Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 209 - .Yuanming Gardens yuan_1

Chapter 209: 209.Yuanming Garden’s yuan_1

Chapter 209: 209.Yuanming Garden’s yuan_1

How heavy must the king’s taste be, to give birth to a baby pig?

The instigator was found out.

Song Tan didn’t need to turn around; he just called out loudly, “King!”

A moment later, there was a rustling in the bushes, and then a gust of wind rushed past, and Zhao Fangyuan, curious, turned her head to look—

“Oh my goodness!”

She sat down on the ground with a thump.

Because, standing before her just now, was a huge dog’s head, looking especially fierce!

But the shock lasted only a moment. Seeing the king just walking past her, Zhao Fangyuan quickly got up from the ground, and eagerly watched the king:

“I really want to give him a pet…”

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What a thing to say!

Song Tan was a bit smug. Who wouldn’t want to pet the king upon seeing him?

However…

“Didn’t you just see a dog?”

Zhao Fangyuan was also puzzled: “I didn’t see a dog, I didn’t even see a goose.”

Pointing again, indeed it was Big White!

Seeing so many people, it excitedly started flapping its wings, “Gagaga—”

It stretched out its neck and charged over, but judging by its stance, it didn’t look like it wanted a hug; it seemed more like it came to pick a fight!

The strength of a goose, one person cannot easily bring down!

Everyone stepped back quickly, all shrinking behind Qiaoqiao.

Song Tan: …

For some reason, she felt the King was being discriminated against.

But at this moment, Qiaoqiao, already experienced, had again hooked arms with Big White (although Big White’s short wings could neither hook a shoulder nor drape across a back), but the sentiment was there.

“Big White, sister said we can raise little pigs in the future! I don’t have to sneak around anymore!”

This kid!

Everyone remembered how he recently used the excuse that pigs eat a lot, feeding them several times a day, and couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and pity.

“Hey.”

Zhao Fangyuan came over and whispered:

“Your brother is so invested in this herd of pigs, I hope he doesn’t cry over the pork at New Year’s pig slaughter!”

Song Tan: …

It wasn’t impossible.

Looking at Qiaoqiao’s hopeful and innocent face, it was really hard to spit out the truth:

“Qiaoqiao, you do know what we raise pigs for, right?”

“I know.”

Qiaoqiao proudly puffed out his chest: “It’s just like the vegetables in the garden; when they grow up, we eat meat.”

Song Tan: ???

She probed further: “Can you bear to watch when it’s time to slaughter the pigs?”

Qiaoqiao immediately shrunk back, then looked at her with teary eyes:

“I’m a little bit scared,” using his pinky to indicate a tiny distance, “Can I not watch?”

While here was a true picture of sibling affection, Song Sancheng and Song Youde at the other end were already dying to go into the pigpen and carefully inspect the little wild boar.

But there was no need to go in; they could see clearly through the fence.

Although the little wild boar was small, it looked very robust.

Now that they had a white pig, and a wild one at that, the taste of the meat in their hands was unknown!

In this moment, the father and son’s thoughts were in sync, both wearing satisfied smiles.

They gathered around the wild boar, looking at it from all angles until Seventh Uncle’s booming voice echoed through the woods—

“Dinner’s ready—”

In that instant, the chickens and piglets all became excited, converging toward the people.

And the group, without hesitation, dropped the topic of the wild boar, turned around, and hurried down the mountain.

Nothing is more important than having a meal.

Fortunately, Song Tan’s conscience was still intact, and at this moment, she held onto Da Wang’s head, rubbing it over and over:

“Baobao, you’re amazing! I’ve decided you and Big White will be stationed here from now on. This afternoon, I’ll have Qiaoqiao feed you honey!”

Da Wang cuddled obediently against her neck and then let out a soft “woof.”

As for Big White, this little goose in a yellow cap, didn’t give her the time of day.

Seeing Qiaoqiao’s figure receding, the goose turned around without a shred of mercy, its pointed and perky butt swinging side to side as it slowly made its way into the bushes.

Look at you, so pleased with yourself!

Song Tan hooked her pinky finger, and wisps of Spiritual Energy instantly swirled around it.

Da Wang and Big White turned their heads again. Then, the aloof goose “honked” and with its wings tilted back, charged over like a cannonball!

But it was finished.

That bit of Spiritual Energy had already been fed to Da Wang.

At this moment, as the person and goose looked at each other, thunder seemed to brew in the goose’s beady eyes—

“Honk!!!”

Descending the mountain, the group saw that Seventh Uncle, Teacher Xin, and Wu Lan had already served the food on the table.

Zhao Fangyuan, being new to the place, was a bit overwhelmed by the lavish feast before her:

“Oh dear, how can I accept this…”

She murmured, wringing her hands.

But Song Tan casually remarked, “There’s nothing to be shy about, we have meals like this three times a day.”

Zhao Fangyuan: !!!

She took it for a boastful ‘Versailles’ statement, but seeing everyone sitting there calmly, it seemed quite possible that…

Her family really ate like this?

In that moment, her internal scales toggled frantically between discounting and not discounting.

As they were speaking, Zhang Yanping walked over from outside.

The fishing group was the same bunch of ten people from yesterday, with the difference being nine were fishing and one weeding, but each had ordered two to three boxed lunches…

Seeing Song Tan, he smiled and said, “Tantan, that person who worked yesterday was quite efficient and didn’t slack off. I just took a look when delivering lunch, and they’ve already cleared a big patch of the weeds in Chestnut Woods.”

The land there had only been tilled once in March, and the weeds had already regrown. However, the soil was loose, so pulling them wasn’t too strenuous.

Even so, impressed by the other’s efficiency, Song Tan couldn’t help but nod, “Deserving of being our potential customer, truly hardworking.”

You can say that again!

Zhang Yanping chimed in without hesitation, “Hardworking, working like an ox and a horse for you, contributing money… Tsk tsk tsk, I think someone has to stay and pull weeds tonight, don’t forget to arrange that in advance.”

However, it was strange that his post on the fishing forum had suddenly been locked for some reason, and it had been just these ten people for the last two days, signing up one day for the next…

Starting early and finishing late, it was as if it was a proper job, except he wasn’t even paying salaries.

Capitalist overjoyed.

Turning around, he saw the unfamiliar girl sitting next to Song Tan and couldn’t help but be surprised.

“And you are…?”

Zhao Fangyuan extended her hand generously.

“My name is Zhao Fangyuan, the ‘Fang’ as in fragrant, and ‘Yuan’ as in Yuanming Garden. You’re Zhang Yanping, right?”

Upon his nod, she laughed, “Just like my dad said, you’re not as appealing as Qiaoqiao.”

At this, everyone at the table burst into laughter.

Zhang Yanping: …

He too curled up the corner of his mouth, “That’s right. After all, I’m a bit more mature. He’s still a little brat. But Zhao Fangyan, which ‘garden’ of Yuanming Garden are you?”

At this, Zhao Fangyuan also paused.

Now, the whole group laughed again.

Song Tan added with a laugh, “Exactly! I wanted to ask when you introduced yourself.”

But back then, they hadn’t yet tricked her to come over, so it was best to be careful.

Only Teacher Xin, smiling at the corner of his mouth, was quietly explaining to Qiaoqiao, “What does the ‘Fang’ in fragrant mean? First, it represents a scent. Second, it refers to flowers. Third, it signifies beauty and goodness. Let me test you, teacher; with which ‘yuan’ does it most smoothly form a compound word?”