Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 134.1

The hard work of her family did not escape Song Tan’s notice.

That was why she was determined to bring Seventh Granduncle back today.

She didn’t care much about the house — who would want to live in the city?

But getting a chef in place was a must!

After all, it had to be said that hiring workers in the countryside was really difficult. Especially when it came to finding a chef who was used to cooking for large rural banquets.

Unfortunately, such people could take on business at their own homes and had no need to come work for someone else.

So, Song Hongmei’s suggestion of Seventh Granduncle was actually a very good choice.

First, Seventh Granduncle was getting older. Handling large banquets involved a lot of stress, and although he had the energy, he wasn’t willing to take on such jobs anymore.

On the other hand, he had plenty of energy for daily cooking, making him a perfect fit.

Second, Seventh Granduncle was somewhat related to her family — in the countryside, having relatives involved wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes, it was exactly what you needed. The older the elder, the more weight their words carried.

Song Tan hadn’t encountered any conflicts in her hometown so far. For one thing, the time had been short, so people hadn’t taken her seriously yet. For another, there hadn’t been any benefits attractive enough to stir trouble, so the whole village was still harmonious.

But after today, there were bound to be those who would start scheming.

With the seniority and age of Seventh Granduncle, together with her grandfather Song Youde, they were just like a powerful sword in her hand.

This was the reality of rural community dynamics.

Talking about morality and law was all well and good, but nothing was more effective than personal connections. It was like saying a local official was more useful than a distant official; the same logic applied.

Therefore, Song Tan was willing to pay generously.

“Mom, help me pack a pound of tea leaves and get two jars of honey. I need to unload the car and load the bamboo shoots,” she instructed.

Shipping alone would cost a hundred pounds. She originally planned to have the delivery boy from Fengfeng Express pick up directly from her home, but since she was already driving, it wouldn’t take much longer to swing by…

Ah, if only she had three heads and six arms!

Once she finished giving instructions, Song Tan started moving things.

When Zhou Fangjuan saw her, she gasped in surprise:

“Oh my! I never knew my niece had such strength before!”

Those plastic baskets full of bamboo shoots weighed over a hundred pounds, yet she could still easily carry them up into the back of the truck!

While Song Tan worked energetically, Wu Lan was filled with reluctance.

Giving away tea leaves and honey… by their village’s wage standards, this money could hire a chef for two or three months!

But thinking of the importance of learning a craft and Qiao Qiao’s future, she gritted her teeth and decided to go through with it.

If you don’t sacrifice the child, you can’t catch the wolf. Everyone in the village knew the character of someone like Seventh Granduncle.

With such a master, at least he wouldn’t hold back or mistreat Qiao Qiao, and he could stay under the watchful eyes of his parents…

While she thought about it, she weighed out a pound of tea leaves.

Since it was for Seventh Granduncle, she didn’t use a gift box; she simply sealed it in a plastic bag and put it in an iron tin, along with two jars of honey, and placed them in a tote bag for Qiao Qiao to carry.

Then, as the car engine started, Song Tan nodded to her mother. “Don’t worry.”

If Seventh Granduncle was really like how her aunt described, with that kind of personality, one sip of this tea, and he wouldn’t be able to leave!

But first things first, she needed to sell her bamboo shoots. Ah, just thinking about how long it had been since she’d set up a stall made her feel nostalgic!

And it wasn’t just Song Tan who was nostalgic.

Last night, as soon as the news came out, the entire group chat was buzzing.

Everyone in the group already knew the quality of her family’s goods very well. When people heard that the bamboo shoots were twenty yuan per pound, no one thought it was too expensive. They had spent the whole night sharing recipes and various ways to pickle bamboo shoots…

Rather than being a wild vegetable-selling group, it was more like a culinary sharing group.