Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 138.1

Wow, she’s got a silver tongue!

Song Hongmei sat to the side, surprised as she watched her niece. If she had known Song Tan was this skilled, why would she have needed to come back and forth so many times?

She spoke logically and convincingly, even better than her!

For Song Tan, she had already brought tea leaves — there was no way she was leaving without accomplishing something!

With growing enthusiasm, she continued:

“Besides, the village is always there. If I don’t do well, you two can pack up and come back to the city without any trouble.”

“Or you could just hint to the villagers. You are the elders, and I am the junior. If I still want to do things in the village, I would have to take your word into account, right?”

She was skillfully combining soft and hard tactics.

Seventh Granduncle fell silent.

He didn’t say anything, but Seventh Granduncle’s wife was already tempted. She didn’t say she couldn’t stay in the city, but the nearby old ladies were either doting on their grandchildren or forming dance troupes.

Yet, she had neither grandchildren to care for nor children around her. She also didn’t like crowded places.

Her daily life consisted of listening to opera at home and taking walks, with hardly any fun.

Now the TV was difficult to use. Just turning it on took a few minutes, and once it was on, she didn’t know how to operate it. Whatever channel it was on depended on luck… Although she didn’t say it out loud, she was growing more anxious by the day.

Over the past few days, having been coaxed by these two, she almost wanted to grab a hoe and go back to the countryside. Even digging a couple of vegetable patches would be better than wandering around at home!

Her hesitation was so obvious that even Seventh Granduncle’s stubbornness was starting to waver.

Song Tan smiled with satisfaction, feeling confident that things were going in her favor.

Of course, she still had a final trump card to play, and it needed to be shown properly—

“Seventh Granduncle, you don’t have to worry about unstable wages working back in the countryside. I’m serious when I say I’m not after your house.”

“Qiao Qiao, brew some tea for Seventh Granduncle and make some honey water for Seventh Granduncle’s wife.”

This was Qiao Qiao’s specialty!

He put the paper box aside, then obediently took his tote bag to the kitchen. Although the environment was unfamiliar, boiling water and brewing tea, rummaging around for items, was like exploring a new world.

So, while his movements were a bit awkward, he didn’t seem out of place at all.

Watching Song Tan’s confident look, Seventh Granduncle recalled, “Was that locust flower from your family’s mountain yesterday?”

Song Tan raised an eyebrow, then slightly frowned:

“Oh, did you taste it? Honestly, those locust flowers weren’t that great. They can’t compare to the vegetables we properly tend to in our fields. They’re just for freshness.”