Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1885 - 1688: Increasing Plans_3

"Take these to the 3rd floor and put them in Qiaoqiao's study."

Seeing her move so swiftly and effortlessly, it was as if she was carrying not heavy bundles of fabric, but two balls of cotton.

As she stepped onto the stairs, Song Tan looked back at Lun Chuan:

"Don't move them, wait for me, the rope can cut your hands."

Lun Chuan: ...

After much practice, he had learned to keep a straight face.

The people around them, however, were looking at him with peculiar expressions. Qin Yun and He Kuang somewhat understood his current fragile state, but the parents had complex looks in their eyes—

This Lun Chuan, so handsome and upright, who would have thought he'd end up like this?

When he worked before, he clearly was quite muscular. Could it be that in the countryside they have useless gyms for show?

Looking at Song Tan, who had already quickly headed up the stairs, the women sighed silently:

Lun Chuan is a good person, everyone trusts his character

But no matter how much you trust him, how could this girl become so love-struck?

Oh!

Lun Chuan silently endured the crowd's strange looks, acting as if nothing was happening:

"There are probably a few hundred duck eggs coming from Riverside Beach. After the noon nap, if there's nothing else to do, shall we go to the mountain factory to make salted duck eggs?"

"There's air conditioning, and there are workers. Making salted duck eggs is a bit dirty..."

Oh, we're already in the countryside, who cares about getting dirty? 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The women were excited: "Of course, let's go!"

It's been years since we've made salted duck eggs: "Do you soak them or coat them in yellow mud?"

This time, it wasn't Lun Chuan who answered, but Qiaoqiao, adeptly and loudly chiming in: "Coat them in yellow mud!"

"I'll go up the mountain this afternoon to dig for yellow mud!"

Hearing this, Wu Lan sighed again: "Silly boy doesn't know when to rest."

Unlike her, she brought a stool to sit and clean the fish, and after cleaning just five or six, she was already impatient.

Aunt Lianhua and Seventh Grandma joined her, skillfully cleaning the fish guts while lamenting:

"Recently, these little white fish are quite expensive. I heard from the villagers that a few days ago they went to town, and it was 10 yuan per pound."

"What?!" Wu Lan exclaimed, "How could little white fish be worth 10 yuan at this time of year? It's not even winter!"

For fish farming here, they need to stock more fry to get a decent yield, which slightly raises the cost.

But summer is the prime growing season; just casting a net might catch a lot.

She muttered, "No matter how many you release, little white fish are just little white fish, how could they sell for that price?"

Of course, except for their own.

Boss Chang adored the fish they brought each time. Let alone these delicious braised little white fish, he was always eager!

...

Young guys are full of energy; let alone being in the sun, they're covered in sweat and still not willing to rest.

Not to mention those hundreds of salted duck eggs. Qiaoqiao had to use several large plastic tubs to dig up the yellow mud, then load them onto the roadside truck.

But the little girls had different questions: "If we dig yellow mud from the mountain, won't there be no soil left on the mountain?"

"Brother Qiaoqiao, I want to go too! Can I go?"

"My dad bought me a small bucket, a small shovel, and small gloves. Can I help you carry the yellow mud?"

"I also want to make salted duck eggs! But if we use so much yellow mud, what if it sticks to the eggs when we eat them?"

Yun Danqing looked at the large plastic tubs Qiaoqiao pointed at—so big!

And Qiaoqiao proudly said:

"We're digging the soil from the barren mountains, and there are several composting areas. We'll return even more nutritious and loose humus soil back. The soil won't be less, it'll be even better, and vegetables will grow super fast."

Everyone was fervently discussing and beginning to anticipate the taste of the salted duck eggs they would make themselves.

Lun Chuan sorted the car and gifts in the trunk, while Song Tan came down again, having cleared away the most difficult books.

As for the remaining cigars, wine, and supplements, there's no need to worry, Wu Lan would slowly tidy them up, surely doing it happily.

Qiaoqiao, amidst everyone's joy, frowned once again in frustration: if things keep going like this, would he ever finish writing his game plan?