Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2177: Chapter 1854: So Much Money! (2)

Song Tan was asked, "Would you like to plant some small amounts of fox nuts, poria, or white hyacinth beans? Once they’re grown, I can stir-fry them with wheat bran, and we can brew some tea at home to expel dampness."

After a pause, the speaker added, "When will you harvest the lotus seeds? I can help you process the lotus seed cores."

Expelling dampness and dispelling cold seem to be a lifelong pursuit for health-conscious Chinese people. Song Sancheng’s eyes gleamed with interest as he even began discussing how much moisture Song Youde and Wang Lifan accumulated in their bodies after rice transplanting.

He even inquired if lotus seed cores could expel liver fire, without realizing how his spiritual energy cultivated such shiny black hair and deep sleep at night. Where does the liver fire come from?

Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh.

But she worked hard to earn money, mainly for the sake of her parents and family, aside from her personal pursuits—

"Sure! I’ll ask Professor Song how to arrange it."

Doctor Xiaoguo left, thoroughly satisfied.

Wu Lan was digging out cucumber cores—the high summer temperatures meant rapid growth, and cucumbers were especially productive, crop after crop.

But the problem was, there’s no sun.

This batch looks passable, but the next one might not grow well, and if it rains much longer, the cucumbers might drop off prematurely.

After pondering for a while, she discussed with Seventh Uncle about picking some of the substandard ones, using a spoon to scrape out the watery cucumber flesh (to feed pigs, cows, sheep, chickens, and ducks), and with the remaining—well, instead of drying them, they might as well be dehydrated.

Once dried, they can be made into pickles or preserved vegetables, making good use of everything.

With this plan in mind, she said, "If the rain stops by this afternoon, there’ll be quite a few people in the melon field tonight."

Seventh Uncle and Seventh Grandma were also busy, and after checking his phone, he said, "The forecast says the rain will stop at five, but it’ll continue tomorrow. My quilt is all damp."

Oh my!

This is a big deal!

Elderly people have weakened immunity, and damp environments can lead to ailments like rheumatism, not to mention skin problems.

Seventh Uncle was here to help take care of Qiaoqiao and enjoy a peaceful retirement. But with Qiaoqiao away, Song Tan quickly sent a message:

"Qiaoqiao, Seventh Uncle said it’s been raining continuously, and the bedding and sheets are damp. Do you have any solutions?"

Qiaoqiao was busy counting money!

Red bills, stack after stack, he had never seen so much money!

"This is what you deserve!"

Yang Zhengxi was also meticulously helping him organize the stacks: "In our company’s sales department, we get commissions for selling agricultural machinery. This is what you deserve, and you even sold at the original price, while we usually have to offer discounts."

For regular stores, commissions for selling large agricultural machinery aren’t calculated the same way as for small machinery, about forty thousand yuan per unit.

With direct sales from headquarters, commissions can be around fifty to sixty thousand.

But Qiaoqiao opened a brand new track for them with more straightforward clients, so Mr. Yang directly approved twenty thousand for two units.

Xiaoyang strategized and even made an appointment at the bank to withdraw the cash, giving the simple rural boy Song Qiaoqiao quite a shock!

For Qiaoqiao, this was an astronomical sum he had never seen before.

So at first, he hesitated, "I didn’t sell at the original price. You even specially applied for discount coupons..."

Yang Zhengxi blushed.

"Let’s not talk about it, let’s not mention it."

"Anyway, this is for you—but since I’m your partner, you have to treat me to a meal... Ahem, how about this, during military training, you come bring me food, so I can boost my status in front of all the new students, claiming a few godsons!"

Qiaoqiao was bewildered.

He understood treating someone to a meal and delivering things during military training, but why did Xiaoyang, being so young, need to claim godsons...

But he was too happy to question it, instead bowing his head again, both joyful and frustrated:

"I forgot where I was counting..."

"It’s okay, it’s okay!" With just this amount of cash, going back and forth counting only takes so long. He asked Qiaoqiao to start over, and just as he counted five bills, the phone rang.

Seeing who it was—

Qiaoqiao unhesitatingly sent a voice message:

[Sister! I made a lot of money! I saw their huge washing machine and dryer at Xiaoyang’s house. I’ll buy one for Seventh Uncle! And one for our home!]

[I have a lot of money now, but I haven’t finished counting. Just wait until I’m done...]

[Xiaoyang said when I finish counting, he would quickly take me to the bank to deposit it, and said the bank people will ask a lot of questions, telling me to memorize the answers...]

[Sister, I’m so busy right now, I’ll talk to you tonight!]

Without needing to say anything, little flattery expert Yang Zhengxi already quickly sent over several photos from various angles.

Given Qiaoqiao’s situation, he naturally needed to report everything to his sister!

Seeing Qiaoqiao cheerfully lying by the bed, earnestly counting money—well!

The kid’s grown up, it’s about time he gained more experience.

Song Tan walked over to Seventh Uncle, phone in hand, and casually picked up a cucumber, crunching it:

"Seventh Uncle, our Qiaoqiao wants to buy you a dryer!"

After replaying the voice message, Seventh Uncle and Seventh Grandma were grinning ear to ear:

"This kid, they do teach on those short videos that turning the air conditioner to dehumidify works fine. It’s just clothes drying slowly, they’re not impossible to dry, and it’s not easy for the child to earn some money, why spend it on that?"

Song Tan: ???

Seventh Uncle, are you serious? Why is it not easy for the child to earn money? Don’t just say things because you’re getting on in years!

She smiled, nodding along, "Indeed, it’s not easy for Qiaoqiao to have some money, if you don’t want a dryer, then let him buy for our home—three floors, one on each floor..."

How can that be?

Seventh Uncle got serious: "Tantan, it’s hard for Qiaoqiao to earn money, don’t waste it. Isn’t there a dryer stacked on top of your washing machine? It’s only been in use for a year, no need to waste."

But by the end of it, he was also smiling.