Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 187 - . Have another bun Please vote for a monthly
Chapter 187: 187. Have another bun [Please vote for a monthly ticket]_1
Chapter 187: 187. Have another bun [Please vote for a monthly ticket]_1
Song Tan still didn’t know he had already amassed a large number of potential customers.
At this point, his vegetable selling group had nearly five hundred members, and basically none of them were lurking, they were all repeat customers.
Entering April, nearly every day people were asking, “When will you continue selling vegetables?”
Clearly, the world had long suffered from a dearth of vegetables!
But rushing the sale of vegetables was not something that could be done.
The little bok choy, which had the shortest growing period, had only just sprouted a few leaves and hadn’t reached their biggest size.
Song Tan had no choice but to pretend not to see the group messages, focusing instead on overseeing Qiaoqiao’s studies every day.
When Xin Jun came, his true purpose was actually for the sake of the vegetables and to escape a dull career as a waiter.
But when he got up at six o’clock in the morning, in sync with the biological clock of Song Tan’s family, smelling the freshness in the air, and looking at the squirrels on the wall that were becoming sleeker by the day, not to mention the satisfying deep sleep from the previous night…
“Teacher, do you drink corn porridge?”
Qiaoqiao stood by the stove with a serious look, wearing an apron, holding a large bowl, and asking him.
All of Xin Jun’s thoughts were thrown to the back of his mind:
“Eat!”
…
Though it was all rural farm life, the routine here was radically different from his family’s farm resort.
At his family’s farm resort, it was impossible to rest before midnight.
The staff could start work at nine, but being one of the bosses, he had to go out to purchase vegetables that weren’t delivered by seven o’clock.
And here?
After nine in the evening, lights were out in most of the rooms, and the whole village settled into silence.
He hadn’t planned to sleep so early, but there he was, his iPad propped up on the table, and before he knew it, he was asleep. He automatically woke up just past five in the morning, his mind clearer than it had ever been, his body feeling lazy and soft, as if he had relaxed from inside out.
It showed that working away from home was actually a divine lifestyle, while life at his own place was the plight of a corporate drone!
So, he sent a message to his mother early in the morning:
“Mom, I’ve already come to the boss’s place. It’s really a remote mountain village with inconvenient transportation. But I’ve also found out that the boss’s family has planted a lot of things, and they’re about to be harvested. I’ll wait here for now.”
His mother, being a sound sleeper, wouldn’t hear the message alert, so he didn’t need to pick a particular time to send messages.
Who would have thought that the next moment he’d receive a reply:
“Good! Make sure you build a good relationship and buy a lot. Mom wants to expand our villa. But son, once you’re done, hurry back. Without you at home, I was up counting the books until past eleven last night. The egg delivery person didn’t show up this morning and there was no one to deal with it… Sigh, the store manager and the accountant both said they have a lot of work and need a raise—Son, you save mom ten thousand yuan a month!”
The 59-second voice message mercilessly demonstrated how Xin Jun was worked to the bone at home.
He numbly crawled out of bed, held his toothbrush cup, squatted outside in the bushes to rinse his mouth, and once everything was ready, holding that bowl of thick yellow corn porridge, that’s when he truly felt alive.
Consequently, he grabbed another steaming hot bun for himself and mumbled through a mouthful:
“Song Tan, here’s the thing, my teaching experience isn’t quite enough, and Qiaoqiao can’t really keep up with the pace of regular students’ courses. How about I spend a couple of days getting to know his abilities first, and after two days when formal classes start, we can talk about my salary, how does that sound?”
He sincerely wanted to teach Qiaoqiao well, but following the rhythms of other students definitely wouldn’t work.
After all, Qiaoqiao had chores to do at home, and he needed to learn about cooking. Academic credentials and certifications were actually secondary.
Ultimately, everything he learned was really about adding weight to his future life, so the modes and timing of his learning needed to be more adaptive.
Song Tan was overjoyed, “Great! Teacher Xin, you take charge!”
The more cautious they are, the more it proves they care, a logic everyone understands.
Song Sancheng and Wu Lan were beside themselves with happiness. “Teacher Xin, forget about calculating salary in a couple of days, starting from today you are Qiaoqiao’s teacher—come, have a bun!”
Xin Jun laughed and accepted it. “Actually, I was attracted by the food at your household.”
At this, Seventh Uncle also laughed happily. “Here, have another bun!”
This was the traditional northern-style big bun, filled with glass noodles, egg, and lard crumbs, plus the previously frozen Milk Vetch powder!
So delicious!
Xin Jun struggled to take another—although he was full, he felt he could still eat!
Qiaoqiao blinked. “Aren’t we having a lesson today?”
Xin Jun nodded. “Right, the teacher would like to first see how well Qiaoqiao has completed his work.”
Qiaoqiao looked towards Song Tan, puzzled. “But sister said that she is the boss, and she is responsible for checking Qiaoqiao’s work, and then she’ll pay the salary.”
“Teacher, will you also pay me after checking my work?”
Ah, this.
Xin Jun gave a thumbs-up to Qiaoqiao’s logic and then spoke seriously, “Your sister is the principal; she is the one to pay me, the teacher. Me teaching Qiaoqiao is part of my job. The salary for the work you do, Qiaoqiao, is because you go to school and work at the same time, earning for your sister.”
This speech with its changing roles confounded anyone listening.
But Qiaoqiao grasped it immediately:
“I got it! The teacher teaches Qiaoqiao to get paid, and Qiaoqiao also gets paid for working for sister. Sister is both the principal and the boss.”
Only then did Xin Jun truly feel amazed. “Qiaoqiao is so smart!”
Regret emerged at the same time. “If only he could have gone to school earlier…”
If he could have started school earlier, this boy with a cognitive disability but complete logical thinking could perhaps already be able to go out and work.
For a peasant family, being able to go out and work alone is proof enough to the neighboring villages of one’s ability to survive independently! He grew up in a village too and understood the importance of it.
But Song Tan knew something for certain: Qiaoqiao used to be smart, but not smart to this extent. And then there were Wu Lan’s and Song Sancheng’s increasingly black hair and ruddy complexions…
The wisps of Spiritual Energy she harnessed during her nightly cultivation were indeed helpful.
However, regarding Xin Jun’s regrets, Song Sancheng shook his head:
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“Teacher Xin, years ago we were very poor. If Qiaoqiao were to go to school, we could only send him out to schools far away—”
The village school had been gone for many years. Sending him to the town, the folks there would probably take him for the money, but, the primary schools in the town had rules that students from nearby villages had to board after the third grade.
With eating, brushing teeth, bathing, and showering, he was slow to act, unable to keep up first of all.
Secondly, coming back home once a week, how could Song Sancheng dare!
“With him like that, going out surely meant he’d be wronged, and he might not even realize when he was bullied. His mother and I just couldn’t bear it.”
“It’s quite good this way, the child is happy, and we are at ease.”
Of course, Song Sancheng didn’t want to spoil the child and sacrifice the future for temporary comfort. He and his wife had originally planned to teach him a bit themselves when they had time at home.
Although it wouldn’t be much, persistance over many years would surely lead to something learned.
Qiaoqiao was fair, good-looking, and obedient; he was easy to coax and deceive. To send him off to a closed environment in an outside school, as his parents, they didn’t dare!
