Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1163 - 1139. Killing the chicken doesn’t work

The deliciousness of the chicken meat is imaginable, but the sacrifice of little chicks is something Wu Lan absolutely doesn’t allow!

"Why are you so wasteful? If you want chicken or duck, go buy it yourself! Our chicks are just a year old, and it’s about time they start laying eggs in spring, what are you fussing for?!"

An egg sells for ten bucks, and we have just a hundred or so chicks. What’s there to eat? Isn’t our home full of food already? And look at that cake roll you’re holding!

"Eating can’t even fill your mouth!"

The old mother is very angry.

Song Tan feels so wronged: "Didn’t we agree to buy more chicks in spring to raise? We won’t be short of our own to eat then."

"You said it would be in spring, right? But it’s not spring yet, is it? When spring comes, let’s see if our hens will sit and brood. If they do, let them hatch themselves."

These are pure breed local chickens, their legs are long and thin, and their wings can fly quite a distance when flapping. Especially those few little roosters, under the sun, feathers glistening, they look so spirited!

Wu Lan just feels that the chickens grew so well must be because their family’s fortunes are flourishing. They have to keep them till old before eating.

"Besides, our chickens don’t have much meat per bird. They’re just about ready to brood at one year; eating them now would be such a waste. Wait till they hatch a hundred or two hundred chicks next year, I won’t say anything if you eat them then..."

Broiler chickens can start to brood at three to four months, but local chickens need at least a year of raising. How could Wu Lan be willing to part with them?

However, one point: "Why not buy some broiler chickens next year? They lay bigger eggs. Our local chickens are still a bit lacking."

"Sure." Song Tan noted it down: "I’ll ask my Aunt to pick some. She took me to a trustworthy place before."

"Okay!" Wu Lan agreed: "Let’s buy some ducks too, you see the salted duck eggs aren’t enough to sell. We can’t have too many cattle and sheep on our riverside beach, but we can certainly raise more chickens and ducks."

Song Tan thinks what in their home is ever enough for selling? But the ever-popular salted duck eggs are everyone’s favorite, and she loves gifting them, so they seem insufficient.

To not mention others’ show, the Chinese New Year gift package for Professor Xin Jun Song, each includes a bucket of salted duck eggs and chicken eggs.

Just those oil barrels, with a small hole on top, some chaff at the bottom, then one by one filled... The barrels are ready, just waiting for them to leave to load them up!

Alright then, since the old mother doesn’t allow it, Song Tan has to raise the white flag. At this moment, she changed the subject:

"I’ve never understood how, despite the high similarity of the riverside scenes, he shouldn’t destroy it, how will they film then?"

What slicing water, what high waves... Are you kidding?! That place is all planned out by Professor Song, lotus roots even booked; how could they blow up the water?

Moreover, under their owned area, a net has been placed to raise fish, it can’t be destructed for sure.

So, Song Tan explained it all clearly, initially planning to refuse them, but when they heard they just went uh-huh and agreed directly.

Had they not sworn to follow the contract, so rashly, Song Tan truly couldn’t agree.

Wu Lan looked vaguely and recalled the script: "It shouldn’t need a big scene; using real landscapes might get labeled as damaging the environment, and the actors might not be that adept, potentially raising costs."

"There’s a series segment here that’s rather important, you’re asking low, so the production side is happy."

"The fight scene you’re worried about will be a combination of real scene and special effects... No way, young actors can’t follow too many moves."

Song Tan nodded, then assuredly: "Alright then, but just in case, I’ve set a high compensation amount."

Lun Chuan laughed: "Three or four months grasses grow and warblers fly, this director knows aesthetics well and won’t harm."

Just as speaking, Song Sancheng came over and pointed at the few remaining cake rolls: "Want to send them over to the riverside beach?"

"Have to send!" Wu Lan quickly said: "Your eldest uncle is too formal. Let them help watch the cattle and sheep, it’s all family, yet he insists on proprieties, doesn’t even come home for meals each day."

Three members of the family take turns going to the mountain cafeteria to eat, or whip up some dishes themselves in the pasture.

Actually, there are a few dogs watching at the riverside, and monitoring, it doesn’t need people 24/7.

So, whenever there’s fresh food cooked at home, Wu Lan is worried about sending them some to taste.

Not to mention anything else, Leilei used to be unreliable, but now he’s already practiced up, steady in his work.

"Along the way, check Xiaolun... Not yet a family last visit, look again this time." Wu Lan said blissfully.

Lun Chuan: ...

Meanwhile, Song Tan had already picked up the thermal container packed with Seventh Uncle’s freshly stir-fried intestines and minced meat: "Qiaoqiao, pack a bucket of the rice noodles you made this morning for me, I’ll take it to Uncle. Rarely Brother Wu Lei has a reliable friend visiting, let them try at noon."

"All right!" Qiaoqiao swiftly started acting, currently seeing Song Tan already skillfully start the tricycle, he thought for a bit and said:

"Then I’ll go later, the dog’s meat hasn’t thawed yet."

"Okay." Song Tan placed the bucket in the sidecar, then beckoned Lun Chuan: "Why aren’t you getting up? Grab this bar and squat down, otherwise if the tricycle shakes you’ll easily fall."

She described it thoroughly, but Lun Chuan looked at the familiar maroon big tricycle before him, and stayed silent for a moment.

Next moment, just when he finally unpacked and prepared to squat inside, he heard Song Tan clicked her tongue, then helplessly got off her seat, with a doting expression:

"Such a diva—Qiaoqiao, give me Daduo’s key, this big tricycle of ours is too bumpy; your handsome brother doesn’t like sitting."

The whole courtyard burst into laughter, Teacher Tang even approvingly said: "How can such a handsome young guy ride your tricycle? Riding a motorcycle would be better—only Qiaoqiao’s big Daduo barely does."

Not saying anything else, the expensive painted color is nowhere faded, wiped clean every day, the colorful macaron on top rides like an immortal male, that really matches!

Lun Chuan listened to Qin Yun, and mentioned a few grinning widely, then looked at Song Tan already seated again at the driving position, unable but to have darkness cover his eyes.

Moments later, he squeezed out a smile: "Actually, I’m pretty good at riding the tricycle."

"No worries," Song Tan waved broadly: "In this cold, you haven’t even worn gloves, handlebars freeze hands, cold wind can easily hurt, better not freeze."

"Come!"

She lifted the two buckets of rice noodles up to the sidecar, urged Lun Chuan: "Quickly come up and squat properly, hold tight to the bar, don’t let it shake when starting!"

The tricycle hummed aloud, the rainbow Daduo on top bobbed a white cloud trembling.

And the vehicle drove forward, the chilly wind blows icy over face and head. Broken along with it, is something Lun Chuan can’t even describe of the male pride...

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