Her Cultivation Diary

When Lun Chuan said this, the leaders glanced at Qiaoqiao in the distance, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Indeed.

To sell grapes in their county, from the village head to the county leaders all began practicing live streaming, watched several sessions, and explored various angles...

Otherwise, how would they know so much about fees and the like?

But look at them, from product selection to marketing language to all-round preparation, everything needs to be prepared well in advance, stirring unease in their hearts.

And what about Qiaoqiao?

The young one looked innocent, with pure eyes, really just a teenager.

Moreover, with impaired mental faculties, he ought to be cared for by these successful adults.

Yet now, under the scorching sun, this teenager patiently works in the vineyard for hours, talking and eating, while trying to market using sarcasm.

Even though they didn’t understand, it takes years of hard work behind that one minute on stage!

The more casual it appears, the more work is done ahead of time; who knows how exhausted they might be behind the scenes.

Everyone looked ashamed.

They couldn’t grasp the current business rhythms, making the young endure such hardship.

Yet there were still some people’s grapes left unsold, so pushing themselves, they had to ask: "What about tomorrow..."

Song Tan remained silent.

The same idea, but Lun Chuan expressed it with much more tact.

At this moment, sure enough, Lun Chuan looked very sincere:

"Don’t worry, leaders, we’ve been entrusted with this task, so we must execute it well. It’s just that the child is a bit tired today."

"But rest assured, the long-tail effect of our live stream is always good, and we’ve put up the link in advance; tonight, there will surely be more sales, so let the villagers relax for the night."

"Moreover, timely delivery is key now. With so many sales, shipments must follow promptly, or else customers might wait and then request refunds."

With a heartfelt and intimate demeanor, he offered everyone a Reassuring Pill:

"Here’s what; if it’s still not finished selling by tomorrow morning, we’ll start broadcasting early again."

After being so busy, they didn’t plan to drive back overnight

Especially seeing Qiaoqiao standing expectantly nearby, clearly remembering the locals and leaders promised various local specialty foods.

——Although not as delicious as at home, the unique flavors have their charm.

With multiple trips out (mainly with Yang Zhengxi discussing various cuisines from all over), Qiaoqiao was now past the stage of needing to carry ingredients wherever he went.

The leaders were instantly relieved.

While people were still busy in the vineyard, they couldn’t neglect them, thus, indeed led Song Tan and the others to the pre-booked family-style dining hall:

"This restaurant doesn’t look like much, but the local dishes are very authentic. Otherwise, hotel food is just uniform nationwide, albeit in a fancier setting..."

The previous incumbents were ineffective, and new ones inheriting the mess adopted a simple, solid style, thus selecting this family dining hall which resonates well with everyone.

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao walked excitedly, nodding:

"We also have a dining hall! Master Jiang in the dining hall cooks really well—what’s wrong with family dining halls?"

In the end, a pure adolescent’s curiosity.

The leaders glanced at him and couldn’t help but laugh along: 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Nothing, just worried it might be too small and simplistic for you. But the food’s definitely tasty! Try it, eat more, you’ve really worked hard today..."

The tone softened toward the end, clearly enhancing the rapport.

...

Meanwhile, outside the vineyard, the villagers, bewilderedly pushed out, were utterly confused, not knowing how they ended up without any resistance.

People came out bewildered—was it due to their own lack of confidence?

As they spoke, one person beside him complained:

"What’s wrong with you? You said you’d ask them to help us sell too? We’re not skipping the $5 fee!"

"Yeah, why didn’t you ask everyone?"

Murmuring, they turned back to the vineyard, shouting: "Liang Er, Liang Er! You should talk to them; our orchard has at least seven or eight hundred pounds, why can’t it be sold? Just adding a few more to the inventory won’t hurt!"

Liang Er was exasperated:

"How can I talk to them? They’re streaming well; are you just looking to cause trouble?"

"Now look at this, even the ones from my family didn’t get sold!"

The streamer claimed to be tired—why not earlier or later, but just when this person aimed to join?