Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 60 - : 60. Real Man Zhang Yanping_1

Chapter 60: 60. Real Man Zhang Yanping_1

With two more people helping, a truckload of goods was quickly moved out.

Uncle felt quite embarrassed; his own son was still upstairs, and here he was, asking relatives, and a girl at that—to help, even though this girl was stronger than him.

Being an honest man, he didn’t know what to say, so he simply brought out two boxes of fruit, “Here, Tantan, Qiaoqiao, have some fruit.”

Aunt was busy planning to buy groceries, intending to have lunch with the siblings.

However, both Song Tan and Qiaoqiao shook their heads.

Song Tan declined because she found the food outside barely palatable.

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Qiaoqiao was thinking: Could he possibly buy another toy set at noon?

Their refusal was so firm that Aunt stood there hesitantly and finally picked up the fruit from the table,

“Then I’ll wash some of these big cherries for you!”

Song Tan quickly stopped her, “Auntie, really, there’s no need! These big cherries cost over a hundred yuan per jin, you keep them to sell!”

This honest couple’s way of showing kindness was to insist on offering the best they had. After the cherries were refused, they brought out another box of fruit: a box of shiny golden kiwis.

“You eat, you eat…”

Aunt hastily peeled one for Qiaoqiao, “Here, Qiaoqiao, taste this Jiapei Golden Kiwi. They sell for more than ten yuan each in the market! Tell me, what does it taste like?”

The implication was that they hadn’t even indulged themselves with such expensive fruit.

Song Tan couldn’t help but smile, “Auntie, if you who sell fruit don’t taste them to check the flavor, what will you do if you buy some that don’t taste right?”

Auntie’s laugh was honest and simple, “Isn’t your Brother Yanping at home? He’s picky with his food—if it’s expensive in the market, he’ll eat it. He can tell right away whether it’s good or not.”

Song Tan was curious, “Brother Yanping is at home?”

Brother Yanping, named Zhang Yanping, was Aunt’s only son, two years older than Song Tan. Why was he still at home now of all times, when there was no special occasion?

When it came to her son, Aunt sighed.

“Your brother lacks ambition. I told him to go out and work, but he said he’d help with the family fruit shop.”

“But at home, he doesn’t seem to do any work and has managed to spoil more than a dozen crates of imported fruits. We’ve scolded and beaten him, but he says that we’ll be old one day and he will have to take care of the fruit shop, and now he’s starting his practice—”

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“By practicing eating during the day and playing video games till midnight! Your uncle and I are worried sick!”

It really wasn’t a case of Aunt and Uncle spoiling their child; they were simply at their wits’ end!

Zhang Yanping had been at home for two years since graduating. Aunt had long been urging him to go out and find a job, even going so far as to stop giving him living expenses.

But Zhang Yanping was like a lump of trouble, a brass pea, loud and clear!

When his living expenses were cut off, he just came back home when he got hungry and hovered around the kitchen at meal times.

If that didn’t work, he’d rummage through the fruit in the storage, always going for the most expensive ones.

The habit made Aunt and Uncle tremble with anxiety,

They could lock up the doors to the house and the storeroom, but this unruly kid went as far as calling a locksmith. In the end, unable to pay the fee, the locksmith called his parents to come and settle the bill.

They thought about giving up and not giving any money, letting the police handle it…but the couple still held onto the dream of being civil servants!

How does the saying go? The end of the universe is the civil service exam.

In the eyes of this honest couple, nothing was more stable and enviable than a civil servant’s job. Even if the salary was low, they still had a fruit shop, which was enough.

Now, fearing a police record might jeopardize their chances, they were extremely troubled.

Qiaoqiao, listening by their side, didn’t understand but looked expectantly at Aunt, “Where’s brother?”

Aunt pointed towards the stairs, “He’s upstairs sleeping! Who knows what time he played games until last night. Qiaoqiao, go and play with him!”

Though Zhang Yanping was a troublesome block, he was actually quite protective of his family and had played with Qiaoqiao before.

Children always idolize the older kids, and he clearly held a special place in Qiaoqiao’s heart.

As expected, Qiaoqiao ran upstairs with the kiwifruit, clomping along: “The fruit is so sweet, I’m going to share it with brother!”

She had obviously forgotten she also had an older sister.

Song Tan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

It was only then that her aunt finally found the time to ask, “Tantan, how come you’re here?”

Song Tan repeated the same old line, “Work was too exhausting, so I quit my job to rest at home for a while, and I’ve been helping out with farming during this time.”

Her aunt quickly advised her, “You shouldn’t stay too long though, farming isn’t easy work. For a young lady like you, getting all tanned wouldn’t look nice at all!”

It was then that Song Tan brought over her little basket:

“Auntie, the vegetables from our farm are really tasty this year. Many people are scrambling for this Milk Vetch. I’ve saved a few bunches especially for you, you can try stir-frying some for lunch.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than she saw her uncle had already peeled another kiwifruit and was handing it to her: “Tantan, have one.”

Song Tan couldn’t help but feel sorry for her aunt—

A few sentences exchanged, and twenty to thirty yuan disappeared just like that. Song Tan knew all too well how thrifty her aunt’s household usually was.

But since the fruit was already peeled, she took it, put it in her mouth, and quickly covered the box and moved it aside.

The sweet juice burst in her mouth, mingling with a familiar murky scent, which wasn’t exactly a pleasant taste.

However, Song Tan was somewhat used to it by now and simply mumbled, “Uncle, no need to peel any more, just tasting is enough, save the rest to sell.”

Her uncle chuckled good-naturedly: “You don’t visit often, so have more.”

Her aunt also cast off her worried expression: “Tantan, don’t be shy, eat more. Take this box back with you later—anyway, if it stays here, it’ll just get devoured by your Brother Yanping.”

For a mother to refer to her own son eating fruit as ‘causing chaos’ showed just how much of a ruckus Zhang Yanping must have been making.

Song Tan felt a twinge in her heart.

Before she could even process her thoughts, she heard her aunt asking, “Tantan, with you all farming this year, are your parents not going to work in the city for the second half of the year?”

Song Tan nodded and began to calculate on her fingers:

“We have to plant rice in two fields, grow vegetables, sunflowers, and on the mountain, we’re also cultivating wood ear and silver ear mushrooms. We’ve pruned the chestnut trees a bit as well, and we’ll probably stock the fish pond with some fish fry…”

“This year, we even raised five pigs on the back hill. The pork will definitely be tasty during the New Year. Auntie, I’ll bring you some when the time comes!”

Her aunt was dumbfounded: “With that much to do, can your family handle it all?”

Song Tan felt helpless—the money was already spent, and she wanted to earn more quickly, hence she had taken on more than she could manage.

“My grandparents are pitching in to help. We haven’t officially started planting yet, so we can manage for the time being.”

But ‘for the time being’ was just that, and in a few days, they’d have to hire people to work again.

Just at that moment, there was a commotion from the stairway, and Qiaoqiao’s cheerful voice rang out:

“Brother Yanping, let’s go throw stones!”

“Nope. Kid, I don’t play with stones anymore.”

Zhang Yanping’s languid voice also contained a yawn.

“Brother Yanping, let’s play hide and seek.”

“Qiaoqiao, your brother Yanping has grown up now. Can’t hide anymore.”

“Brother Yanping, let’s go watch Peppa.”

“What Peppa? Real men watch Ultraman!”