Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 210 - . I wont say who is illiterate_1

Chapter 210: 210. I won’t say who is illiterate_1

Chapter 210: 210. I won’t say who is illiterate_1

My, my.

Song Tan looked around, Xin Jun was all steady and composed, and Zhang Yanping a typical school kid—the atmosphere at the dining table was positively rippling with undercurrents!

Let them fight, let them fight! [bushi]

Then they heard Qiaoqiao speak up loudly, “I’ve got it, ‘Fang’ goes better with ‘Yuanming Garden’ in the compound word!”

There was silence at the dining table.

Zhao Fangyuan snorted and looked at Zhang Yanping with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile: “I won’t say who’s the illiterate one here.”

Zhang Yanping: …

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He then found his spot and sat down with a plop, and far from being annoyed, he sighed loudly instead, “Ah, eating so well every day has made me fat.”

Zhao Fangyuan: …It’s hard not to be envious.

And looking at the abundance of rich dishes before her, she also couldn’t help but pick up her chopsticks, then cast a cautious glance at Zhang Yanping.

A moment later, she looked away with a shiver and made up her mind secretly:

She absolutely couldn’t afford to get fat.

After all, a chubby figure with fair skin might still be appealing, but with her complexion—a black fatty just wouldn’t do!

The round table was once again filled with harmonious cheer.

But soon, Seventh Uncle couldn’t help asking:

“That wild piglet in the back mountain, is it male or female?”

Song Youde pondered for a moment: “I think it’s male, I made sure to look when it was scratching against the railing.”

Seventh Uncle nodded, then asked further:

“Tantan, that wild piglet in the back mountain, what do you plan to do with it?”

What to do?

Song Tan was taken aback for a moment: “Raise it, of course.”

How could one not want a white pig like that?

Seventh Uncle glared at her: “I’m asking you whether you’re planning to keep it as a breeding pig or to slaughter it now.”

“If you keep it as a breeding pig, then your pork will have a stronger smell, not very tasty, and you won’t be able to get a good price for it later.”

“But if you slaughter it now, although the taste will still be stronger than domestic pork, it will be much better.”

Ah, this is indeed a dilemma.

Song Tan started to think it over.

Song Sancheng was excited though: “Of course we should keep it as a breeding pig. The piglets produced from the crossbreeding with our domestic pigs will surely be robust and fatter.”

People in the village did this several decades ago, and those piglets were in high demand.

Only Wu Lan kept her clarity:

“We didn’t specifically choose when buying the pigs, but all five are male, there’s no female. If we keep the wild boar for breeding, we’ll have to hurry up and buy a sow to raise as well.”

But this meant that in the entire pigpen, there would be two pigs they couldn’t eat.

As for the other males—they were usually slaughtered within a week of birth when they recovered well and grew quickly, not even waiting until now.

Everyone immediately started discussing excitedly.

Zhang Yanping was eager to try: “Why bother breeding? Just eat it straight away. I’ve never tasted wild pig meat in my life.”

That’s for sure!

It used to be a protected animal, where would you get to eat it?

Wang Lifan, on the other hand, had no hesitation in her verdict: “It’s not better than domestic pigs, just harder to stew. You have to stew it for a long time or you can’t bite through it.”

“How can there be no difference?” Song Youde disagreed: “It clearly tastes better after being stewed for longer.”

Wang Lifan went straight to the point, “Piglets are so expensive nowadays, and I see that Tantan is quite skilled at raising pigs, look how well they are growing.”

If we have to buy piglets every year… that would be a huge loss.

That’s certainly true.

As more and more people joined the family, he had originally planned to eat two of the pigs and sell three, but now it seemed that having two to sell would be lucky.

If the number of people keeps increasing and more employees are hired, wouldn’t it be necessary to raise a couple more pigs?

As for not giving the good stuff to one’s own people… Song Tan never had such a thought.

Growing crops, raising pigs, feeding chickens and ducks, it’s all for people to eat. If the people around him couldn’t enjoy the fruits of his labor, then what was the point of all this trouble?

Zhao Fangyuan cradled her bowl of rice soup hungrily and before she knew it, the whole bowl was empty!

And there were so many delicious dishes on the table she hadn’t even had enough of!

After hesitating for a moment, she took advantage of the heated discussion and walked over to the stove again, using the shovel to scrape the crispy rice from the bottom of the pot into her bowl.

After thinking for a bit, she pressed down hard with the shovel and forcefully scooped another spoonful on top.

Just as she was returning to her seat with her bowl, Zhang Yanping also came out to refill his bowl— and his eyes immediately turned to hers—

Although he didn’t say anything, Zhao Fangyuan had already made up her mind.

When it came time to discuss the design plans, she would not listen to a single one of his suggestions.

In fact, there wasn’t much room for Zhang Yanping to make suggestions because just as he was discussing a certain shade of light blue wall paint with Song Tan, Wu Lan suddenly remembered something—

“Oh yes, Yanping, your mom called me yesterday saying that exams are coming up. Why don’t you go back and buckle down for two more months?”

Zhang Yanping: !!!

It was like a bolt from the blue.

He had even forgotten that he was just a relative, staying in Song Tan’s house in Yunqiao Village. When he thought about it, it had been several months.

So now, his face fell, “Auntie, I am here collaborating with Tan and bringing people to fish, how can I find the time to go back? Could you please talk to my mom for me? I really don’t want to take the civil service exam.”

Wu Lan frowned subconsciously, “It’s probably still better to take the exam, you see how good these college graduates becoming village officials are, right? You could become a village head in the future.”

Zhang Yanping quietly asked her, “Auntie, if Tan was assigned to work alone in a remote and impoverished area, would you be willing to go with him?”

Wu Lan fell silent in an instant.

She certainly would not be willing.

Her child was now right before her eyes, and although she got angry with him often, she didn’t know why, but somehow, with the family together and united, she felt there was much more to look forward to in life.

In the past, apart from finding out where she could make money and letting the days go by, she did not even know what she was working for.

Moreover, she heard that these young cadres were being sent to truly impoverished places.

Although Yunqiao Village was also a remote and poor area, at least they had mountains, water, and forests. What if, as the TV said, they were assigned to the northwest or the Loess Plateau…

She would worry herself to death!

Thinking this way, she suddenly found herself with less resistance to the idea of Zhang Yanping not wanting to become a civil servant.

And now, her thoughts turning around, she even smiled cheerfully,

“Hey, I should persuade your mom; you and Tan are working well together. You siblings are earning money so energetically.”

Indeed, with money in his pocket, Zhang Yanping became even more proactive.

After all, in addition to selling boxed lunches and merchandise, Song Tan also gave him a commission.

This commission… it’s a bit embarrassing to mention, because they’re family, he only got a mere one percent, and he was too embarrassed to talk about it.

But thinking back to how Song Tan used to not give a penny, for some reason, that one percent suddenly seemed precious.

At this moment, Zhang Yanping instinctively stood up, “It’s been a while, everyone finished eating, right? I’ll go check on the guys on the hill and make sure they’re not slacking off…”

Clearly, even before he was a wage slave, he was already mastering the essence of exploitation.