Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1200 - 1174. So quiet

Xin Jun worried himself sick for his brothers, and Seventh Uncle also worried himself sick for this group of foodies.

The food-grade plastic sealable bags that Song Tan bought were taken out. From fermented beans to watermelon sauce to pickled vegetables, everything was sealed in portions, focusing on convenience.

Some remaining lightweight dry goods were also taken out, organized one by one. Those worth sending were packed separately and boxed. Those not worth mailing had to be stuffed back into the boxes.

When everyone was about to set off, Song Sancheng pointed to the bags of rice stalks in the warehouse and asked, "Are we sending these? They’re delicious."

Wouldn’t everyone know this?

But now, with huge suitcases in hand, backpacks bulging, and personalized courier boxes in the yard...

Song Tan spoke up: "Why not just forget it? The items are too big, and shipping is by volume, it’s not worth it."

"No, no, no!"

Yan Ran was the first to speak: "I’ll carry it! Whether waiting for the bus or on the high-speed train, I’ll hold it and eat it. By the time I get home, it won’t be big anymore; it can work!"

Song Tan: ...

"Not necessary..." She tried to persuade again: It’s a really big package. Even if we’re not in a rush, the gate opening and boarding times are fixed. What if we miss the ticket because of this...

"No, no, no! I’m not afraid!" Yan Ran held onto the rice stalks, full of ambition: "I’m taking every delicious thing I can so my parents can see firsthand the good life I’m living!"

"That way, they won’t keep pushing me to go back."

Hehe, when the homestay opens next year, maybe they’ll even want this insider connection to reserve a spot through me!

Her little calculations clattered in her mind, but it hit everyone’s hearts just right. So, one by one, they all stepped forward and scooped up their share of rice stalks.

Even Song Sancheng couldn’t help but sigh at the sight: "That’s really a lot..."

But in the end, these things were put into Song Tan’s Little Pika.

There were so many people that one car couldn’t fit them all, so Song Sancheng’s car finally came in handy.

Strapping in his seatbelt with satisfaction, he glanced at the dust on the window outside and couldn’t help but sigh:

"This car needs a wash."

Sitting inside the car, Master Jiang was slightly taken aback.

Looking at the car window again, wasn’t it clean? There was barely any visible dust at all.

After all, it was a new car, and Song Sancheng took care of it diligently every day. His care wasn’t any less than when he first owned that 28-inch bicycle.

When everyone was in the car, Song Sancheng did not forget to shout:

"Tantan, get me one of those car wash coupons; I want to wash the car!"

Song Tan couldn’t help but feel speechless.

Her dad had only bought the car a few days ago! Last time he wiped it himself with a bucket, and now he even knew about car wash coupons...

So she laughed: "Dad, if you wash it so frequently, aren’t you afraid the paint will come off?"

Huh?

Now, it was Song Sancheng’s turn to feel a little anxious.

...

Once they left, Zhang Yanping also set off nervously towards Doctor Xiaoguo’s clinic.

Seventh Uncle was in the kitchen, observing the spicy oil made yesterday. It was made with plenty of ingredients and smelled intoxicatingly fragrant. But because it hadn’t rested long enough, he didn’t dare stir it.

The large courtyard suddenly quieted down, and Qiaoqiao stood in place, looking around blankly, finally mumbling: "It’s so quiet."

Indeed, it was too quiet. Wu Lan wasn’t quite used to it either. She called out to Qiaoqiao:

"Come on, let’s go and check the canteen up the hill."

Zhang Wang’s family was now watching over the cattle and sheep over on the pasture, and the canteen up the hill, connected to the empty factory, actually needed someone to oversee it.

But in the village, there were hardly any reliable relatives willing to take on the task, making it quite a dilemma.

Wu Lan silently noted this matter, determined to discuss it properly with Song Tan when she returned.

Riding on Daduo, Qiaoqiao took her up the hill. The car wobbled along; the once lush green vegetables on the hillside were nowhere to be seen.

Afraid of getting frozen, the cabbage that Wu Lan’s family ate had already gone into the cellar, and the radishes were buried in the sandpile.

Only those supplied daily to Boss Chang’s place were surrounded by straw, struggling to grow before the heavy snow.

And nowadays, with more and more vehicles on the road, the chances of traffic jams on the highway increased as well. Lao Song’s family’s garden, initially planning to close on the twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month, eventually went on holiday before Xiao Nian.

If not for this, even Master Jiang couldn’t have gone home before Xiao Nian.

"Woof!"

In the distance, Dabao’s hearty voice came through.

Seeing familiar people approaching, it joyfully galloped from the empty hillside, only to hit the brakes quickly in front of Wu Lan, tail wagging wildly, rubbing and snuggling.

"Oh dear! Oh dear!"

Wu Lan could honestly say she never used to like dogs as much, but with all these darlings at home, needing to stew meat and bones daily... maybe, after feeding them for so long, the affection naturally grew. Seeing Dabao now, she couldn’t help but pet and coo:

"Alright, alright, good darling. It’s getting cold, don’t stay up on the hill — there are only some trees left and no one’s stealing them. Let’s stay by the factory!"

"You just need to keep watch with the younger ones. This area is warm; no worries if you go out for a walk..."

Thinking of this, only Da Wang stood diligently at the backhill with the last two pigs.

Oh dear, she couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

But Da Wang was so big, and with so many people returning home for the New Year, Wu Lan feared it might frighten people or spark some bad intentions.

The empty factory in front swayed her thoughts, prompting her to ask Qiaoqiao:

"What do you usually say to Da Wang? If it’s possible, let him come up to play on the hill. Swap shifts with the darlings."

"Okay," Qiaoqiao readily agreed: "I’ve been wanting Da Wang to come out and play, but he doesn’t like it. Moreover, last time it snowed, I really wanted Da Wang to pull a sled for me, but Dad didn’t make me a cart..."

Wu Lan thought to herself that her dad had just got a new car then; his mind was full of it, not thinking about making any carts?

But it’s okay—

"Now that Xiao Nian’s coming, there’s not much to do at home. Let him make you one, and you can let Da Wang pull it for you. Mom will film a video for you!"

Qiaoqiao puffed out his chest: "I want Dabao and the others to be my cavalry beside me!"

Wu Lan didn’t know what cartoon or TV show he had watched recently, but anyway, the dogs were idle, so it was fine to play along.

Just nodding and humoring him at that moment: "Alright, alright, let’s go into the factory to check if it’s tidy..."

"Master Jiang said the kitchen is all tidied up—"

Just as she spoke, Zhai Xiaofeng, who had been helping in the hillside kitchen, came out of the kitchen.

Seeing Wu Lan, her face broke into a smile, clearly remembering how the other persuaded her against rashly deciding on remarriage.

"Big sister, you’ve come!"

She said generously: "Master Jiang instructed me to move the remaining ingredients down from the hill. I thought you were busy in the morning, so I came after lunch."