Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 213 - . Chestnut Garden_1

Chapter 213: 213. Chestnut Garden_1

Chapter 213: 213. Chestnut Garden_1

Compared to the Peach Forest, the Chestnut Garden seemed both smaller and more low-key.

Even though the four acres of Chestnut Garden were also a shock to Zhao Fangyuan, in the countryside, that really wasn’t saying much. Great Uncle Song Dafang’s mountainous lands were truly vast—his Chestnut Garden alone was almost fifteen acres.

“Why?”

Zhao Fangyuan asked, “Is it so unequal because of favoritism?”

Song Tan chuckled: “No.”

In the countryside, there are countless rules and invisible frameworks passed down through generations—fail to adhere, and the village will talk.

Everyone is a social animal, craving acceptance from others is an intrinsic subconscious part of being human. So, even though these rumors might not break bones, the circles we move in are right here, the closed circuit effect means everyone adheres to it silently.

The concept of dividing the family property is just like that.

The eldest son and grandson get the most because they are responsible for taking care of the elders in the future. The other siblings might receive money or grain, but the lion’s share goes to the eldest.

Therefore, the Great Uncle’s mountainous lands and fields together totaled fifty acres while Song Sancheng’s family had barely twenty acres, but the advantage was that all their lands were right at their doorstep, convenient to look after.

However, because of Qiaoqiao, the couple hadn’t abandoned their home to go find work elsewhere like others had. Their lands and mountains were, in fact, the best maintained.

Take this Chestnut Forest, for example. Great Uncle had moved to the city over twenty years ago, the garden had been leased out to others. Later on, when farming crops seemed futile, people packed up and left for work elsewhere.

And so, it had been neglected for many years.

But at Song Sancheng’s place, even though the lands have lain fallow for a couple of years, when compared to others’, they were much easier to manage.

One look at the high and robust Chestnut trees sprawling across the hills tells you, despite the small size of the land, these trees are hardy.

She was unaware of the influence of Spiritual Energy and thought that these trees could only look this lush and thriving with meticulous care.

Then take a glance at the Golden Sakura planted in and out of the protective net, the green leaves densely covering half of the enclosure, the thorny vines crawling upwards.

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Given the trend, one day they might reach the top of the 1.8-meter fence.

The snow-white blooms, the size of eggs, interspersed with golden-yellow stamens, blossomed one after another above the green leaves.

If the Peach Forest brought people a magnificent shock, then here was like a pure and impeccable fairy.

When the Golden Sakura were planted, they were bare with just a few stems, but nourished by Spiritual Energy, and bolstered by spring being their season for sprouting vigorously.

Now they were thriving and from afar, they appeared quite imposing and utterly sensational.

Zhao Fangyuan let out another cry!

“Wuuwuu how can there be such beautiful flowers ahhh!!!”

The snow-white petals shyly clung to the golden stamens as bees buzzed in and out of the blossoms. Not a shred of fear could be felt, instead, a deep longing for the beautiful Tian Yuan welled up.

Zhao Fangyuan clicked away at the flowers with her camera, once again cursing that she had only worn simple work pants.

She needed to wear a beautiful dress to match the Golden Sakura!

She had already figured out the perfect angle for the photo!

She wanted to lean into the blossoms, her fingers parting the branches, placing her face behind the ethereal Golden Sakura blooms to create a sense of depth…

“Wake up!”

Song Tan pulled a branch over for her to see: “A little dress? A sense of depth?”

Is the dress capable of withstanding the thorns, or is she?

Zhao Fangyuan: …

Such stubborn flowers!

But she was also stubborn, “I’ll just get a little bit closer…”

Song Tan: …

“Take another look.”

Golden Sakura wasn’t planted for nothing; its leaves even have tiny thorns at the back, and from flower to stem, there is not a single part that is tender. Moreover, they are of various lengths, making them hard to guard against.

And when she again boosted them with Spiritual Energy…

In short, Zhao Fangyuan could only retreat two steps if she still wanted to play the fairy.

She could only walk in, feeling dejected.

Compared to the densely packed Watermelon Vines beneath the Peach Forest, this side seemed much sparser and cuter. But aside from a few small paths, soybeans were planted everywhere else.

Logically, since the Chestnut Trees grew so lush, the light below them couldn’t compete with that of the Peach Forest.

Crops planted here would likely just grow tall and spindly, with no hope of a rich harvest.

But—

The Chestnut Trees here were very old and had grown quite tall. Staggered among the layers, the light filtering below actually seemed quite lovely. Just look at these soybean sprouts already taking shape…

Zhao Fangyuan thought of the daily meals and couldn’t help salivating:

“Wouldn’t these soybeans be delicious and perfect for rice when made into soybean paste?”

Song Tan thought for a moment, “Haven’t thought that far yet, for now I’ve only thought about eating tofu.”

In their vicinity now, one could no longer buy the fresh and tender tofu as before. It was for that block of tofu that this patch of soybeans was planted.

The entire Chestnut Woods were situated on a slope of the mountain, with the terrain sloping downward the further one went.

In the coolest spot, a few Horse Chestnut trees grew slightly shorter than the rest, thus blocking out a large swath of sunlight and providing an especially suitable environment for the growth of Silver Ear and Black Wood Ear mushrooms beneath.

Zhao Fangyuan remembered the taste of that Silver Ear soup. At this moment, looking at the snow-white Silver Ears budding in small clusters on the dark brown trees, everything seemed quaint and cute, with the food filter turned up to the maximum.

Walk two more steps down, and one could see the edge of the pond at the foot of the mountain, with nine people scattered around it.

Having been there for two days, she heard that there had to be one person working in the fields every day. Now curious, she asked, “Where’s today’s weeder?”

The soybean field looked neat and clean, likely because Brother Loach worked very hard yesterday.

Song Tan started to smile, “How should I put it, well, a worker who doesn’t cost money is really very useful, he does exactly what he is told.”

“In the fields. Barnyard grass has started sprouting, so Grandpa Li took him to the rice fields to pull up the seedlings.”

This was the most hated weed during rice planting, a nuisance that seemed never-ending and also affected the growth of the rice.

But now, with people being idle, the rice fields could be cleaned daily. As soon as Grandpa Li flooded the fields, he would pull out the young barnyard grass. Today, with free labor at hand, he was even more vigorous in his work.

While the other man was massaging his waist in agony, Grandpa Li stood up straight, full of energy, and pointed at an old yellow ox in someone else’s neglected field:

“This young man, how come his back is even weaker than this old man’s? Even my ox can’t stand to watch.”

Oh boy! A “young man” in his forties or fifties!

This comment left the defeated fisherman with no comeback.

Both men had plastic bags hanging from their waists, filled to the brim with barnyard grass.

For some reason, this year Grandpa Li’s old yellow ox wouldn’t refuse anything from these few fields!

What an eater!

Even the agricultural channel said so, the young barnyard grass has a tender texture and is rich in nutrition; it’s not bad for the cows at all.