Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 115.2

The owner responsible for the plowing had heard rumors about how good the food at Song Tan’s house was but hadn’t believed them—after all, who in the countryside hadn’t tasted this food? But today, the aromas overwhelmed him, and he immediately regretted it, wishing he could slap himself twice!

—Blame yourself for being picky, blame yourself for trying to mooch food!

The smell of the purple vetch was distinctly different; how much good stuff had he missed out on?

He recalled driving the plowing machine yesterday, ruthlessly burying all of it in the soil. Now, his hands and feet trembled with anger—

If only he had been willing to cut a basket of it!

Just then!

Suddenly, from the back mountain, there were shouts, and cries!

The sounds were both pitiful and filled with terror. Everyone’s expressions grew serious. Song Sancheng instantly jumped up, “My pigs!”

The back mountain held all his treasures, fed one scoop at a time, so he couldn’t afford even the slightest loss!

Qiao Qiao had never fed the pigs, but he had his chicks, ducks, his friends Big White and King, and his newfound composting helper—the pig manure!

They were all up on the mountain!

At this moment, he also jumped up.

His face turned red as he hesitated over which one to claim first.

“My King?” “My Big White?” “My pig manure and poultry?”

After a moment of silence, the shouting from the back mountain grew louder, and no one could sit still any longer; they all rushed outside.

Turning around the back mountain, they didn’t even have time to marvel at the few buzzing beehives on the side of the path before two dusty, disheveled women suddenly emerged from the woods, looking utterly embarrassed.

They were crying out loud as they stumbled down the hill.

When they saw people, they collapsed onto the ground.

“What were you… what were you doing?”

Eldest Song was barely containing his anger; even his voice trembled.

Mao Li shouted, “Almost… almost died, we were nearly killed!”

Sun Yanyan’s face was filled with fear, her eyeliner smeared with tears, “Exactly, Dad, you have no idea, there’s a monster on the back mountain, and it’s terrifying!”

As soon as she spoke, there was a rustling sound in the forest again. Everyone held their breath, while Sun Yanyan and Mao Li huddled together, looking like frightened birds.

Then, a loud “quack-quack-quack” broke the silence, and a white head with a little yellow hat emerged.

Big White saw Qiao Qiao and quickly spread its wings, puffed out its chest, and waddled over.

Though just a goose, it had the imposing aura of a thousand-strong army.

Qiao Qiao cheered and squatted down with open arms; the two buddies embraced as usual.

Only then did Big White calm down.

…Really?

It was just an ordinary white goose, not even a lion-headed goose—was it necessary to scream like that?

Everyone’s gaze turned strangely towards the mother and daughter-in-law pair.

Just then, there was a slight rustling from the bushes.

Song Tan looked up and saw a huge dog’s head emerging quietly, watching the group.