Chapter 133: 133. Extremely tired Wu Lan_1

The elder aunt briefly settled the matters and went straight back home.

Before leaving, she thought it over, but ultimately left the pouch of locust blossoms behind.

Seventh Uncle, sharp as ever in his old age, could tell what she was thinking just by the look in her eyes, and now he was even more upset!

—To think she still says she would treat us well in the future, no one would believe that.

However, once people left, he went to fetch a large bucket from the bathroom to continue watering the plants on the balcony; his body, though over sixty, was still steady.

Seventh Grandma sighed, “If you ask me, it would be fine if Sancheng’s family is willing to take care of the two of us. We don’t expect much from the girl, just hoping that Sancheng and his wife are sincere.”

Seventh Uncle didn’t say a word, obviously pondering the matter as well.

After a lifetime together, what didn’t Seventh Grandma understand about him?

“We are still several years younger than Youde, and if he can rely on Sancheng, why can’t we? We have a house here, we wouldn’t be shortchanging him. Just to take care of us in our old age, how could it not be possible?”

If it weren’t for their attachment to their native land, how could they end up rich in children but with no one to care for them in old age?

It was then that Seventh Uncle put down the watering can, his expression gloomy, “I knew early on that the two of them are honest. But the burden on their family is also heavy.”

“Let’s not talk about anything else, just their son, what will he do in the future?”

“If it’s really settled with their family, that someone will take care of us in old age, then I would be happy. But the problem is still this house; not leaving it to their family would make us feel guilty.”

“But leaving it… would not be good for their son.”

A poor fool in the village could survive no matter what.

But a rich fool… even if they manage to live, who knows how much hardship they’d endure.

Seventh Grandma understood then.

Having thought this far, who knew how many times the old man had gone over it in his mind, he might have even considered the whole village.

Since that was the case…

Seventh Grandma was resolute, “We are still in good health and can work; it’s not something that can be decided with just a few words, let’s take it slow. Tomorrow their child is coming over, and if they really ask you to go back to being a chef, why don’t we go back home and stay for a while?”

The one who knows him best, Seventh Grandma also smiled with anticipation, “Don’t I know you? You cook for me, your wife, every day at home. You must be frustrated that you can’t show off your skills, right?”

Seventh Uncle was still stubborn, “Go back for what? The old house has nothing, it’s not convenient.”

While saying this, he casually reached out and grabbed a handful of locust blossoms. First, he lowered his head to smell them and then, with a focused expression, he plucked a bud and put it into his mouth.

…

The weather in early April was particularly nice, the dew lingering and the morning light faint. The cool breeze of early morning blew gently, bringing clarity to those ready to work.

The sun had not fully risen, yet the tea-picking aunties had already skillfully tied a piece of plastic cloth around their waists, put on rubber boots, and with baskets and straw hats, they swiftly made their way up the mountain.

Meanwhile, on the village road, the noise gradually increased. The roar of motorcycles grew louder, and before long, a full row parked right outside Song Tan’s home—these were neighbors from the village and the next one over, who had come to help with the work.

When Uncle Wu Chengtao also arrived on his motorcycle with Auntie Wu, they were startled to see the scene, “What a large-scale operation is this?”

Why invite so many people?

Auntie Wu even exclaimed, “Wu Lan should have told us, with such a big job going on. It wouldn’t look right if our own family didn’t come to help!”

The couple hurried over, and Song Sancheng saw them and quickly asked, “Big brother, have you had breakfast?”

“We have, we have.” Auntie looked around and said, “Where’s Tantan? We were saying we’d come and lend a hand today. What’s everyone working on?”

Song Sancheng smiled, “Tantan’s gone to buy groceries.”

“We’re planning to plant peach trees today. Big brother, come up the mountain with me, and Auntie, would you stay at home and help Wu Lan with cooking?”

In just the span of those two phrases, people kept asking, “Are we planting trees now?”

Song Sancheng worried about his expensive peach trees, fearing people might plant them carelessly. He didn’t have time for pleasantries and urgently grabbed a hoe and a shovel and headed up the mountain with Wu Chengtao.

In the back mountain, the piglets hummed skillfully, waiting for their breakfast to arrive.

Big King made a quiet round in the mountains and then returned to his doghouse.

He knew that the group was off to work in another area, and his job was to protect the chickens, ducks, and piglets.

The better his job performance, the better he ate.

Ah, when will the new second master finally come back? Yesterday’s yellow clumps were so tasty! So sweet!

Big White also stretched her neck and came waddling over, flapping her wings, pecking discontentedly at her empty feeding bowl before finally, both dog and goose looked at each other and lay down quietly.

In the yard, those who had promised to help yesterday had all gone up the mountain, leaving only Wu Lan, two aunts who were helping, and Uncle Wu Chengtao’s wife, Zhou Fang Juan.

But don’t think there was nothing to do this early in the morning. They had to get the tea water ready before doing anything else for these twenty-odd people who were working.

The house only had two hot water bottles, which wasn’t enough, but that wasn’t a big deal. Today, since both husband and wife were working, it was naturally expected that they’d bring their own tea bottles and take them back home after work was done.

To the villagers, this was all commonplace—decades ago, they used to borrow chairs and bowls.

But today, at lunch, they really did need to borrow chairs and bowls.

Wu Lan led the group around, gathering chairs from one house and vegetables from another, while also dealing with the villagers’ endless guesses—after all, it had been many years since the village had seen so many people hired to work at once.

So there she was, physically and mentally drained, never having a moment’s rest!

Finally, after boiling dozens of kettles of water, Song Tan had also returned in her car.

It had been many years since she last experienced the early market rush. The last time her father took her to buy seeds, she hadn’t been this proactive.

On one side, she watched Qiaoqiao and Zhang Yanping unload the vegetables and meat from the car, and on the other, Wu Lan pulled her aside:

“Tantan, your aunt mentioned last night about going to see—have you decided what to bring?”

“Don’t stress over your Seventh Uncle’s matter—if negotiations don’t work out, just ask if any of his colleagues would be willing to come work in our village, okay?”

“I’m just an ordinary rural woman. It’s too much for me to cope with all these special food requests every day.”

Wu Lan had her own concerns—don’t think today’s big occasion was a one-off!

After planting peach trees, there would be lots more work to do. It wouldn’t be much at first, but having three or five more people every day, cooking itself would be a huge task.

She was fine cooking regular dishes, but if there were more people, it would really become too much to handle after a while!

“I’m exhausted just from washing dishes and cleaning up every day.”

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