Chapter 421 421. Earned 10,000!
“The rushes have to be split before they can be dried, and you have to find a handle with a good handle, otherwise they will be damaged..."
Song Youde couldn't help but feel a little numb when he thought about hiring so many people - how much money would it cost!
I couldn't help but ask: "Tantan, I don't know how much this straw mat can be sold for. There are too many people asking for it, so the cost is high... If that doesn't work, let's cut it by our own family."
Song Tan:? ! !
“No!” She refused quickly, and handed a piece of freshly cut grass to the front to ask Song Youde to look at it again:
“Grandpa, it was easy to see grass of this quality in the past. If you don’t cut it back as soon as the weather is good, it will be old tomorrow. It will rain again in two days and there will be no time to dry it... By then it will be too late for you to regret it!”
“How can our family have time to do this?”
I understand the truth, but... I still feel reluctant to let it go.
Song Youde muttered: "If I had known that the baking room in the old yard would not be built, I should have built it bigger and spread rushes in it. It can be baked in a few hours, and the color is beautiful..."
This is true.
Generally, when rushes are dried in the sun, they will inevitably lose some color, such as changing from green to light green, gray-green or dimming.
And it will take another day or two.
But if you tumble dry it, it only takes four hours. It not only saves time, but also retains the color and grass flavor to the maximum extent. It is indeed a more economical method.
But Song Tan became wary: "The roasting house is too big. Don't you need money? Besides, when grandpa smokes tobacco again next year, you won't think about how you already have such a big roasting house. Why not plant two more acres of land?" Tobacco leaves?"
Song Youde: ...Look at this stinky granddaughter!
He didn’t think so originally, but it seemed reasonable to say so...
…
It was already past 6 o'clock when he got home, and breakfast had already been prepared. Wu Lei was like a wandering spirit, holding his legs stiffly on the stairs step by step, and it took him a long time to move down.
Without washing his hands, he took a large piece of rice cake, held it in both hands, and ate it one bite after another.
This is a steamed cake made from freshly ground rice. It is soft and sweet, not to mention how delicious it is!
With such a large family, the seventh cousin had to make a three-tiered steamer at one time just to have enough food!
Qiaoqiao also came down with sleepy eyes. First he stretched greatly, and then did a few more Tiga poses, and then rushed into the kitchen humming.
But he was a particular child, so he washed his hands and took a bowl of freshly cooked rice porridge first -
“Wow, smells good! It smells so good! I want to eat it with sour cowpeas!”
But the porridge was a bit too hot, so I could only slurp it and eat it in small bites.
Turning around, Qiao Qiao was curious: "Brother Leilei, why do you want to learn to eat like a squirrel?"
He gestured.
The squirrel is holding an acorn in its two small paws, just like Brother Wu Lei who is holding rice cakes in his two hands today.
Qiaoqiao happened to see it through the window once. After observing it for a long time, the description now is absolutely accurate.
Wulei raised his head and glanced at him, his expression was full of resentment, and his voice was even weaker:
"Because...one of my hands is shaking, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it."
Having never done any physical work, after working so suddenly for a few days, not only did the pain in my body not disappear, but there was new pain every day...
For example, this hand is trembling even when it is stretched out in the air.
Zhang Yanping was pouring the last mouthful of porridge from the bowl into his mouth, and he almost choked when he heard this!
Qiao Qiao didn’t believe what he said—Brother Yan Ping didn’t work at all. Under the early morning sunshine, Zhang Yanping's dark face seemed to be reflected by a layer of bright light.
When Wu Lei saw this, he suddenly felt desperate - if he was like this, would Lili still fall in love with him?
Here, Song Youde was already discussing with Song Sancheng about weaving straw mats at home. Ulan had already taken stock of who was quick at work and good at harvesting rice...and accurately found out the other person's phone number and called them.
Seeing this, Wu Lei quickly walked over with his stiff legs pitifully:
“Uncle, can I stop carrying watermelons today? I can’t even lift my arms now, and my waist is too tired...”
This watermelon is so big!
At first I didn’t feel anything when I held it, but later...it was really a bitter tear.
Song Sancheng couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this: "Really? Oh, you kid, you are so considerate -"
At the same time, he raised his voice and shouted: "Ulan, Ulan, please invite one less person today. Wu Lei said he can go and cut the grass for us-"
Wulei:? ! !
He instantly remembered the painful time he spent in the rice fields. At this moment, even the big watermelons on the mountain became round and cute, so he quickly waved his hand:
“No, no, no, uncle, I just said that, but actually I still want to help my uncle Zhang! I’ll go in a minute, I’ll go in a minute…”
“Oh, okay.”
Song Sancheng still has some regrets - the wages for hiring someone to cut the grass are quite high. If there is one less person, wouldn't this be another saving?
However, this young man Wu Lei, although he is a bit sluggish, seems to have performed quite well in the past two days...
He then said with concern: "Leilei, don't be too tired when you go to the mountains to move watermelons. If you are moving twenty or thirty watermelons, just sit there and rest for a while. You don't have to finish it all in one go."
Wulei:…
Now he has to take a break after moving about ten pieces...
Then Song Sancheng slapped him hard twice on the shoulder: "Perform well! I see you have become stronger in the past two days. Do you sleep well? I tell you, you must be very healthy when you live in our village. You little ones Young people are in poor health in the city, so they have to come back to adjust..."
“Oh, by the way, it’s summer, so you have to get up early to work, you stupid boy... If you get up at 5 o’clock to clean up, go up and do some work, and then come back to rest when the sun comes out, wouldn’t it be more comfortable than facing the bright sun?”
“You young people still like to sleep in, hahaha…”
Song Tan felt a little embarrassed at this time. Did her father mean what he said?
Wulei numbly held the uneaten rice cake in his hand, feeling that his heart was about to break at this moment.
…
Song Youde looked at the sky: "Oh, I have to go back quickly and find a few old guys to help me chop the grass. Wulan, Tantan said that I can earn the money for the straw mats. I can get the money for hiring people to do the work later." Here you go!”
Ulan also laughed cheerfully: "Okay, dad, you have to work hard. My mother earns 100 yuan a day picking tea, and now she has earned 10,000 yuan!"
Song Youde's scalp was tense. He quickly made a mental calculation - but it started in March, one hundred a day, and now at the end of June...
There can’t be more than 10,000!
This old woman didn't even mention the money when she got home, so she was quite able to hide it! No wonder I feel so energetic carrying the basket early every morning!
Hmph, look at him earning 10,000 from this straw mat... cough, 5,000... um, come back with 3,000!
I don’t feel any pain today, but I feel dizzy even when I turn over in bed, and I can’t move my head. It feels like an amusement park roller coaster...
Thank you all for your concern. I have read them all. Reader Ziyue also gave me many specific ways...
Thank you everyone.
I will try my best to update it tonight, but it will be very late. It will be better tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)