Her Cultivation Diary

Aunt Lianhua went to give gifts for a relative's funeral today, so she won't be at her post until tomorrow. But even so, with so many family members around, everyone pitching in to help with the cleaning won't make it too tiring.

Just as she finished speaking, Chen Yuan was already leading everyone into the kitchen.

It's impossible to stay still, our bellies are too full!

Everyone knew each other's capacity for food. After gorging all morning, if they didn't start using up energy quickly, they'd barely be able to walk.

Even though working while stuffed isn't the best, it's better than standing around dumbly digesting.

Everyone had clear roles and worked smoothly together. Some cleared the plates, some washed dishes, some cleaned the stove... someone even tidied up the scattered firewood.

Someone nearby quickly found disposable cloths, standing by the stove to wait to wipe the dishes.

A dozen or so young men, bustling busily inside and out, nearly scrubbed the kitchen down a layer within half an hour.

The kitchen was already fairly clean normally, and Seventh Uncle was particular about it. But now, it looked like it had gone through a deep cleaning!

The firewood stacked in the corner was rearranged neatly, and the small spider that had just peeked out from the high corner of the rafters was left with not even a single web.

They worked with the same spirit as Secretary Xiaozu's grandfather's relatives in the past!

Wu Lan and others widened their eyes, looking at the sparkling kitchen and the seriously hand-scrubbing young men by the sink, mouths agape not knowing what to say.

After a while, it was Song Tan who reacted:

"Everyone has a lot of luggage, and must be tired from the journey... Mom, why don't you take them to the mountain dorm to settle in first?"

"I'll explain the specific work details after we've had lunch."

If they stayed in the yard any longer, the yard might also be thoroughly cleaned soon.

Having help is great, of course, but these folks had just arrived from out of town, some might have arrived at the train station only this morning.

Using people like this isn't Song Tan's style.

"Alright, alright, alright!"

The young men were so diligent, and as they started eyeing the yard and living room, Wu Lan was feeling a bit pressured and nodded quickly, hopping onto the tricycle.

"Come, put your suitcases here."

Also calling to Song Sancheng: "Hurry up and take them up there on your bike, too."

Everyone silently got onto the maroon and dark blue tricycles, looking quite serious at the moment.

As Wu Lan pedaled the bike, feeling the wind sting coldly at her face, she suddenly exclaimed:

"The dorm has air conditioning, but it's not as comfortable as our rural stove rooms. You guys just got here, and there's not much work. When there's nothing going on, go up and down the mountain, warm by the fire, chat, whatever you like! Don't be stiff! "

"Alright." Everyone obediently replied.

Even the tall young guys sat quietly huddled in the back of the tricycle, each more like a mushroom.

Fortunately, the back mountain wasn't far, and it didn't take long on the tricycle to get there.

Everyone looked up to see a few white buildings clustered at the mountain top, surrounded by high walls and a gate.

"This is our processing plant, we usually make things like chili sauce. Our chilies are too spicy, you can't handle cutting them by hand too much, so machines are a must."

"The left side is the cafeteria, we have three meals a day here, and snacks at night."

Master Jiang was sitting at the kitchen entrance, peeling radishes, munching on a piece, and smiling as he chewed.

Seeing Wu Lan, he happened to ask:

"These radishes are that village variety, right?"

"Yes!" Wu Lan laughed: "A few families in the village who grew radishes and cabbage brought these over a few days ago, said they were saving them especially for us. I thought since it's the New Year, everyone should enjoy a good meal together, so I brought them over."

"Great, great, great!"

Master Jiang's face lit up: "We should eat quickly, or when the weather warms up, the radishes might get old... are these the new security guards?"

He looked over the energetic young men, and asked more warmly: "Would you prefer braised pork with radishes for lunch, or red-braised pork?"

Having just barely started digesting their last meal, now faced with such a tempting question...