Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 171 - . Qiaoqiaos Education Issue_1

Chapter 171: 171. Qiaoqiao’s Education Issue_1

Chapter 171: 171. Qiaoqiao’s Education Issue_1

Considering this, isn’t Qiaoqiao’s workload a bit too much these days?

Song Tan thought about it and also carefully counted Qiaoqiao’s tasks—

Every day, he would help out Seventh Uncle with three meals or try his hand at chopping vegetables to practice his knife skills.

Feeding the pigs three times a day, which could turn into five times when he has to cook separately for them.

He also needs to feed the chickens and ducks on the side.

Of course, the ducks go off to the pond to find their own food, and the chickens roam around the hillsides all day. At feeding time, all he needs to do is scatter some corn kernels and add some water to their bowls, so there’s not much work there.

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But feeding the dogs is a big project, not to mention, Big King and Big White are hefty eaters.

Change of guard!

As soon as this batch of farm work is over, they must make these dogs change guards! The coveted spot near the water can’t be taken by Big King alone.

As for the rest… the rest are just bits and bobs of chores, like scrubbing pots, washing dishes, or picking tremella fuciformis on the hillside.

Song Tan looked at her phone with the barrage of messages still calling for the link. But on reflection, it seemed like she really had filled the silly child’s entire day with tasks.

The village has a regular routine, and Qiaoqiao definitely couldn’t stay up past ten at night.

It’s no wonder he didn’t complain about only being able to watch two episodes of Ultraman lately. He had indeed worked hard during the day and went to bed early at night…

While these chores don’t require great strength or sweating profusely, the more trivial tasks there are, the more time they consume.

This won’t do!

Learning how to cook is one thing, but at his young age, he should also be learning some knowledge.

Song Tan had already considered hiring a teacher, but first off, there were no suitable teachers in the village, and it was risky to hire an outsider without knowing them well—not to mention how much it would cost to get a teacher to come to the mountain village just for one-on-one teaching.

Secondly, with daily chores at home keeping everyone so busy, there was hardly any time to spare.

Song Tan clenched her teeth—

No time must be made!

There was no end to farm work, but Qiaoqiao still needed to learn.

Yet, to get someone to come to the village for lessons, unless it was an exceptionally high salary, only the promise of good food might attract them.

As for living arrangements… there was a side room in their house, initially kept for tea pickers back when every family was still picking tea. Seventh Uncle had lived there before.

Her thoughts came one after the other, but in the camera, Qiaoqiao had already moved farther down the row of tremella fuciformis and eventually disappeared from view.

In the screen, there was only the closest tremella branch, with groups of tremella about the size of ping pong balls, not yet fully grown, inlaid on the dark brown logs, leaving the viewers speechless—

[Wow, the host really doesn’t treat us like outsiders, eh? The host is gone just like that.]

[With that attitude, I’m not buying even if she puts up the link.]

[Don’t wanna buy? Fine! Has she put it up?]

[Why no teaching session today? I thought there was going to be a lesson on growing tremella.]

[Eh, why isn’t the big brother from the top-ranking list saying anything?]

Song Tan looked closely:

The top donors in the three live streams were still the familiar IDs:

[Insomnia Anxiety Sufferer]

[Wish I Could Sleep for Another Five Hundred Years]

[I Don’t Want to Grind Either, but I Can’t Sleep]

Um… looking at this, the biggest effect of the video is still sleep-inducing, isn’t it?

Look at these folks, donating as soon as the stream starts, and then just disappearing. They must be watching the stream with their pillows ready, waiting for the right time, huh?

So rich… ahem, potential clients!

Song Tan chuckled inwardly, thinking that with such generous clients, Qiaoqiao’s live sale would surely attract buyers.

She decided to keep observing, and if necessary, maintain this later on; after all, Qiaoqiao enjoyed streaming and it was becoming part of his career, so she had to support him.

Lost in thought, she suddenly heard Wu Lan’s voice:

“You’re here in the tea garden but not helping to pick tea, what are you doing just standing there?”

Only then did Song Tan come back to her senses, lifting her phone up to Wu Lan, who was busily working with both hands:

“I’m watching Qiaoqiao’s live stream.”

Wu Lan became interested and peeked over, “Your dad said he got over a thousand in donations last stream, does that money go to us?”

“If we sign a contract, we should get half, but the taxes are quite high, and we can only withdraw it next month.”

Song Tan told the truth.

“How about this time?” Wu Lan, who loved money, eagerly watched the livestream and then frowned:

“This kid! I see people on livestreams constantly talking in front of the camera, why did he wander off? There’s no one in the frame.”

Song Tan laughed, “It’s okay, Mom. Qiaoqiao isn’t just anybody. The more he does this, the more the audience likes him. Look, he got another six hundred today.”

Wow, can you really make money just like that?

She couldn’t help but fill her head with fantasies about the outside world: “You young people have so many different ways to make money!”

Song Tan: …Actually, not every young person can make money that easily.

But the important thing wasn’t that at the moment; it was the idea she just had—

“Mom, it’s not a solution for Qiaoqiao to go on like this. Do you think we should hire a teacher for him?”

There were special schools in the city, but who in the family was willing to send Qiaoqiao there?

Besides, after being at home for over a decade, sending him away would be heart-breaking!

Not just for Wu Lan, Song Tan herself felt the pain at the thought.

Nowadays, there wasn’t even an elementary school in the village, and the teachers from her childhood were all aging.

Moreover, even if they weren’t old, with their mouths full of dialect, they couldn’t teach Qiaoqiao, as he used dialect in his livestreams too.

So, if they wanted Qiaoqiao to learn, wouldn’t they have to hire a teacher? After all, no one in the family could tutor him.

Wu Lan was usually open-minded when it came to what was best for the child, but the problem was—would someone be willing to come to our remote place?

Who could be sure about that?

Song Tan wasn’t certain, and could only share her idea for now: “I’ll ask around first.”

Wu Lan began to worry again, “To hire someone to come to our backwoods, it’s going to be several thousand a month, right?”

Several thousand?

Song Tan herself was worrying: it would probably be over ten thousand!

Logically, although the countryside is more secluded, providing food and shelter, there should be someone willing to come, right?

But the issue is, every career requires prospects, right? Teaching kids doesn’t offer a formal position or security.

If someone came, they could only consider it a sabbatical for a few years.

Older people with families might not be willing to uproot their lives, and younger people can’t waste their youth like that…

But Song Tan kept these concerns to herself and just nodded seriously, “I’ll think it over when I have time.”