Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1189 - 1163. Qiaoqiao’s Guidance

Tian Tian, having spoken up to this point, had already calmed down. She was sipping hot water slowly, even sporting a faint smile.

It was Qiaoqiao who suddenly asked:

"Sister Tian Tian has a younger brother. She has to earn money for him to buy a house and a car and get married before she can marry Brother Xiaosun."

"Then, Sister also has a brother. Does that mean it will take years before she can marry the handsome brother? I don’t seem to have a house, car, or marriage either..."

He grew anxious: "Can’t they get married right away? I don’t want the family’s land; they can have it all. Isn’t that okay?"

With these words, the room fell silent.

Tian Tian and Sun Ziqiang were stunned, their eyes involuntarily turning red.

Meanwhile, Tian Ye hung his head, his ears glowing with a flushed red of shame.

Song Tan reached out to stroke Qiaoqiao’s silky hair:

"Everyone’s family is different. I want to get married not because of you. I don’t want to get married, not because of you either... You have a house, and we all live together in one house. No matter how long it takes, whether I’m married or not, this is our house."

Qiaoqiao nodded, seemingly understanding but not entirely.

And suddenly, Tian Ye looked up: "Sis! That’s what I’ve been wanting to say too! You’ve been bearing the family’s burdens, finding us the means to earn, paying off the debts..."

When mom and dad were sick, as just a student, he couldn’t do anything; it was always his sister running back and forth taking care.

The family owed a huge debt, and all the school fees were shouldered by the sister with gritted teeth.

The wild strawberry seedlings growing in the greenhouse, and the wages for their parents, were all thanks to her!

He gritted his teeth: "I’m not that kind of person. I don’t want the family’s land! I don’t want you to support me... I can work summer jobs and part-time and take student loans after high school graduation!"

"I know." Compared to his agitation, Tian Tian’s voice was exceptionally steady.

"If I didn’t believe in you, I would have taught you a lesson last night."

She wiped the tears from her eyes, then sat upright, taking a deep breath:

"I told my mom last night whether I get married or not, or support Tian Ye, it’s my decision. I must have half of the family’s land!"

"In the future, I’ll handle my half, and they’ll handle theirs. If they’re capable, they do it themselves; if not, hire someone."

"Whoever earns keeps what they earn, and I won’t dictate their spending."

Song Tan laughed.

Tian Tian truly remained herself, with her persistence and resilience unfaltering despite familial ties.

Wu Lan frowned: "Would they agree?"

"I don’t care," Tian Tian responded resolutely. "If they disagree, I’ll marry Tian Ye now and as an outsider, I naturally won’t meddle in family affairs."

As for whether her parents would retract in a few years...

Wouldn’t I have established my own business in a few years?

If they want to pull back, it depends on who has more ways. It’s not like in Yunqiao Village, where every household has someone like Song Tan to provide quality seedlings.

As for this year’s intended chestnut grafting plan...

Forget it. Taking care of fruit trees is exhausting and tough; let whoever’s willing deal with it!

"Alright then!" Song Tan applauded. "I knew you could achieve it—So when’s the wedding planned for?"

Speaking of this, Brother Xiaosun, who had been silent, regained some confidence: "By the end of next year, I should have saved enough for the wedding."

Everyone laughed, except Tian Ye, who shrank in the corner, watching his sister chat and laugh with confidence among everyone. He felt increasingly ashamed, unable to lift his head.

Until Qiaoqiao pulled him outside with a mysterious air:

"Do you know why no one believes you when you speak?"

He patted his chest: "Because you haven’t made any money yet. Once you earn money, you’ll realize how hard it is, and that’s when that willingness signifies true intent."

Tian Ye’s eyes widened, unable to believe such words came from Qiaoqiao’s mouth.

Yet, they did indeed come from Qiaoqiao.

However, Qiaoqiao was already boasting with pride: "I earn wages daily for working at home. The little pig, Big White, Dabao at home, all get fed by me. I even took Brother Yanping and Teacher Xin on a trip this summer..."

He marveled: "Providing for a family is really tough."

"But sister supports so many people in our family. She must be very capable to manage it all! To fill our bellies, we must listen to her! Our whole family listens to Sister!"

"Your family is too disobedient!"

Tian Ye: ...

...

Inside, listening to this, Tian Tian couldn’t help but glance at Qiaoqiao again, lamenting:

"Qiaoqiao was taught so well..."

"It’s all thanks to Teacher Xin!" Wu Lan spoke sincerely:

"He’s good at teaching children."

"We used to cheer him up like a child at home, coaxing him for over a decade, having to keep watch. Mentally and physically exhausting."

"Back then, Qiaoqiao was actually sensible, but he was like a kid, throwing tantrums occasionally that we couldn’t withstand."

"If you don’t believe me, ask Tantan. When she first came back, Qiaoqiao would cry at the drop of a hat."

"Crying over bad farming, bee stings, missing cartoons he wanted to watch..."

But ever since Xin Jun took over his education,

Qiaoqiao gradually grew familiar with arithmetic and recognized more words, understanding when to speak and when not to.

Learning some skills from Seventh Uncle, he seemed to feel he mastered more and more, his confidence growing, never crying like a helpless child anymore.

Simultaneously, he became increasingly resilient, shedding his childish temperament. Nowadays, who wouldn’t praise him as a bright and straightforward young man?

Xin Jun, who was quietly spectating, suddenly found himself being praised seriously, feeling somewhat embarrassed:

"It’s Qiaoqiao’s own intelligence. I noticed it while teaching him. He’s earnest, obedient, and easily comprehends with some guidance."

"And he’s very focused in class, a skill that requires effort to cultivate..."

What he said wasn’t without reason, but Wu Lan didn’t understand all that; instead, she waved a big hand: "Come, Teacher Xin, with the luggage being cumbersome to carry back for the New Year, look for what you’d like to eat. I’ll have it sent to you before you leave!"

Xin Jun: ...

Ahem, on that note, it was really hard to refuse!

But Song Sancheng took a glance at the snow outside and quickly asked: "The fish in the pond can be sold. Let’s not wait until New Year’s and risk the roads being blocked. Speaking of which, how are you planning to sell them this time?"

Song Tan was unequivocal: "To Boss Chang."

How could such a perfect collaborator exist in the world, paying generously and promptly? Forgetting him for good things would be unconscionable!

If not for the notion that eggs shouldn’t be in one basket, Song Tan would’ve wanted to bundle up excess leftovers and sell them all to Boss Chang.

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