Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 211 - . Brother Yanpings Career Planning_1

Chapter 211: 211. Brother Yanping’s Career Planning_1

Chapter 211: 211. Brother Yanping’s Career Planning_1

With the stimulation of the house, Zhang Yanping plucked a blade of grass and put it in his mouth, squatting in the Chestnut Garden too, watching the little flower stems sprouting among the lush green leaves, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

“Sigh…”

This sigh made Brother Mud Loach, who was earnestly weeding, very unhappy.

“What, I’m working so hard here, and you’re still not satisfied?”

It’s not like Brother Mud Loach was willing to work here. But he figured he was a man of his word, a gambler who honored his bets!

So today, he was too proud even to slack off, because let’s face it, people like him are hard to come by nowadays.

Who would be dissatisfied with a free laborer?

Zhang Yanping smiled amiably:

“Look at what you’re saying, our situation here isn’t a game, with rewards and penalties, it’s all for fun!”

Brother Mud Loach impolitely snapped off his work glove, revealing a red and raw palm:

“What fun? My hands are about to blister!”

Oh, that.

Zhang Yanping was at a loss for words.

Thinking that Brother had contributed ten thousand or so yuan yesterday, Yanping quickly changed the subject, “I’m mainly sighing over myself, big brother, what do you think I should do in the future?”

He hadn’t thought so much about it before, his salted fish life was just taking one day at a time.

But now he had grown accustomed to this rural life. Always staying at his aunt’s house didn’t seem quite right.

But for him to work the land? That was absolutely impossible.

If not farming, then what else was there in the village worth him doing?

Of course, when he first arrived, he was full of confidence, thinking he could help Tantan expand her market—after all, he had a wide network.

Surely, doing sales would be easier for him than for a girl who used to just honestly work a job, right?

But after having stayed for a while, he just couldn’t say such things with a straight face anymore.

Whatever his sister grew and put out there would sell like hotcakes, wouldn’t it?

Asking people to buy it himself would only devalue it.

But if he couldn’t do sales or farm work, was he really going to just shamelessly live off his relatives?

If it continued like this, there wouldn’t even be a room for staff in Tantan’s newly built house!

He was one of the first to come to the countryside to support her endeavor, it wouldn’t do to be the one who wakes up early but ends up attending the market late.

Brother Mud Loach wasn’t aware of all the worries in his heart but couldn’t help fantasizing himself:

“Not gonna lie, your mountain and water here are picturesque, and even the grass grows more spiritedly than elsewhere.”

“If I were you, I would expand the pond a bit more, stock it with a few thousand fish, build a gallery and pavilion, and start a farmhouse on the side—when you invite people to fish, they fish and even help clean them up…”

As he spoke, he remembered the pile of fried snacks from last night, which seemed to include the three ear-shaped lumpfish he had contributed.

And him, becoming a boss?

Nope.

Instead, here he was, weeding for the boss.

Thinking about being reduced to a laborer because he failed to catch fish was humiliating.

And the thought of his brothers continuing to fish while he worked…

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How should he put it?

It was like they were all bad students, but while he slept, the others managed to crank out a whole volume of holiday homework!

The frustration inside was unbearable, like a hundred claws scratching at his heart.

He hummed, “I’ll see who’s the last one today.”

Zhang Yanping looked at him and truly realized the extent of the fisherman’s obsession.

He then hesitated:

“You didn’t go home yesterday or today. Are you finally going home tonight?”

Mud Loach Brother hesitated for a moment, “If I’m weeding here, does that include three meals? Then I’ll drive back after dinner. Tomorrow morning, save me a spot at the fish pond.”

There you go!

Zhang Yanping glanced at the registration of the other few people on his phone and couldn’t help but mutter, “Why do I feel like this pond has really become your place to punch in at work?”

While saying this, he was also a bit puzzled.

“The fishing forum hasn’t been very active recently. My posts haven’t elicited any response, and I can’t even gather ten people.”

Because one person is always working.

Mud Loach Brother’s body stiffened for a moment before he resumed pulling weeds with even more vigor.

Zhang Yanping watched, thoroughly impressed—

He was taking it way too seriously.

He couldn’t think of a career plan at the moment, but since he wasn’t idle either, he stored this matter in his mind.

He then carelessly continued walking deeper, where the neatly arranged wood ear and black wood ear mushroom logs already foretold of the bountiful harvest to come.

Especially the wood ear mushrooms. Just a couple of days ago, he had harvested the first batch, but looking at them today, the trunks were already densely covered with tiny wood ear mushrooms the size of fingernails.

And to think of yesterday’s wood ear mushroom soup, oh that taste!

How to describe it?

Until yesterday, Zhang Yanping believed that wood ear mushrooms, just like bird’s nests, only had nourishing effects in legends.

He did, however, understand a scientific concept: when cooked, wood ear mushrooms release an enzyme that lubricates the digestive tract, so drinking their soup can facilitate bowel movements.

That was his only concept of wood ear mushrooms.

Moreover, he couldn’t understand why so many people liked them since they were sticky and overly sweet (he didn’t know that some wood ear mushrooms have a crunchy texture).

But all that was only up until his uninformed yesterday.

That bowl of wood ear mushroom soup, he had intended to only fill up some space in his overstuffed stomach.

But to his surprise, as soon as he took a sip, the sweet and delicious flavor burst in his mouth with such indescribable taste and texture, he instantly understood why high-quality wood ear mushrooms were sold at such high prices by the gram.

In short, looking at those wood ear mushrooms now, his heart and eyes were filled with anticipation and delight.

On the other hand, as Mud Loach Brother was weeding, he looked up at the wild chestnut tree at the center of Chestnut Garden, which was as tall as a three-story building, and his heart was filled with shock and regret:

“Ah, these little chestnuts might only be the size of a finger, but they taste so fragrant! Why did this tree grow so tall? When it’s time, it’ll be impossible to knock the chestnuts down.”

He looked at the robust tree again.

No wonder they say the countryside has good water and soil… It’s true!

Otherwise, how could such a splendid tree have grown?

He didn’t know that every chestnut tree on the hillside had absorbed Spiritual Energy, and the wild chestnut tree in front of him had benefited from a unique strand. Standing before it now, its robustness was even more apparent.

Mud Loach Brother walked around it twice, his thoughts turning over and over, and he finally found an excuse for his failure to catch fish yesterday:

“In such a geomantically treasured spot, it’s normal for the fish to be a bit smarter. It’s not my fault I couldn’t catch any. It must be because I chose the wrong bait.”

Zhang Yanping didn’t understand much about fishing, but he knew that whether you could catch fish wasn’t really related to the bait—

Because he had seen Song Tan casually take some scraps from the kitchen waste, toss them into the net, and catch fish with it.

He then asked without thinking:

“If the fish are that clever, why are there so many in the fish trap?”

Mud Loach Brother recalled his fish trap, which was so full he had nearly been unable to hold it down, and now with a darkened face, he was at a loss for words.

After a long while, all he could do was bury his head and continue to weed with great force.