Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 124.2

“But…” Wu Lan pondered, a bit anxious, “Learning to cook takes talent, right? I’m worried Qiao Qiao might not have a knack for it and won’t be able to learn anything.”

Song Tan laughed.

When it came to learning a skill, Song Tan wasn’t too concerned.

“Mom, even if Qiao Qiao doesn’t have a knack for it and doesn’t learn anything, if he spends three, five, or even ten years trying, he’ll at least be able to cook for himself and take care of himself, right?”

“If he can manage that, isn’t it better than nothing?”

Now that she put it that way, it did make sense!

Wu Lan already imagined that after they were gone, Qiao Qiao, an old man living alone in this old mountain village, would keep bees and cook for himself…

Although it sounded a bit bleak, at least he could live on his own! He could already work in the fields, and if they taught him how to grow vegetables properly, he wouldn’t have anything to worry about for the rest of his life.

“Alright, I’ll call your Aunt tonight. Tomorrow, she can test Seventh Granduncle’s intentions. If it works out, take our tea leaves and honey, and speak nicely to him.”

“But, Tan Tan,” Wu Lan advised her seriously, “since you’ve made up your mind, you must follow through, no matter what happens with the house.”

“Taking care of an elder is no easy task. If it gets tough or if you feel wronged, I’ll help, but you must stay strong.”

Song Tan laughed, “Mom, I know you wouldn’t believe me if I said I’d personally take care of him. But I can earn money to hire a caregiver, and you or Dad can supervise them to make sure they’re doing their job. Do you think I can’t afford that?”

She spoke with such confidence!

Wu Lan gave her a look. “You barely scraped together enough to pay for the peach trees. What about the labor costs for tomorrow? What about the rent for the village land? How do you plan to earn that?”

At this, Song Tan was stumped.

There were so many expenses coming up, and she was currently in a gap period between crops—nothing was growing yet!

Sigh, it was all because of the village secretary. She had planned to talk about leasing the mountain next year, but they suddenly dangled such a big opportunity in front of her, and she had to take it early.

Hiring twenty people tomorrow, plus the original three uncles, would cost over three thousand yuan in wages alone. Where was she going to get this money? She really had to think about it.

After a moment, she ran back to the pond, “Yanping, tell my dad to go dig some bamboo shoots with me later!”

Spring bamboo shoots were in season right now!

Ignoring Zhang Yanping’s pained expression, Song Tan checked her phone—alright, the phone was with Qiao Qiao for the live stream.

She went home, prepared some baskets, and opened her computer. In the WeChat group, she posted a message announcing the “harvest of leeks”:

“Spring bamboo shoots are in season! 20 yuan per pound, first come, first served! Fengfeng Express delivers to your door, shipping not included.”