Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1898 - 1698: Unreasonable Adults

In the end, everyone decided to pickle salted duck eggs.

No other reason, mainly because the yellow mud dug up by the men with tremendous effort shouldn’t go to waste. Moreover, there wasn’t much time left, and the remaining activities weren’t quite fulfilling (this is the main reason).

In short, it was said that the big yellow dog was one of the treasures Song Tan picked up not long after returning to the village last year. Even Yun Feng envied it to the point of drooling:

Why do all the stray dogs he encounters have short legs and mixed breeds?

Lun Chuan thought about it: "Large dogs like this aren’t typically kept in the city, so it’s naturally harder to come across them."

"This is a native dog of our area! Banning them makes absolutely no sense!"

Among all those pet dogs, is there any that can compare to how sturdy and easy to raise the native dogs are? They’re not picky with leftovers, loyal to their owners, and don’t destroy the house...

Everyone sighed!

But living in the city isn’t easy. Considering the limited space and the current routine and energetic children, they temporarily decided not to add the difficulty of raising pets.

Thus, after regretfully looking at them a few more times, they took out their phones to snap pictures, and reluctantly decided to pickle salted duck eggs.

As for Lao Song’s family, once the duck eggs reached a certain number, they would gather them and process them at the factory, rarely pickling them at home.

Wu Lan prepared the tools for a good while before she’s ready, pondering: "They find even pickling salted duck eggs fascinating. How about I teach them how to make soy sauce next?"

Song Tan thought for a bit: "The temperature is too high now, and there’s plenty of sauce. No need to rush—later let Qiaoqiao teach them to make rice wine and dry eggplant."

These are simple and easy to do, the sauce needs to be steamed, cooked, dried, and fermented, not to mention the long time span, and some steps require watching over the kids, which is exhausting.

"Sure."

Wu Lan agreed briskly, and at the moment, she was amused: "No kids return to our village, seeing them so lively, it’s adorable!"

After thinking, she added: "That one called Tuo is no good, glad he’s not my child. They’re a bit much at this age!"

While tutting: "If they were put in the village, they’d surely get a good beating, let’s see if they learn a lesson..."

Song Tan thought about He Kuang’s look when he’s about to use the rope, it doesn’t seem like he hasn’t hit them before.

However, hitting kids, afraid if it’s too severe, problems like a fever would arise, making adults and children rush to the hospital late at night.

If it’s too light, judging by He Tuo’s attitude, it’s likely he remembers the lesson but not the beating.

To add to that—

Song Tan asked curiously: "Mom, has there ever been a child that can’t be disciplined even with a beating?"

Of course, there has!

"That child of Zhou Shunshui, when he was little, nearly drowned in the pond, and after barely getting rescued, they gave him a good beating once his health recovered—if you saw it, it was harsh, dragged by the ear to the pond and whipped directly with a belt, the child screamed and got a fever again..."

"It was useless; the second time he nearly drowned again, luckily he was saved again..."

Otherwise, how would those two endure!

Song Tan vaguely recalled seeing Zhou Shunshui’s son during the New Year. The young man now found a reasonable job in the city, with the couple supporting a mortgage and raising a kid, with a second-hand car, living tightly.

But he seems reliable with his work, hardly reminiscent of his mischievous childhood.

In any case, thank heavens their Qiaoqiao is such a precious, considerate child.

...

The freshly dug yellow mud had been sun-dried for the afternoon and is fully dry now. The high temperature had killed many germs and insect eggs. By the time they arrived at Lao Song’s place, Wu Lan had prepared several large sieves:

"Come on, sieve through the leaves, stones, or whatever in this yellow mud—the men should do it, right? You have short hair, it’s easier to wash, this stuff is so dusty, don’t get it all over your body and face."

Saying that, she handed over a few masks.

The men: ...let’s do it!

Indeed, their short hair is easier to wash, and now they settled in the yard and got started.

Meanwhile, in the yard, Wu Lan brought out a few stools: "The cooled boiled water had been boiled and aired the whole afternoon, let’s wash the duck eggs now."

Everyone shook their piece of a loofah gourd lightly scrubbing the duck eggs, after cleaning each one, they’d wipe it and let it dry on the sieve beside.

It’s still over 30 degrees now, leave them for a short while, once the yellow mud is mixed well, it can be used immediately.

This job can be done by adults and children alike, but because the duck eggs are big, children might not have a firm grip or apply uneven pressure and break them, hence, they were assigned a more important task—

Preparing the yellow mud.

Of course, the yellow mud hasn’t been sieved yet, so they first took a bag of salt, letting the children dissolve it evenly in the cool boiled water.