Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1850 - 1673: High-Energy Kids (Still 6,000 Words)
In Yunqiao Village, outside of the peak flowering season, the scenery is quite ordinary.
After all, if there were even a slight charm to the place, it wouldn’t have been overlooked when tourism development efforts were booming throughout the regions a couple of years ago. There wouldn’t even be many self-driving cars coming here.
It’s the same now.
Ordinary asphalt roads, ordinary forests on both sides, ordinary shrubs, wild grasses, farmlands, vegetable gardens, and wasteland...
But, they can’t resist the abundant fruit harvest!
Amidst the greenery that everyone is used to seeing, the deep and shallow fruits and leaves can still bring a different kind of satisfaction.
Perhaps that’s what agricultural civilization is all about, nothing is more thrilling and joyful for the soul than a bountiful harvest.
The children are wide-eyed, calling out in amazement, clearly having never seen such a vast agricultural base.
Even the elders are equally astonished, seemingly reminded of long-lost rural times.
The tricycle gradually moves forward, even at a slow pace, leaving the crowd far behind.
Qiaoqiao is in the cart at the back chatting with the other children:
"My name is Qiaoqiao, Song Qiaoqiao. What are your names?"
"My name is Beibei. I also have an endless name called Qin Yizhang..."
"My name is He Luo, my mom calls me He Tuo..."
"My name is Yun Danqing."
Song Tan listens beside them, able to discern the children’s level of education just from their introductions without having to look.
Indeed, Qiaoqiao is already exclaiming: "Wow, your names all seem so hard to write..."
Unlike him, whose full name has just two characters, so simple.
He Luo laughs heartily, showing a missing tooth: "Mine is easy to write too!"
Qiaoqiao curiously asks: "Then why does your mom call you He Tuo?"
"My mom says I have boundless energy!"
The little gentleman proudly puffs out his chest, pretending not to see the looks of exasperation from He Kuang and his wife, who have finally caught up.
Because the reason why he’s called He Tuo is—
A top that needs to be spun, always wandering around, just like all of his excess energy, exhausting everyone...
This is not an exaggeration. Four adults take one child to the mall, and they almost lose him every time. This little guy runs loose and hides in every nook and cranny, making him hard to find.
But Qiaoqiao has never seen such a child’s power; he’s just strangely impressed: "I’ve never spun a top before..."
He Tuo doesn’t hesitate: "Then you can snap a branch, I’ll squat down for you to spin, and I can whirl around for you..." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Really?!
Qiaoqiao stares wide-eyed, feeling the urge as he looks at the branch beside him.
Song Tan: ... The kids’ parents aren’t here yet!
"Maybe spin it later..." she advises.
Qiaoqiao is very obedient. He momentarily gives up on that and turns to ask thoughtfully:
"We have dogs on the mountain, are you scared?"
"My puppies are all my good friends, you won’t bully them, right? If you do, I won’t play with you next time."
"Do you know how to collect vegetables? You need to wear gloves; otherwise, the cucumber leaves have thorns that will prick you."
The tough-skinned farmers don’t mind, but children have tender skin; if they get scratched by corn stalks or pricked by thorns on cucumber stems and leaves, they might feel uncomfortable.
Surrounded by three kids, talking about dogs and fields, his expression gradually becomes lively too.
...
The tricycle doesn’t go fast; Lun Chuan and others lagging behind on the uphill take the opportunity to glance at the sparse vegetable patches and peach forest on both sides.
Now as they leisurely come up, they see Qiaoqiao has already equipped them with thick gloves.
They are the common labor protection gloves kept in the mountains; they hang loosely on children’s hands but are fastened with rubber bands.
The parents pause, having clearly not thought to prepare these.
But the efficient wife of Qin Yun has already opened her phone: "We’re going to be here for a while, I’ll buy a few pairs online now..."
With quick delivery nowadays, it takes only a day or two, so it doesn’t delay anything.
The children, arriving in a new place with the guidance of their older brother, find everything fascinating.
Now tossing the excess fabric of the gloves, giggling, full of anticipation.
They’ve even dragged out a basket larger than their bodies.
Childlike banter, innocent voices:
"I’m going to collect a basket!"
"I can collect a basket too!"
"I can collect 10 baskets!"
"You’re bragging, my dad can collect ten baskets!"
"My dad can collect 100 baskets!"
The youngest one evidently loses balance in the competitive boast, unfamiliar with three-digit numbers like 100. Now he purses his lips and stamps his bright little shoes on the grass:
"My dad can come and eat all your baskets!"
All the dads: ...
