Chapter 420 420. Rush arrangement
In the dead of night, it is very easy for Song Tan to do something in such a large, undeveloped depression.
But don’t panic.
She turned on her mobile phone and searched on the spot for the regular yield of rushes per mu, as well as what is the most suitable length of rushes in daily life... Then she calmly reached out her hand.
After all, we haven’t grown anything like this before!
The moonlight falls quietly from the sky, and the stars all around can be seen flickering. The sky in this late summer night is so quiet that it seems to be intoxicating.
And amid the gentle sound of the wind, the rushes in the fields were growing rapidly.
The long root system meanders silently in the soil, absorbing nutrients along the strands of veins.
The unknown substance in the air supports their leaves, making them greener and covered with fine dewdrops condensed on them.
When the night wind blows, it sways and falls.
The spiritual energy infiltrated silently in the land and mid-air. It was obvious that the fertility of the land was not overdrafted, but it caused clusters of buds to sprout in sparse places.
Then they started to twitch and grow...
Until a dark cloud slowly covered a corner of the moon, Song Tan slowly retracted his hand and opened his eyes.
What we saw in front of us was a lush green grassland with strong rushes growing in long and short lengths, giving the appearance of a patchy wild field.
But the green color and the unique smell of grass are enough to make people feel cool in this summer night.
She breathed a sigh of relief and then started to walk back.
…
While walking over the mountains and ridges, Song Tan couldn't help but start to think again: The place has become so big, and the family can no longer afford dozens of dogs, so he has to pretend to be a surveillance camera.
Tut. Money.
When she first came back, she thought it would be good to just grow something to feed the family and earn a little money along the way.
Later I found out, oh, I have made money, but I am also tired. I have to earn back the money I paid to hire people to work.
Later, when I was full, I wanted to eat even better...
She felt her greed late at night...Well, you can't blame her, right? Who gave us so many delicious things?
…
Early the next morning, before breakfast, Song Youde hurriedly rode on the electric bicycle and asked Song Tan to sit in the distinguished back seat.
We followed the path and climbed up the hillside at a fast pace. Then we used bamboo poles and sickles to push aside the bushes and weeds that had grown in disorder and blocked the road in front of us. Only then did we see the green depression at the foot of the mountain.
The deep and shallow puddles were hidden in the grass. The experienced farmer did not dare to step in easily. However, he moved the bamboo pole left and right and looked at the dense and long green rushes. His brows and eyes were full of eagerness. :
“After all these years, why haven’t I found such a good place? Look at how good the grass grows!”
Look at the sky again—
“The forecast says it will rain in two days, so we need to harvest as soon as possible! Otherwise, if there is too much rain, it will be easy for black spots or diseases to occur.”
Then he pulled the rush to his side and looked at it: "Look, luckily I don't grind and chirp like you. It's already almost grown. If it's exposed to the sun for another two days, it will become old and yellow easily!"
“When the time comes to make up the mat, the color will not look good.”
The words inside and outside are all one sentence: Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Song Tan:…
She sighed: "Okay, let's go back now and see who can help cut the grass for us, okay?"
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
“Please invite a few more!”
The abacus in the little old man's heart was crackling: "Today we will cut and dry, then tomorrow we will dry it for another day, and then we will dry it again the day after tomorrow." The forecast said it will be cloudy and rainy the day after tomorrow. I don't know if the rain will come, but I must clean up quickly first. good-
"It's okay if it rains. I'll just make a straw mat at home. It's just right!"
After thinking about it, the little old man couldn't help but hum a tune, and his brows and eyes were filled with happiness.
But soon, he turned around and asked another fatal question:
“By the way, Tantan, how much does this straw mat cost for us? I won’t do it if it’s too cheap!”
He thought of the straw mats Song Tan originally bought when he lived on campus in high school, costing 10 yuan a piece. If the straw mat he had made cost 10 yuan a piece, the little old man would not be able to do it.
The price of Songtan is quite reasonable.
“Don’t be impatient, don’t be impatient, wait until we all sleep and experience it before setting the price. Don’t worry, it won’t be cheap.”
Song Youde was shocked: "Why do you still want me? When I originally edited it for Qiao Qiao, didn't I also edit it for you guys?"
“It’s so embarrassing to say it!”
Song Tan glanced at the little old man's back: "Grandpa, you can't be partial! Qiaoqiao's is a whole bed of straw mats, which is fine and solid. When it's our turn, it's only one meter wide!"
And the editing is obviously sparser and lighter than Qiaoqiao's.
If Qiaoqiao's is airtight, theirs is so sparse that light and shadow can be seen, and it's also thin and narrow. It's just enough for one person to lie down on the bed without turning over...
Hmph, don’t lie down!
“We’ll just use old coarse cloth!”
"Can you blame me?" The little old man also said plausibly: "You just cut two handfuls of rushes. If you hadn't told me earlier that there were more rushes here, I would have thought that there were only that many in our village! She reluctantly compiled it. How many beds, I don’t have to worry about it? Are you still not happy..."
Song Tan:…
"I don't care!" She began to be unreasonable: "Anyway, there are so many grasses here, and it's a good place I found. You have to make another good bed for me first."
Song Youde was reluctant: "I'll make a bed for each of you. The summer is almost over and I can't keep up with the money..."
No, it’s almost July. If you work non-stop, you can only make one big bed. Time is so tight!
Song Tan opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard Song Youde suddenly become excited again:
“But don’t panic. Those who were playing cards with me are all good at weaving straw mats and bamboo baskets. Hey, do you want bamboo mats? Let’s make them together, right?”
“I will call them home later, share the straw with them, and make a mat for them. How much will I give them..."
How much will it cost?
Song Youde thought of giving money but was reluctant to part with it.
But old man, it’s not a good idea to give 10 yuan. It’s too cheap and no one will do it properly.
But it’s too much. If the straw mat is sold for thirty-fifty, what will he earn?
Song Tan: ...It can be seen that the potential of capitalists seems to be engraved in the bones and blood of the old Song family.
She smiled reassuringly: "Dubian, Dubian, grandpa, don't think so much. Hurry up and go back to have breakfast! Call someone by the way."
“Otherwise, when the sun comes out later, it will be hard to do the work.”
"right!"
The little old man momentarily forgot the price he had just calculated, and now he was thinking to himself: "It takes at least five or six people to mow the grass, and the low land is not easy to work on."
“Your dad and I are responsible for the transportation. Oh yes, I have to ask two more people to help me chop the grass...”
To tell you the truth, the dormitory straw mats and bamboo pillows I bought at the wholesale market when I was in school cost 10 yuan each...
Good night, Rose.
(End of this chapter)