Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 717 - 709. Poor stomach_1

Secretary Xiaozu did a good job, but it was Xin Jun who ultimately sorted everything out.

Lao Song’s family simply didn’t have such talent, and Wu Lan, after all her huffing and puffing, seemed suspicious. They had hoped to have Secretary Xiaozu come and boast about herself, but as luck would have it, she had gone to the city to pull some strings.

Now, Xin Jun rose to the challenge and solved the difficult issue.

For instance, Song Tan’s farm plans, resolving neighborhood disputes, her efforts to lobby for road repairs in the village, and her initiative in explaining various agricultural subsidies to the villagers, and so on...

After all, with questions probing this deep, everyone was privately guessing that this procurement was more than just ordinary buying – perhaps it involved someone’s trusted aide!

That would be something, huh.

Wu Lan speculated with her own thoughts: Procurement was always a way to skim off the top, if it wasn’t someone you knew, surely you couldn’t rest easy.

Song Tan: ...

Even though something felt off, whether it was right or wrong didn’t seem to matter.

With so many people at home, only Qiaoqiao was sincerely joyful and worried.

What made him happy was that the kids couldn’t wait to have a reunion, a sure sign he must have taught them well!

But what worried him was that there really wasn’t any work to be done at the moment, was there?

He thought it over and over, and finally could only let out a deep sigh:

"Come back in October! By then, not only will you be able to harvest rice at my place, but you can also herd cattle!"

His sister said, as soon as the temperature drops, they’d ask someone to buy some cattle and sheep. By then, the few dogs under the corridor would have regained their strength, and they would be quite busy!

Secretary Wang: ... You, the little host with the bushy eyebrows and big eyes, how come you’re not the least bit hospitable? What’s this about making guests work like farm labor?

Instead, the director beside him sighed, "I did want to come, but the roads here are too bumpy; my bones are about to fall apart. Kid, what do you think should be done to improve this situation?"

Qiaoqiao naively replied, "Next time you should come on motorcycles! Motorcycles aren’t that bumpy."

The director: ...

What’s going on, is there not a single ounce of aspiration in this family born into the countryside? Such a big issue as transportation, seems like there’s no hope for improvement at all!

He couldn’t take it anymore: "Maybe the roads will be fixed soon?"

"Ah?" Qiaoqiao looked bewildered: "But our village is poor, will it really happen?"

The director felt helpless: "Yes, it definitely will. Livelihood and agriculture are important for everyone, it has nothing to do with being poor – the poorer, the more opportunity must be given for development!"

He didn’t think Qiaoqiao was incomprehensible, and at this moment he said earnestly:

"The state is well-intentioned; it’s only due to tight finances that projects are prioritized. If they truly felt that the poor don’t deserve roads, how would the village transport have come into being over a decade ago?"

He gently coaxed: "With the roads fixed, goods won’t get damaged in transit. What does your family want to grow?"

Qiaoqiao immediately exclaimed loudly: "Strawberries!"

He was already joyous, as if he could start planting them tomorrow: "I planted several strawberry plants as a child! If it weren’t for that nasty old lady pulling them out, I would have tasted them!"

Their place wasn’t known for strawberries, and no one in town sold such precious treats, so for all these years, he had not tasted them again.

Song Tan did hear it: "Qiaoqiao, why didn’t you tell me you wanted strawberries?"

Otherwise, she would have definitely brought some back for him to try over the years. If not, they could have casually planted a few patches in the spring!

Qiaoqiao shook his head: "I didn’t think of it before, I only thought of eating them just now... I want to grow them myself."

"Alright! When the time comes, I’ll allocate a small patch of land for you to plant on your own."

Qiaoqiao nodded vigorously like she was pounding garlic.

As they were talking, Wu Lan called out, "Tantan, tell the procurement to arrange for the meal!"

Secretary Wang perked up. If it weren’t for maintaining his status, by now he would have quickly stood and rushed to the dining table.

After all, it wasn’t just the officials who hadn’t eaten well these past two days! After a morning of toiling and drinking some herbal tea to settle the travel weariness, they were all famished!

Now, at last, they could have a meal!

The leader also stood up with restraint, saying, "We’ve troubled you."

But his steps didn’t stop as he quickly made his way out of the living room.

On the other end, Wu Lei and the sweet-talking young man seemed eager to launch themselves at the table. As he approached, Zhang Chen immediately shouted:

"Big bro! Can you drink alcohol? Their family has stored some good wine!"

Song Sancheng: This kid... He didn’t know how he always ended up talking about this whenever he chatted.

But drinking was absolutely out of the question!

He now shook his head frantically: "Our family’s wine isn’t well-cellarred yet; right now, it’s particularly potent and hits hard. One cup and you’ll hit the floor... absolutely not, maybe next time!"

From this point of view, this batch of wine was indeed somewhat lacking.

As for whether the well-cellarred wine would knock people out... it seemed it would, but Seventh Uncle predicted that the aftereffects would be more prolonged, so... you could probably last two hours before you went down, right?

Fortunately, aside from the restless Song Youde and Grandpa Tantan, nobody else present had a real craving for alcohol, so it wasn’t a big deal.

"Come on, come on, everyone, let’s eat!"

In the end, it was Wu Lan who came over with the dishes and called everyone to the table.

Everyone quickly took their seats without any shyness or hesitation, which left the leader and Secretary Wang standing bewildered for a moment before they, too, were invited to sit down.

Out of consideration for their status as guests, the three of them were seated at the inner side of the top of the table.

Having seen much of the world, the leader reflected inwardly, "There are crafty people born of rough mountains and rivers, but there are also genuine, simple, and hospitable farmers indeed!"

The meal of the day was up to its usual standards, with four vegetable dishes and a soup, which packed the large table to the brim and looked almost too rustic.

Looking at the dishes—of the three dishes, only the fish was a meat dish.

Tomato scrambled eggs, stir-fried bitter melon, braised dry fish pieces, and jingjie stir-fried with thousand-layer tofu... and finally, a loofah egg drop soup!

Wu Lan was a little embarrassed: "Wu Lei didn’t even give a heads up before coming over. Look at us... we didn’t have time to defrost the meat in the fridge."

Although their family now unanimously agreed that vegetables tasted better than meat, how could they not offer meat when they had guests over? Wouldn’t that seem stingy?

"No, no, no!" Secretary Wang, already drooling with anticipation, was shaking slightly as he clutched his chopsticks: "Vegetarian is great! Vegetarian is great!"

The leader was also pleased: "It’s so hot, these dishes are so refreshing to eat!"

The accommodations arranged by the city government on his trip were actually quite good, with a clever balance of meat and vegetarian dishes, taking the heat into consideration...

But with the constant inspections and project discussions on the go, he felt weary and overheated, and even exquisite delicacies didn’t appeal anymore. It made the others quite nervous, so he had to pretend he had a bad stomach and could only eat so much...

Now it seemed clear that he just hadn’t had any good food!

Of course, for people in their line of work, it’s common to have digestive issues, but that wasn’t important!

For instance, right now, the leader with the "bad stomach" only restrained himself for a second before, following everyone else’s lead, he reached for a piece of hot, crispy burnt rice fresh from the skillet that still had the soft pliability of rice grains. With a "crunch," he took a big bite!

Ah! How delicious!

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