Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1899 - 1698: Unreasonable Adults (2)

Add as much yellow mud as you filter from outside directly into the basin.

The children are full of energy and don’t find going back and forth with the basin to fill it with yellow mud to be a trivial task; instead, they do it with great enthusiasm.

From the sparse and murky yellow mudwater, it gradually becomes thicker, and soon it becomes laborious to mix the yellow mud...

Finally, the children’s clothes, arms, faces, and hands are all covered with yellow mud, and all the mud has been poured in, leaving only a dense and heavy slurry of yellow mud in the large basin in front of them.

But it’s thicker than regular mud to ensure it can coat the duck eggs adequately.

Qiaoqiao brought out a pottery jar from the house and also scooped out a small bucket of plant ash.

The 100 or so duck eggs are divided, with each adult taking 10 and each child 5, as everyone sits around the materials in a large, relaxed circle, with no emphasis on efficiency.

Yet, the advantage is that everyone can participate.

Little teacher Qiaoqiao took action decisively, solemnly taking a washed and dried duck egg, rolling it around the basin of liquor in front, and then into the mud basin where it was immediately covered with yellow mud.

But that wasn’t enough.

He reached in and added an extra thick layer of yellow mud to cover the duck egg—

"See! It’s done like this!"

The prepared plant ash was spread at the bottom of a clean jar, where the mud-coated duck egg was gently placed:

"Actually, you can just bury it in the mud basin, but cleaning it afterward is a bit of work. Mom said she would clean them thoroughly before sending them to you, so we’re putting them in separate jars."

He also reminded, "Once you fill a layer of duck eggs, make sure to sprinkle the plant ash again!"

But nobody was focusing on this detail right now, as everyone felt surprised and a bit embarrassed:

"You’re sending them to us? That’s so generous."

Song Tan laughed, "Don’t worry about it, we send packages often; it’s no big deal. Besides, you and the kids made these; wouldn’t you want to try them together? Eating them here just doesn’t have the same significance."

Oh my! Oh my!

Even though she thought all food tasted the same, after being with Lun Chuan for a while and hearing him talk about rituals and meaning, bringing it up really heightened everyone’s sense of surprise.

Indeed, some meanings become truly interesting when you pay attention to them.

With that said, everyone enriched their enthusiasm, and their actions while covering the eggs with mud became especially careful and precise, like thin or thick layers might affect the result.

Yun Danqing, typically a gentle and obedient little lady, was now covered in mud on her face, hair, and clothes.

Her mother glanced at her messy state and was already planning to wash the clothes in a basin before putting them in the washing machine—

Otherwise, with all that muddy water, how could she feel okay about putting it in the machine?

The mud-covered little lady eagerly asked, "When will these salted duck eggs be ready?"

Qiaoqiao thought for a moment, "Now that it’s hot, they’ll be ready in a month!"

He even calculated precisely, "You’ll be playing here for another half month, resting at home for a week, then after another week, you’ll receive them!"

Qin Beibei then asked, "Mom, can we stay and play for a month, then take the duck eggs with us?"

Even He Tuo nodded, "I want to take the yellow mud with me! I’ll show it to my brothers—Ow!"

Mrs. He slapped the back of his head, "And where do you plan to wash that mud in our house? What if the drain gets clogged?"

"So young, and yet with these brothers of yours..."

She felt exasperated with her son and looked at the duck egg covered in thick mud in her hand; it wouldn’t do to take the mud back!

Wu Lan laughed, "Of course, you can’t take the mud with you. This yellow mud won’t dry in a month, and breaking it up could easily clog a drain..."

Living in the city is not so convenient. If they hadn’t mentioned it, she wouldn’t have thought of it.

But here, it’s easy enough to just dump a whole basin of yellow mud water onto the roadside.

It didn’t take long for each person, with up to 10 duck eggs in hand, to finish at a slow pace. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Finally, the rest of the plant ash was poured into the jar, and Qiaoqiao sealed it up and moved it effortlessly to the kitchen corner.

Qin Yun watched from the side: the jar was made of pottery and heavy. Moreover, it was packed full with yellow mud-coated duck eggs, yet it seemed Qiaoqiao hardly strained himself at all!

"Oh!" He sighed, "I used to be this strong when I was young."

His wife glanced at him and smiled without saying a word.