Her Cultivation Diary

Song Tan furrowed her brow, took two steps forward, and lightly pressed down on the person’s shoulder.

The person couldn’t make sense of what was happening and involuntarily staggered backward, exclaiming in surprise as they were effortlessly pushed far away by her force.

Lun Chuan glanced up and then turned to Qiaoqiao, saying:

"Qiaoqiao, it’s getting late. The kids should be resting and doing their homework now. Maybe we should end the broadcast for today."

Qiaoqiao didn’t feel tired at all. His streaming differed from other hosts, as he wasn’t continuously talking and hyping up sales, but more like exploring and learning in the vineyard.

During the hours of streaming, he even caught several large and adorable inchworms on the grapes to play with.

He tried to catch a basketful to take home for Da Hong, Big White (who doesn’t eat them), the Mandarin Ducks, and the Long-tailed Pheasants.

Hearing Lun Chuan’s suggestion, he asked: "What should we do with the remaining stock?"

"There isn’t much left," Lun Chuan calmly ignored the noise outside, smiling gently:

"Just put the rest on the link in the online store and let everyone buy freely. We can’t finish packing it tonight anyway."

"Okay then."

The things they discreetly put up on the online store usually sell quietly, and Qiaoqiao nodded in agreement. He glanced at the streaming room once more and, ignoring the pleas flooding the screen, cheerfully waved:

"Kids, my brother says it’s too late today, so we’re ending the stream. If you want to buy, do it yourselves! We’ve listed clearly whose items these are..."

In line with his usual style, the stream ended swiftly.

Liang Er was in the vineyard, anxious beyond measure, grumbling about how the villagers deliberately disrupted things—

"Why did it stop streaming just after going live?"

"I... I..." He was extremely agitated: his link hadn’t sold out yet!

Lun Chuan assured him:

"Don’t worry, Qiaoqiao’s stream replay always gets many views. Fans watching the replay will naturally continue to order. Just pack as usual for now."

Looking up once more, he saw Song Tan return from outside, took two steps forward: "How’s it, everything good?"

"It’s fine."

Song Tan exerted her strength on the person’s shoulder, not letting them finish their sentence, and they muddledly staggered outside.

As they tried to say something more, Song Tan turned her head: "The stream is ending. Everyone should go home; the rules were clear from the start."

Though the person prepared to speak, a wave of exclamations erupted from those watching the stream:

"Hey, why did it end?"

"Exactly! So many viewers, why not sell more while it’s hot?"

"What about my family, we’re next in line!"

Everyone got anxious, bustled around in a frenzy.

Listening to Lun Chuan soothing Qiaoqiao, Song Tan directly sought out the leaders of Baiyu County.

Having followed from the orchard, the leaders naturally carried out quality control and inspection tasks.

Now seeing the streaming room and noticing Song Tan pushing the person out, they hurried forward with furrowed brows to apologize:

"Sorry, sorry, today we’re really short-handed and couldn’t keep up. If there’s another stream tomorrow, we’ll definitely remind everyone..."

"No need."

Song Tan appeared somewhat aloof, "Didn’t we agree from the start? The largest quantities, those who signed contracts, we’ll promote."

"How to promote these small-scale ones?"

An acre produces several thousand pounds, a small plot yields seven or eight hundred pounds, and filtering out the A-level fruit, a couple orders sell out immediately.

Create a separate link for them, but then there’s only that one order.

If not separate, if the taste varies, won’t it create inconsistency for the other families?

"Moreover," she raised an eyebrow, "aren’t everyone clear about the production and quality of these small-scale grapes?"

The Baiyu County leaders awkwardly replied: "Yes, we did say from the start..."

Even Song Tan’s team, during difficult market assessments, didn’t account for these dispersed households.

Why not?

Because maintaining scientific management among scattered households would incur high costs.

Also, the nature of such cultivation wasn’t aimed at being premium, though the yield per acre was indeed higher than that of large vineyards.

But of what use is that?

The quality speaks for itself; during the afternoon inspection, two small orchards were sampled, comparable to supermarket levels.

How to sell those?

Thus they were distinguished from the other sources from the start.

Chasing sales numbers clouded their judgment, realizing this, they felt a bit embarrassed looking at Song Tan’s displeased expression.

At this moment, Lun Chuan joined:

"Leaders, it’s not that we don’t want to help, it’s just that the stream has been live for so long, and viewers are exhausted."

"Continuing the broadcast won’t significantly change sales, it’s better to end it, let folks calm down, perhaps they might visit the store directly..."

This was certainly baloney, as impulse buying is always highest during live sales.

Nonetheless, Baiyu County’s total online sales combined couldn’t compete with Qiaoqiao’s influence, so whatever he said went.

"Moreover," Lun Chuan pointed to Qiaoqiao, who was humming and gathering phone stands, power banks, and other accessories:

"Look at my brother, he’s only in his teens, streaming non-stop from five to eight o’clock, avoiding water to prevent bathroom breaks. We can’t just keep using him perpetually..."

Song Tan glanced at him, thinking that wordsmiths truly know how to speak.

Was it really unwillingness to drink water?

In reality, Qiaoqiao was full from tasting grapes at the start, unable to eat or drink.

He even couldn’t eat food—

Honestly, he wasn’t hungry!

Instead, he was basking in the villagers’ grateful tears and a slew of compliments, nearly floating with bliss.

Seeing the sense of accomplishment from good deeds, he undoubtedly knew how to relish it.