Chapter 82: Big Bear Eats and Takes

After tidying up like this, the doggies were basically familiar with the family members.

Song Tan was still afraid that their refusal-to-eat training had been too successful, to the point where they wouldn't eat the food given by the family in the future. She had everyone take a handful of dog food mixed with spiritual energy and feed them one by one under her watchful eye.

The dogs felt her encouragement and temptation, and only then did they open their mouths to eat.

After all this fuss, it wasn't until seven o'clock when it got dark that everyone sat at the table to start eating.

The dogs were new here, and except for Dawang, who was still lying there depressed, missing its original owner, the remaining four dogs roamed freely in the courtyard.

Dabao the Doberman sniffed with interest at the hundred or so fluffy little ducks kept in the corner.

Sibao the Malinois grabbed the support pillar of the utility shed, its eyes fixed on the bumblebee box above that was making a slight buzzing sound, full of curiosity.

Erbao the Cane Corso sat beside Qiao Qiao, the two brothers taking a bite each, wishing they could sleep in the same nest at night.

Sanbao was missing, but Song Tan always felt her father's expression was strange—well! As they were eating, one hand went behind his back.

Sanbao the German Shepherd was sitting there, carefully and gently using its teeth to lightly carry away that piece of bone.

And Song Tan looked at the silly cousin next door who was eating without even lifting his head, knowing that this was the best time to use the long-term laborer!

She seized the moment when everyone put down their chopsticks and said: "Qiao Qiao, did you take the bumblebees to eat nectar today?"

Qiao Qiao instantly became spirited.

He had waited all day and had long wanted to report his work results to his sister, and now he said loudly:

"I did!"

While flapping his two arms to gesture: "Big Bear is too fat and can't fly at all. I took it to the field, and when it lay on top of the flower, the flower tilted."

So much so that Qiao Qiao, the baby, had been exhausted today; other bees were buzzing around in the flower field, self-sufficient, and could even create income for the owner.

But his Big Bear needed him to hold the flower stem to support its overly heavy weight.

"Big Bear's wings are only a little bit, buzzing and buzzing, it just can't fly!"

He clearly felt that he had a heavy responsibility, and now he looked proud: "But sister, I touched its butt, and it didn't sting me!"

As he said this, he touched his palm, clearly still remembering the swelling and pain from last time.

Song Tan coughed dryly, refusing to admit that she had touched it too much, to the point where the bumblebee had gotten used to it.

"Then is it full?"

"It's full." Qiao Qiao gestured: "It ate for a day, and when it left, it even carried two small baskets on its legs..."

His vocabulary wasn't large, and after struggling for a long time, he got inspiration from Wu Lan and evaluated this behavior: "Eating and taking! Round and round."

Song Tan couldn't help but laugh—what eating and taking; bumblebees collect the pollen they can't eat with their hind legs, forming pollen baskets and taking them away.

Otherwise, if it could eat that much, what would it use to raise its children?

"Hmm, very good. Qiao Qiao's work is done exceptionally well now. Later, sister will record your wages, and when you need to spend money, tell sister."

When this was said, Qiao Qiao looked hesitantly at Song Tan, and then looked at Zhang Yanping, leaving the big young man looking confused.

Only hearing Qiao Qiao say: "Sister, then give me one yuan; I want to buy bubble gum for brother."

The bubble gum Qiao Qiao mentioned was still the kind Song Tan ate when she was a child.

One yuan for a pack of five pieces; it had only gone up by five jiao in twenty years, which could be called a conscientious enterprise.

When this was said, the whole table was silent.

And then, amidst everyone's suppressed laughter, Song Tan flipped through all the corners of her bag, only then finding this difficult coin.

Zhang Yanping became indignant: "Brother doesn't eat bubble gum!"

"Brother is lying."

Qiao Qiao said seriously: "I didn't buy it for brother yesterday, and you worked very slowly this morning."

Saying this, he ran out with a thud.

After a while, he was heard running back:

"Sister, can I take the doggies out?"

He was still wearing the dog tag on his body, and now he couldn't wait to go out and show off.

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Then wait a moment, I'll take Dawang and go for a walk with you."

The small shop had always been a gathering place for everyone to chat; taking Dawang for a walk was good, letting the villagers know that their house wasn't without any protection.

Qiao Qiao said "Oh," and then obediently went to the dog nest to find Dawang again.

And Song Tan also continued to ask: "Dad, how is the situation with the bees collecting nectar today?"

"Very good, very good!" Speaking of this, Song Sancheng's face was full of smiles: "Didn't I go to the mountain to ventilate the black fungus today? The white fungus has already sprouted mycelium!"

"When I came back and took a stroll in the field, I saw the bees buzzing in that field, layer upon layer, all here! It was quite scary to look at from afar."

When he got closer, the little guys were all busy collecting nectar, not even paying attention when he reached out.

This wave, they could finally eat well.

Song Tan was also satisfied.

These little guys could earn money; they were heroes. In two days, when this flower field was about done, she would have to open another field.

No need to worry about the bees; she remembered the Cherokee rose hips on the back of her truck and said again:

"Then... Dad, find someone tomorrow to go with my cousin and plant all the Cherokee roses."

What?

Zhang Yanping almost jumped up: "Digging the mountain?!"

"Where is there digging the mountain?!"

Song Sancheng didn't think this was a job at all:

"Just open a few ditches along both sides of the net and plant the seedlings? Does this need finding someone? Your cousin and I can do it in a day."

"No no no no no..."

Zhang Yanping waved his hands frantically: "Uncle, better find someone! Look at me..."

He stretched out his fair palms: "I'm really not that kind of material."

However, Song Tan had the words her aunt said before as an imperial sword, and now she didn't take the long-term laborer's protest seriously at all, only asking him:

"Driving piles for the fence or planting Cherokee roses, you choose one."

How to choose? How could this be chosen?

Zhang Yanping was tearful.

"By the way, Dad, find time to pull some bricks and cement over; we need to build a few more dog nests."

Song Sancheng thought for a moment: "It seems there are old blue bricks and large roof tiles left over in your grandfather's backyard."

"But this doesn't need to hire anyone; I'll do it in the next two days when I have time."

Song Tan looked at Dawang's size and advised him: "Better hire someone; lay a shallow foundation and make it sturdy."

After all, it was for long-term use.

"Otherwise, look at Dawang's size; if you do it alone, it's no different from building a house. Six liang of tea leaves have already been sold, six thousand yuan, Dad; we have money."

Speaking of tea leaves, Song Sancheng instantly didn't dare to continue, and hurriedly agreed.

And Wu Lan asked puzzledly: "You sold the tea leaves back before they were even picked and sorted?"

And it really sold for such a high price?

－－－－－－Author's Note－－－－－－

I know what you love to hear; it's the fourth update. Let me rest a bit, then another update to wrap up the ten-thousand-word goal.

It's really not my fault that the plot progresses slowly, hahaha; it's just that there are so many things to explain in one day (the farmer is aggrieved). Think of the one refining alchemy in a pressure cooker; I'm much faster, right?

Recommend a book:

"After Transmigration, the Max-Level Big Shot Explodes in the Entertainment Industry"

Synopsis: This is a story about a big shot whose soul returns home after sacrificing herself to the heavens, chasing her dreams in the entertainment industry.

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