Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1155 - 1131. Plant trees on the mountain

[If you’re going to say that, then I must have the Little Red Flower!]

[Ha! Teacher Qiaoqiao, just tell us today’s homework! Watch me beat those with fast internet!]

[Why do I have to do homework while watching the live stream... Senior year dogs are really squeezing time to secretly cry and watch...]

[??? In your senior year, you’re still fighting us for opportunities. You’re at your peak, it’s too overwhelming for us!]

[Exactly! Little munchkin, go study! When you’re tired of physics, study English...]

The struggling foodies shouldered the heavy Little Red Flower mission early in the cold winter morning, while on the mountain, Song Sancheng stopped the pickup and pointed to the barren hills on either side:

"This area is where our Baoshitoup Slope connects with the originally contracted mountain. It’s private, and taking it on was a loss. If it weren’t for being right in the middle, I wouldn’t want it."

He spoke sincerely, and indeed that’s what he truly felt inside, pointing at the bare branches in the cold winter:

"On the mountain, there are mahogany trees and pine trees. Let’s take a few mahogany trees back for firewood. We can arrange something else in the space left behind."

As for what to arrange, that would be decided by Song Tan; he didn’t really have much say in it.

However, the lads were handy with other tasks, in this rural "tree cutting"...

"Uncle, how to cut it?"

This was actually quite simple work.

Song Sancheng directly instructed:

"Who can climb trees? Climb high and wrap this hemp rope around the tree."

"Then, later, wrap the other end of the rope around several trees nearby to prevent the tree from falling in the wrong direction and hurting someone."

Once the key point is explained, there’s naturally less to worry about.

The group moved deftly, no need for verbal division of labor, there was a shared understanding.

Xiaoyang touched the rough bark of the mahogany tree, climbed up swiftly, and Xiaosun tossed the rope, which he caught with his arm, and steadily began to wrap it around the tree.

This smooth action made Song Sancheng marvel:

"You youngsters have quite the knack for working now!"

In contrast, the youngsters in the village are not as nimble with work nowadays.

Perhaps because his daughter just got a boyfriend, he couldn’t help but gossip about the past.

"Men who can work are great, being quick-handed is a good thing. If I wasn’t quick with work, back then, when I went to your aunt’s house, Tantan’s grandpa might not have taken a liking to me!"

Thinking about it made him sigh: because although Xiaolun is good-looking, can earn money, and has a nice temperament...yet he can’t chop wood, cut trees, work...

Considering that yesterday at the pig feast, they also busily carried and lifted, the old father had to keep his remaining thoughts to himself.

While they were chatting, the lads were studying the chainsaw and aimed it at a tree.

Amidst the "buzz buzz buzz" of sawing, wet large wood chips flew everywhere, prompting Xiaowang, who was using the chainsaw, to curiously ask:

"Uncle, once we chop this and leave it on the mountain, would someone secretly take it away?"

"How could that be?" Song Sancheng naturally replied:

"Afterwards, trim the branches, then we’ll use the pickup to take it home."

Ah?

The lads were a bit surprised: "Are we putting it directly outside our yard to dry?"

Otherwise, how would this wet wood burn?

Song Sancheng laughed heartily: "Your hometown doesn’t light stoves in winter, right? Or perhaps it’s been ages since you burned this type?"

"For quick fires, dry wood burns fast."

"But when we take it home, we’ll chop wood and stack it, usually taking a few days to burn these."

"Moreover, we just need warm smoke from the stove to go through the pipes and warm the house. Once the fire is lit, this semi-wet woodburn can last a couple of hours, that’s what makes it durable."

While speaking, accompanied by everyone’s pulling, the smooth mahogany tree gradually fell.

Song Sancheng used the chainsaw to slowly dismantle the branches, while the lads climbed the trees again with harmony, tying down another:

"Uncle, how many do we need today?"

"Not many!" Song Sancheng looked around: "This one is durable, it’ll last until March for cooking and heating. Three trees will do. The heater in the backyard can burn coal."

The few of them were working together, which was not yet a strenuous effort, everyone’s spirits were high. Looking forward to breakfast, they were even more energized.

Meanwhile, in the yard, Qiaoqiao was teaching the kids tirelessly. The soaked rice was lifted out of the bucket, and they began to push the stone mill again.

"This is to first teach you how to make rice skins, later we’ll use dry rice powder to make rice noodles..."

He spoke hesitantly, glancing at Xin Jun. Then he said:

"Teacher Xin, teaching two things at once, will the kids be unable to learn?"

Xin Jun laughed, offering advice beside him: "How about this—when submitting homework, rice skins or rice noodles can be chosen. The corresponding rewards can also be chosen."

"For those who want rice noodles, we’ll send a portion along with the necessary seasonings through cold delivery."

"And rice skins as well—just depends on what everyone prefers."

Qiaoqiao thought about it, then happily said:

"Yeah! I’ve been teaching for so long with no results, surely the kids aren’t very bright. But it’s okay, you always say practice makes up for inadequacy, the kids can just learn one thing!"

Barrage:...

[Kids’ reputation harmed]

[Alright, alright! No results Song Qiaoqiao, not very clever kids... it’s all my fault, right?]

[These external matters needn’t concern me. I just want to know if submitting both assignments means choosing two prizes?]

[You’re bold! Trying to compete in homework?]

[Ahahaha, not competing, I can already do it.]

[Teacher! Someone’s cheating here!!!]

[Open-book test, what’s cheating? Let me browse tutorials and revisit...]

[Wait, wait a moment! What to do if a young renter doesn’t have a kitchen, no pot, and no millstone?!]

[Darn! Think a stone mill can block a poor student’s path? See me whip out a high-speed blender!]

[Hey, you’re a poor student, how can you afford a high-speed blender]

[Can’t you buy a cheap one? There are ones for around a hundred bucks!]

[I’d be willing to spend a hundred on a portion of rice skin...]

[Promotions should happen here...]

At this moment, behind-the-scenes operators showing data to the leader, Ding Ning regretfully said:

"What a shame, if this were one of our streamers, we could have immediately arranged a soft promotion for the blender..."

The commission from those appliance promotions was quite generous.

Especially with the dense barrage, clearly the audience is enthusiastic, and purchase activity remains strong as ever.

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