Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1201 - 1175. Dormitory Application

Probably due to working in the kitchen, Zhai Xiaofeng looks like she gained more than 10 pounds, and her face is clean and fair.

If not for the rough hands revealing her living conditions, anyone would think she’s a very fortunate woman.

Wu Lan quickly asked, "Is it a lot? Why didn’t you say a word? Luckily, Qiaoqiao rode over here."

Zhai Xiaofeng shook her head, "It’s just some rice flour, grain, oil, and seasoning, nothing big."

Wu Lan immediately let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, Master Jiang left me a list before leaving, asking me to check it. I thought there were other things."

Rice flour, grain, and oil are heavy, and villagers wouldn’t bother coming to steal them, so why move them up and down? What’s the point?

"Why not just leave them on the mountain for now? There are a few dogs guarding them, they won’t get lost."

But as she said this, Zhai Xiaofeng felt embarrassed instead. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"I was about to tell you, big sis. I want to apply to spend the New Year with my daughter in the dormitory."

She was a bit nervous, "The two of us in the village, I’m afraid people will come to cause trouble during New Year..."

Previously, her ex-husband came looking for her, so in desperation, she randomly thought of marrying a man who could bear things, and now with New Year approaching, and his relatives gathering, she’s even more afraid to return.

Villagers still think she’s working out of town.

The dormitory she’s talking about is the four-person room near the factory, but since not many people live there now, only a few sporadic residents. Though it’s called a four-person room, it’s actually single-occupancy.

When they were built, it was for long-term planning, so they wanted to do it all at once. So now, they appear particularly spacious.

"That’ll work!" Since no one is on the mountain, Wu Lan naturally had no objections. Moreover, among villagers, how could she refuse such a request?

It’s just—

"The dormitory only has bed boards; you’ll have to prepare your own bedding."

Zhai Xiaofeng sighed in relief, "I know that. My daughter is in her third year of high school and will be taking the college entrance exam next year. The winter vacation is only a week long."

"I’m thinking of having her stay with me on the mountain and eat, just for daily pay deductions. The dormitory side can’t cook."

The mountain has everything like rice flour and oil. She can have vegetables and meat brought in by villagers, there are stoves to make fire, and it’s quiet, so it’s actually much better than home.

Wu Lan sighed, thinking that Xiaofeng’s village officials really don’t care. In this day and age, even when a man goes mad, villagers don’t stop him, making it so divorced women don’t dare return to the village...

Tsk.

Comparing to our own Director Zhu, she really looked down on them. Facing Zhai Xiaofeng, she was full of sympathy, "Alright then, you can use the firewood, grain, and oil on the mountain freely, just don’t waste them. Just help me watch the factory over New Year, and I won’t pay you salaries. You two just stay here."

"Great! Thank you, big sis! I’ve kept the area around here spotless for New Year, don’t worry."

Meanwhile, she took out an account book, "This is the current amount of grain, oil, and firewood on the mountain. I’ve kept records every day, so when Master Jiang returns, we can check them again, okay?"

As she spoke, Wu Lan instantly felt satisfied.

Their family certainly trusted Master Jiang, but too much trust can sometimes lead to indulgence from greed. And Zhai Xiaofeng quietly made her own account book...

"Good, good, good!" Wu Lan couldn’t stop smiling, "Alright, let’s check it first..."

...

While they were delighted on the mountain, the first to reach the station, Teacher Tang and Professor Song, stood with solemn faces at the security checkpoint, trying hard to maintain their composure.

During the Xiao Nian period, there weren’t as many people at the station as during the Spring Festival travel, but still quite a few. However, Yun City is a small town with more people exiting the station than entering, so it wasn’t crowded.

Except...

No matter how uncrowded, there’s always a bit of a jam at the security checkpoint.

At this moment, the security staff were staring at Professor Song who was struggling to place two suitcases on, along with a bulging backpack, and also a large plastic bag.

The bag was tightly tied with a plastic string, but the transparent material made the white rice straw and various colorful popcorn filling the gaps visible.

The bag was really large and truly stuffed!

At the security checkpoint, there was a pause. Inside, there was a "crackling" sound before it labored through the machine.

In the queue behind, many young people quietly took out their phones, evidently to capture this unusual scene.

During the festivals, carrying eggs or cured meat wasn’t surprising. Even like those last time carrying a pile of radishes and cabbages wasn’t a big deal.

But this...

The security staff fell silent too.

When Professor Song turned around at the security desk, they couldn’t help but ask, "Where are you from? Why go through so much trouble to bring rice straw over such a long distance?"

Which city lacks this kind of snack!

Or which city’s delivery service can’t send this snack!

It’s not even a Yun City specialty! Even for novelty, just bring some to eat on the trip, but such a big bag...

The elderly couple carried and hugged them, they’re not heavy, but they delay things!

And from the other counter, security staff also poked their heads out from their computers. Professional etiquette stopped them from speaking out, but this was so novel that they couldn’t help but say quietly:

"Old lady, you’ve packed so much radish and cabbage in that box?"

Both of them had one large box each, the old lady had placed all her clothes and shoes in the dormitory, filling the box with all sorts of food.

Teacher Tang raised her lips, feeling superior all over:

You don’t know, do you! These radishes and cabbages aren’t like those sold in the village; they’re homegrown by Lao Song’s family!

Just those green radishes, she could crunch through three or four a day, eating them like fruit. If it wasn’t for the stomach burn after too many, she could eat as many as she could fit in her belly.

But there was no need to mention this. The old lady merely nodded with restraint, "Well, these vegetables feel of good quality, and you can’t buy them in Imperial City, so I bought more at just dozens of yuan per pound."

Tsk!

The crowd, eavesdropping, quickly drew sharp breaths.

The staff held back and held back but finally couldn’t help themselves:

"Previously, some passengers also brought fruits and vegetables, also strawberries, which smelled especially fragrant... you weren’t by any chance all buying from the same place?"

"Hmm." The old lady nodded, remembering Zhang Yanping’s plan for a B&B, and she said, "All bought from Yunqiao Village. When it gets warmer, you can visit the village, nothing interesting but the food is good, bring more money and you won’t regret it."

Were it someone else, it might seem like an advertisement. But the old lady, in fine attire, leading by example and willing to heft luggage to carry so many things...

The crowd silently noted "Yunqiao Village" in their minds.