Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 130.2

When she heard this, Wu Lan thought it over. Twenty thousand yuan a month would add up to over two or three hundred thousand a year. She and her husband had scrimped and saved their entire lives and only managed to save that much.

With this money, even if Tan Tan lost it all this year, they wouldn’t have to worry in the future.

Besides, given the current income of the family, even if they did lose money, it would be very limited.

With that in mind, she felt reassured. Ah, raising a daughter was indeed comforting!

At that moment, her face was full of smiles. “Are you serious? Twenty thousand a month is quite a lot! Can you really afford it now? I do have a post office card that I rarely use; it only has the agricultural subsidy of eight hundred yuan a year. I’ll give you the number when we get home.”

Her hoeing posture even seemed more relaxed now.

Song Tan agreed with a smile.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Zhang Yanping, watching from the side, was in awe.

He didn’t know why, but he felt like his sister’s way of persuading their parents was on a whole new level.

Then he imagined the same scenario with his own mother.

Hmm, better not. His mom would certainly think the money should be saved, but at the end of the day, she would still insist he take the civil service exam.

Compared to being urged to take the civil service exam, digging bamboo shoots back home didn’t seem like such hard work. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, he grabbed two more fresh bamboo shoots.

They continued working until dusk when it became too dark to see in the bamboo forest. Only then did everyone return with their baskets full.

In one afternoon, they dug up nearly four hundred pounds of bamboo shoots.

Because the spiritual energy had spurred growth, bamboo shoots were still sprouting in the bamboo forest. Song Tan thought about it and, while Wu Lan was bundling the bamboo shoots in three- or five-pound batches with rubber bands, said, “Mom, I think we can sell bamboo shoots for another two days. Let’s hire two more people to help with the digging.”

She herself had no time left.

Zhang Yanping wasn’t very helpful with manual labor.

Wu Lan was weighing the bamboo shoots — some were winter bamboo shoots, freshly dug, fat and plump. Others were already sprouted, tender and long. She mixed and matched them at will, just making sure they weighed three or five pounds per bundle.

These things were heavy, and the price of twenty yuan per pound was very tempting. Therefore, Wu Lan didn’t oppose the idea of hiring people this time.

“Then let your dad know and ask him to call more people.”

The work for tomorrow had to be arranged tonight.

After thinking about it, she added, “Don’t rush to the city tomorrow morning. Go to the town and buy more vegetables.”

“There will be a lot of people, so we need to start preparing early in the morning. We can’t wait for you to buy vegetables in the city and then come back.”

“Alright.”

Song Tan readily agreed.

She was now quite skilled at driving on the mountain road, and a round trip to town took her just half an hour.

“What kind of vegetables should I buy?”

In this season…

Wu Lan thought for a moment, “Just don’t buy garlic sprouts, lettuce, cabbage, or spinach. Everything else is fine. Other people in the village have these in their gardens, so everyone can pitch in.”