cherry tomatoes, with the red hue visible through the box.

There were also two gift boxes, which he heard them mention during the meal, presumably strawberries. And on the edge, a small watermelon weighing about three to five pounds—seeing a watermelon in the dead of winter felt both refreshing and appetizing, leaving Secretary Wang at a loss for words.

Looking further down, it was true Song Tan wasn’t being modest, as neatly cleaned radishes and cabbage stacked over half of each basket:

"These are grown by the villagers, not as good as homemade, but far better than what’s on the market. Try them out when you get back. If you like them, spread the word, so more people will grow them in our village next year."

Hearing this, Cong Yun first laughed, then gracefully took the basket: "Alright! I’ll give it a try! This is the first rich leading the later rich; soon our whole village will be a famous eco-garden. Amazing!"

Song Tan thought to herself that the tone sounded more like a leader than their city leader, definitely worth gifting this stuff!

So she laughed too, leading to a harmonious vibe.

Once Cong Yun left, the city leader, along with the secretary, stood by the roadside, looking forward and appearing somewhat relaxed for some reason.

And their approachable demeanor subtly changed, now revealing a calm demeanor:

"It’s already this late, and today I’ve really made you all tired. I should head back first, still some work back in the city..."

"What are you talking about!" Song Tan quickly said, carrying more baskets:

"It’s end of the year and so busy, but our leader came in person; I was afraid there were too many people at noon and we didn’t host properly."

"Come, come, leader, today everyone must have some, don’t be polite!"

Saying this, she directly stuffed two baskets into the trunk, eyeing the secretary—noting he wasn’t as quick-handed as the earlier Wang guy.

These routine formalities made the smile on the leader’s face even wider, who now thoughtfully left his phone number: "Seeing the village develop well, I just love this lively atmosphere. If anything comes up, feel free to contact me..."

While speaking, he glanced into the house, noticing the elderly hadn’t come out again, feeling wistful and conflicted, yet finally waved and got into the car.

...

Once they saw those people off, Song Tan took a deep breath—

"Honestly, saying all these formalities, it’d be more useful if they helped me till the land with a hoe."

After taking another stroll to the kitchen, she noticed something was missing—

"Hey? Where are our plastic buckets?"

Today’s been tiring for Seventh Uncle, and after the leader left he sat down on a stool to bask in the sun, not even lifting his eyelids at her words:

"Those Ning City folks gathered a bunch of vegetable leaves saying they were going to see the dog."

As he spoke, he suddenly sat up straight: "Hey, they seem to want to take a picture with Da Wang. Didn’t you say at home that there’d be a charge for that?"

Song Tan laughed: "Charge for what? Our Da Wang’s value of ten bucks a shot isn’t enough. Besides, without someone leading them, could they even get close to Da Wang?"

That’s true.

However, Zhang Yanping joined in: "I’ve been thinking all day, what if Da Wang’s original owner came, seeing how well we’ve raised him, wanting to take him back, what would we say? Why didn’t you invite them today?"

Speaking of which, Song Tan was also helpless: "I did invite them, but they wouldn’t come."

The reasons for not coming were simple; first, the entrepreneurship hadn’t succeeded, so they still couldn’t afford to raise Da Wang.

Second, they had started raising a new puppy.

Nowadays, even if you sent a video, they might not even reply promptly, which Song Tan understood well.

But it’s no big deal, at least when they first raised Da Wang, they really put their hearts into it, and they put effort into finding it a new owner.

With Da Wang’s appetite and financial considerations, sometimes you really have to look at the reality of the situation.

"Don’t mention it." She advised: "Da Wang is smart, he’ll understand if you mention it."

Zhang Yanping sighed: "My dear Da Wang... Should I find Dog Brother to inquire about finding a companion for Da Wang?"

Song Tan widened her eyes: "What are you thinking? Da Wang eats more than our family’s pigs! Raising another one would require guarding the ginseng?"

Zhang Yanping also got anxious: "Look at you, every time I mention something, you worry Da Wang won’t be happy, yet you also complain about how much he eats? Tsk!"

But the truth is, that’s how it is.

Da Wang truly has quite an appetite!

Just then, Lun Chuan also walked over: "I heard you talking about Da Wang—could you take me to see him?"

Such a large dog is really rare, and it’s so well-tempered. Observing it more would be helpful in using it for writing novel’s mythical beasts.

Song Tan nodded, seeing Qin Yun and He Kuang tagging along, then she simply poured out all the chestnuts from the plate:

"Take these, and he’ll keep you company all day long."

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