Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1848 - 1672: Making Friends

Then it couldn’t possibly have been stolen by a person.

First of all, you can only get across the river on a boat from this side, and it’s really easy to slip into the river if you try to go over the mountain on the other side.

All for a few undergrown shrimps and crabs, who on earth would be that bored?

Besides, Big White and the others are there every day, leading the ducks as they swim back and forth. If there was any disturbance, they would have made a racket long ago.

With that loud voice of its, cawing across the river like a goose, it wouldn’t be scared of not getting the owner’s attention.

As for the waters outside of the canyon that don’t belong to the Song Family...that’s even less likely, since there’s a net fence set up there.

Qiaoqiao raised her hand: "It must have been waterbirds that ate them."

Both mother and daughter agreed with this statement.

It was probably the waterbirds.

The place where the shrimps and crabs are farmed is shallow and muddy, so if a long-beaked bird pokes in, it’s bound to get something.

However, most of these birds are more herbivorous or omnivorous, and rather than eating those, they’d prefer to catch small fish in the river, which is why Song Sancheng didn’t notice for a long time.

Even if he had noticed, it was just a trivial loss of a few shrimps and crabs, not worth mentioning.

Song Sancheng thought the same.

Then he sighed: "Big White is just too fat; along with Goose Sister, they’re too heavy to fly. Otherwise, those waterbirds wouldn’t stand a chance."

"Let’s not hope for that."

Song Tan and Qiaoqiao started another conversation: "Many birds are protected species. Pluck a couple down, and we’d have to call the Forestry Bureau..."

On the riverside beach currently under their hands, one Guoyi long-tailed pheasant family was already incubating a second batch of eggs.

And then there’s another Guoyi Mandarin duck, mixing daily with the duck flock, so Chen Xi has to be extra careful when catching ducks, lest he catches the wrong one.

You can’t get rid of these little rascals, and while they don’t eat much, they’re just in the way...

Thinking about it, Song Sancheng could only let go of the shrimps and crabs left as remnants.

...

On an early July morning, when the morning light pierced through the misty mountains, the lush greenery of distant forests and the undulating landscapes of fields and scenery nearby came into view.

Looking down again, the back garden’s diverse flowers swayed gently in the wind with morning dew, their red, orange, yellow, green, light purple, blue, and green colors providing a unique mood.

The first to wake up, Mr. Yun and Mrs. Yun opened the window and took a deep breath, not feeling the heat at all. Instead, they felt relaxed and invigorated, yesterday’s fatigue having vanished.

Everyone simply concluded—

"Living in the countryside is healthier."

Exactly!

And there’s more to staying at this bed and breakfast than meets the eye. Although their son and his friends are well-off, staying for free would inevitably feel like they’re imposing, which would be uncomfortable to some extent.

But they paid for the room as usual, and meals depended on friendship. Now that the extended family was staying here, they couldn’t feel more at ease!

Clearly, they have good relationships with these friends too.

Looking at Lun Jing, who, despite being not much younger than them, seemed to belong to the next generation, Mrs. Yun felt a tinge of envy:

"Not having to worry about kids makes you feel young."

Lun Jing was strolling around and couldn’t resist waving when she saw them:

"Would you like some lotus seeds?"

At those words, Mr. Yun and Mrs. Yun, who weren’t even hungry, blurted out without thinking:

"Sure!"

They weren’t afraid of disturbing anyone.

Given the heat, everyone would sleep with the windows closed and the air conditioning on, and the room had good soundproofing too.

Moreover, even though it was only 5 o’clock, the sky was already bright. Judging from the sleep quality of everyone who had gone to bed around nine last night, it seemed just about time to wake up.

For people like He Kuang and Qin Yun, who were night owls, they got up quickly at the thought of the surprising breakfast waiting for them.

Adjust your schedule! They must adjust their schedule! They couldn’t keep living with their days and nights upside down.

When they headed downstairs, they saw around twenty people already seated in the courtyard.

The children were each holding a small, fresh green lotus pod, earnestly popping out the seeds and placing them in a plate, highlighting the theme: individual efforts feeding the whole family.

But they seemed to enjoy it, clearly indulging in the rural setting and its rural pleasures.

Amid the laughter, the youngest girl stuck out her tongue: "Bitter."

The lotus seeds were sweet, but the cores were a bit bitter, so Qin Yun quickly offered her hand: "Then spit it out."

But the girl shook her head: "Bitter, but tasty."

The little girl’s grandma laughed: "Exactly, these lotus seeds are good. They’re tasty even when bitter, eat some more, it’s fine."

"But don’t eat too much," advised Lun Chuan, "We have other things."

The lotus pods came from a small basket that Chen Chi brought in the morning. But since it wasn’t mealtime yet, besides these, there was also a basket of freshly squeezed rice stalks from the other day on the table.