Chapter 451 451. Do you want watermelon?
Just...10,000?
Maybe you didn’t make the mattress.
She was curious: "Grandpa, how many did you braid for me before?"
"There was not enough grass at that time..." Song Youde said casually while tidying up the dried grass in the yard: "I simply made one layer of your straw mats, and it is relatively narrow, so I don't need 1,000 straw mats."
Song Tan:…
“What about Qiaoqiao’s?”
Song Youde felt proud: "Isn't Qiao Qiao's one particularly good? Let me tell you, I estimate that it took 3,000 pieces! The front and back are evenly knitted! But they were knitted according to the size of your bed."
"When the summer is over, clean it, dry it and roll it up. It can be used for many years! Don't look at me not making this up for a long time. If I do it now, what do you call it? The sword is not old yet!"
Look how proud this little old man is!
Song Tan then frowned: "Grandpa, your partiality is too blatant."
Song Youde was also numb: "Why do you still mention it? This kid, I told you that there was not enough grass at that time. You know such a big meadow, why didn't you tell me earlier? You see, now I have to make up another one for you. —What else should I do? I’ll give you 10,000 pieces?”
“I don’t want it.”
Song Tan shook his head: "Today's new mattresses are very close to the human body. There are no stitches on the top or bottom of the waist when lying on it. If you braid 10,000 pieces on top, it will be uneven. Wouldn't it break down quickly?"
"Forget it! Your granddaughter and I are not the kind of person to care about everything. Just make up 2,000 pieces."
Song Youde:…
He couldn't help laughing at the end: "Look at you, you are so petty, aren't you a fussy person? Okay, okay, I'll give you a 2,000-piece braid - but is your mattress really that soft?"
“Well, being too soft is not good for your waist.”
Song Tan laughed: "Grandpa, we have to play with our mobile phones on the bed. The bed board is too hard and it's very uncomfortable."
“Besides, the current spring sponges are all very good, and they also pay attention to spring partitions. Different springs are used for each body part. The head is the head, the waist is the waist, and the feet are the feet..."
So when choosing a mattress this time, contemporary mobile phone parties all choose the same model.
Wulan and Song Sancheng are used to sleeping on hard mattresses, so they bought brown mattresses.
Song Tan likes soft ones, so she added a layer of latex.
Qiao Qiao and Zhang Yanping Xinjun were afraid of the heat, so they added a thin layer of palm mat on top.
Good guy, Song Youde was stunned for a moment after hearing these words——
Are you still so particular about sleeping now?
Like he still has a hard bed.
When Song Sancheng got married, he spent money to buy a spring mattress in the town. But after a long time, he said that some springs were always going to collapse...
But this also made Song Youde frown.
"If you want to say that the mattress can fit the body, then it is not a flat piece - then if I make a straw mat for you, I have to chop the grass into finer pieces."
Song Tan was stunned: "Do you want it to be more detailed?"
"Yeah." Song Youde picked up the first batch of dried hay and showed it to her: "Do you think it's still hard in the middle when you touch it like this? It's summer, and it's braided like this. It's tough and not easy to break. "
"But think about it, if you lay it on the bed and turn it left and right, the uneven parts will be easily broken after a long time, so you can only chop it a little thinner."
“Like knitting a straw hat, rub the grass leaves as softly as possible—it will be soft and comfortable.”
It just takes time and effort.
Song Tan quickly comforted him: "It takes time and effort. I'll help you sell it more expensively. It's worth it."
Song Youde had no idea about "selling more expensively". He figured that the grass had already been split, and he would have to find a few more people to split the grass again, and there would also be people who rub the grass -
But this project is quite large. I'm afraid the rushes in the two acres of land in front of me will be weeded until winter, right?
“There’s no rush, we’ll sell it the next year when winter comes.”
Song Tan quickly reassured his grandfather.
Song Youde frowned: "You have to hurry up, otherwise the winter will be dry and the grass will be dry and easy to break. You have to spray water from time to time before weaving it."
Song Tan: ...so complicated?
“How about we weave bamboo mats.”
In her impression, when she was a child, she saw her family weaving bamboo mats and baskets. All she had to do was split the bamboo into strips or bamboo filaments, and there wasn’t that much fuss.
“What are you thinking about!”
Song Youde said to her unceremoniously: "The straw mat is so flexible, I'm worried that it won't be strong enough when pressed on your mattress. The bamboo mat is even more brittle... What if that fat person falls asleep on his head and suddenly breaks over time? , when someone stretched out his hand and wiped it, the bamboo stick pricked his hand—"
“Hiss!”
Just thinking about Song Tan can't help but frown:
“Okay.”
She looked at the large bamboo forest on the roadside and sighed: "It seems they have no use except growing bamboo shoots."
“Who said that?”
Song Youde was not happy to hear this:
“Do you still have little use for building a cucumber stand in your vegetable garden?”
“Besides, if we can’t weave mats, why can’t we weave baskets? Let’s wait until I free up what I have on hand.”
However, Song Youde obviously still has worries in his heart—
“If the straw mats are so carefully woven, they will definitely not be able to make one in a day. If we continue like this, I’m afraid that the summer will be over and I won’t be able to make much.”
Song Youde felt a little regretful when he thought about how much money he had spent on hiring someone to cut the grass.
“What are you afraid of?”
Song Tan, however, was open-minded: "I won't be able to make it this year, but I'll definitely catch up next year. Grandpa, please be more detailed in your weaving. Nowadays, many people love such detailed handwork and will buy it!"
The grass was piled on the ground, and Song Youde sighed. Song Tan was so confident that he couldn't help but laugh...
The two men were chatting when they heard the sound of a tricycle outside.
Zhang Wang's family came down the mountain under the sun. When they saw Song Tan, they asked anxiously:
“Tantan, I see that the weather forecast says it will rain heavily for several days tomorrow. The watermelons in this field cannot survive the rain! Let’s pick them all this afternoon!”
Normally, watermelons during the growing period are not afraid of this kind of rain, but the problem is that many of the large watermelons in their fields are stuck on the edge of maturity.
If the air pressure drops and rain hits at this time, it will explode in the ground without waiting for someone to pick it - who can bear it for 20 yuan a pound?
Song Tan:…! !
I almost forgot about this, I've obviously been watching the forecast for several days!
“Okay, Uncle Zhang, I’ll tell my family first, and we’ll all go up to the mountain to help pick watermelons!”
"good."
Zhang Wang's family also rode their tricycles again: "It's not too late for the second harvest of early melons, so don't panic. The main thing is the big watermelons that are ripe now."
Because it was so big, not much was planted at first, but now it adds up to several acres, which is a laborious task.
Song Tan thought about it and called the vegetable seller: "Old Zhao, do you want some watermelon?"
It rained heavily, and it was miserable for me to move watermelons in the field...
(End of this chapter)