Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1894 - 1695: The Useless Physique of Adults
Lun Chuan’s words sounded downright condescending.
Qin Yun swung the empty bucket noisily: "I might not be as strong as you, who works out every day, but I’m still a man. Can’t you be a bit more objective with your words?"
The empty bucket was a leftover paint bucket from when the house was being built, lined up along with several others at home, handy for any needs, and now perfect for carrying yellow mud.
Walking through the mountain woods, the three complained as they swung the bucket together, the clanging metal echoing loudly. Lun Chuan’s smile turned subtle:
"You guys don’t think I’m being unbiased, or do you?"
Just from running 10km they’d be panting like hot dogs. How heavy was a bucket of yellow mud? How would the rugged downhill path be managed? Perhaps no one had a clue!
Qiaoqiao led the way, and seeing Brother Lun Chuan being doubted, he shouted loudly: "I can carry two buckets!"
Not only that, but on his shoulders were two metal buckets hooked with two iron shovels.
Yun Feng’s face turned hot.
They hadn’t noticed before, but Qiaoqiao actually carried the most, at least they could hold the shovels themselves!
But now, as everyone sweated increasingly, they were already halfway up the mountain, the unobstructed sun beaming down, the heat penetrating even their sun-protection gear.
He Kuang, who was rounder, awkwardly brushed the sweat from his forehead with his shoulder: "It’s really hot!"
Lun Chuan, with a small fan hanging from his neck, stood by laughing: "It’s 37° today, still manageable... come on, men, grab the shovel, give it some strength."
The three glared at him: "How can you just stand there watching Qiaoqiao work?"
Qiaoqiao seemed puzzled: "Why should Brother feel embarrassed?"
"Digging yellow mud is my job. It’s your request to come dig at noon, Uncle."
"It’s unrelated to Brother Lun Chuan, he, of course, need not do it."
"Otherwise, if you felt embarrassed about doing everything in the future, it’d be too tiring."
Though young, he was quite reasonable, rendering everyone silent. Only Qin Yun grasped the key:
"Last time I visited, you promised not to call me uncle anymore. If you insist on calling me uncle, I’ll call you Brother Lun Chuan’s big nephew."
"Oh." Qiaoqiao glanced at him, then at He Kuang, then Yun Feng, finally turning back to Lun Chuan, a bit aggrieved: "Alright, Brother."
Qin Yun’s blood pressure was surging!
Though they might not have been so good-looking, or had upright figures, or outstanding charisma, nor maintained as well as Lun Chuan, it shouldn’t be so humiliating to be called brother!
For a man, the most important thing is responsibility!
He angrily stomped the shovel into the ground, stepping forcefully, smoothly digging up a hefty chunk of yellow mud.
This dense yellow mud was swiftly shoveled into the metal bucket, the empty bucket slightly wobbling for a moment, boosting Qin Yun’s confidence.
With just this metal bucket, filling it wouldn’t take much, watch and see!
While he labored intensely, He Kuang and Yun Feng wouldn’t fall behind.
In the scorching midday, the three foolish men were here stomping on shovels, sweating profusely, while Qiaoqiao wasn’t as hardworking, occasionally glancing back at them...
Oh!
Teacher Xin was right, adults being stubborn really was intense.
Don’t underestimate this soil digging work, but it depends on under what circumstances.
Usually inactive, feeble adults would have their heads rush with blood suddenly bending and exerting force to lift a shovel.
Especially when trying to shovel uphill, requiring sudden strength.
The mountain soil wasn’t easily dug like the carefully cultivated farmland sandy loam.
Plus, under the high-temperature heat wave, after nearly filling one bucket, Qin Yun was feeling faint.
Really?
He pondered: Is my health really that bad?
Thinking back to his last run half a year ago, his nervousness transitioned into slight panic:
No way, he had to endure.
If he truly couldn’t manage, it’d be too embarrassing!
Feeling that way, He Kuang, round as he was, panted heavy as a cow similarly.
They’d scaled the mountain, trekked winding paths, and now felt difficulty continuing, though not entirely unsustainable, it was quite unpleasant.
Only Yun Feng, due to working daily, lived regularly, exercised a bit, but even then, exerting so much in the heat was unpleasant.
Lun Chuan watched them grit their teeth, none willing to easily concede, and glanced at the slowly working Qiaoqiao—strong as he was, shoveling out large chunks with each swing, albeit not quickly, his efficiency surpassed theirs.
Never mind!
He thought: Brothers are brothers, in front of the kid, can’t let them lose face.
At that moment, he handed over the three prepared bottles of Hui Xiang Zheng Qi Water:
"Here, everyone takes one."
And then, taking advantage of Qin Yun’s daze, took the shovel from his hands.
Found an angle and tilted it slightly into the soil, then, tightening his arms, powered through with his waist, swiftly and smoothly dug up a large chunk.
Just from watching his ease across every move, Qin Yun pocketed the bottle of Hui Xiang Zheng Qi Water, still unwillingly stomping the same spot:
"Is there some trick even to digging in specific places?"
Otherwise, how is the comparison so drastic?
Lun Chuan glanced at him smiling, then sighed: "Doctor Guo said this morning you’re physically frail, lacking energy, and denying it?"
With these words, He Kuang laughed beside him: "Oh dear, if only you’d made friends with whoever last year... once a man has low energy, it’s much safer, isn’t it?"
Qin Yun was furious: "Are you not weak? If you’re capable, stop taking those medicines." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
He Kuang lacked that capability.
Men over thirty... oh! He was normal! At least he dug yellow mud normally!
Unlike Qin Yun, where issues arose everywhere, with worse fatty liver than the rest!
Lun Chuan, hearing their chatter, thought they seemed energetic enough.
With one shovel load, his bucket was heaped high, barely shy of He Kuang’s, efficiently stopping.
No need to help Yun Feng—he was simply afraid of heat, not unable.
Just tried lifting it, this full bucket nearly tripped him over, genuinely inconvenient, let alone downhill.
"If this bucket fell..."
Before finishing, Qiaoqiao cheerfully responded:
"Unc—Brother, don’t worry, it’s fine. The wild grass here is thick, the slope not steep, won’t cause harm."
At most, a bit painful, maybe a tumble, but hardly major.
Yun Feng: ...
"Comforting, but any chance I’m afraid this yellow mud bucket will be lost..."
"That’s fine too."
Qiaoqiao was optimistic: "Just come back and dig again."
Yun Feng: ...
Though not as languid as Qin Yun, having to redo things in scorching midday even sounded like a dig at his robust physique!
