Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2157: Chapter 1839: Old Master Qing Tang

Liu Baoni, who made a mistake, could only accept it.

What else could she do?

On one side was Old Master Qing Tang, on the other was her beloved granddaughter.

She muttered: "Well, I didn’t expect this baby to be so strong..."

But her granddaughter was still staring at her seriously, clearly without a doubt about what the official said.

Liu Baoni had to stammer: "Well, Song Tan, I... I... Ahem! I was wrong!"

The last three words were especially forceful.

And regarding the harm to the baby, since neither side was wrong and only she was, she had to go back and cut some good grass for the baby as compensation!

"Wait!" Song Tan stopped her, then squatted down and looked at her:

"Baby’s mama, although our Big White wasn’t wrong in this matter, your family’s baby is indeed not very resilient—how about this! We have some good goose fodder here, I’ll give you a pot of it!"

This is actually available, although Big White usually manages on its own, Yan Ran and others have arranged scientific nutritional ratios.

It just needs to be mixed on the spot.

She immediately messaged Chen Xi, then said:

"Alright, bring your baby to the Riverside Beach, find Uncle Chen Xi there to get a pot of fodder, and have Big White take a look, maybe next time it won’t bite so hard."

Receiving the message, Chen Xi was amused: Qiaoqiao isn’t here, Boss Song also has to act as the adult to politely make amends for the children.

He was currently cleaning the sheep pen, with two big rams looking at him unfavorably, always trying to sneak attack him from behind while he’s tidying up.

If he hadn’t trained to have a stable lower body and heightened vigilance, he’d have been knocked flying by now.

But facing Chen Chi, the flock of sheep behaved obediently.

Hmph!

He, a dignified seven-foot man, naturally grows more courageous with setbacks. The more the sheep try to mess around, the more Chen Xi stays put.

Now delegating the task:

"Chen Chi, a little girl will be coming soon with a little goose. Mix a pot of goose feed for her to take home."

"Okay."

In the field of farming, Chen Chi is now an expert too.

He doesn’t understand scientific proportions, but he meticulously executes the specified amounts (a handful, a pinch, a pile).

Last night, he harvested some ryegrass to dry overnight for the cattle and sheep, grabs a handful, and chops it up.

Grabs a handful of water hyacinth collected from the river.

A large handful of rice bran, a small handful of dried shrimp, a handful of bean pulp from Aunt Zhang Hong, adds the bone powder stored at home, and a bit of salt, pinches a small pinch of sand...

Finally, he adds a handful of dried corn kernels—this was purely bought from outside; last year’s harvest wasn’t enough for their own use, and this year’s was even less.

In short, by the time Liu Baoni arrives with her granddaughter, the little girl had already forgotten the previous unpleasantness, instead admiring the lotus and leaves swaying in the rain, and the grassy Riverside Beach enclosed by small fences, opened her mouth:

"Wow! So beautiful."

Then asks: "Grandma, why doesn’t our family lease such a beautiful place? I want to lease it too."

Liu Baoni instinctively wanted to say: "You want it? Then go get it!"

But she caught herself, realizing this was her granddaughter, not her son, so she pinched her voice:

"Oh my, someone else leased it first, grandma was a step late, so we didn’t get it."

The little girl sighed: In kindergarten, it was also whoever lined up first got to play on the slide first.

She asked again: "Is that goose feed particularly tasty? Their fierce geese grow so large... Will our baby grow that big too??"

She gestured with her hands.

Liu Baoni really couldn’t guarantee.

Because of Big White’s size, it is evidently top-grade among geese, this weight, this physique, if sold outside, one goose could equal two.

But this shouldn’t be said in front of Qiaoqiao, even jokingly he would get upset.

Looking at her granddaughter who already called herself baby’s mama, she groped to learn the new generation’s parenting concepts, and responded:

"That’s hard to say, their goose feed is also very expensive. If our goose keeps eating it, it might grow big. But if it only eats a little bit, it might not grow that large."

Her granddaughter immediately shook her hand and whispered: "Grandma, I have money! Remember to buy feed for baby."

Liu Baoni: ...

Dear granddaughter, your little New Year’s money, grandma’s supplement is the bulk, you’d rather buy me some candy to sweeten my mouth!

She sulked saying: "They don’t sell it, their own geese barely have enough to eat."

Actually, their pigs, cattle, sheep, and chickens sell for such high prices, villagers have inquired about the feed, but Song Tan’s reply is that they added good materials, a pound costs like gold.