Vol 311 Chapter 456: 456Agents and Suppliers

Chapter 456 456. Agents and suppliers

The rain was just as the weather forecast said, and it lasted for three days.

Fortunately, on the morning of the fourth day, the sun shined successfully again.

Song Tan got up early and ran to the edge of the field to look at the two paddy fields that were almost submerged to the edge of the field. Then he looked at the mud that was gradually settling underneath. He nodded to Old Man Li who looked expectant next to him: "I think Just right!”

“No!”

Old man Li was also very happy: "It's time to plant the rice seedlings. Hurry up and find someone to come. It's too hot, so we have to do it morning and night. Try to finish it today."

"OK."

It has been raining for a few days, and everyone has been busy. They have planned what to do. Naturally, it is up to Song Sancheng and Wu Lan to contact them about finding someone.

But Qiaoqiao was fully armed. He was holding a basket and a sickle, and he was ready to go to the back mountain with high spirits.

Wulei looked at his back with envy in his eyes—because not only was he unable to chop sorghum, but he also had to follow Uncle Zhang to the watermelon field to inspect the watermelons.

It has been raining heavily for three days, and it is hard to keep watermelons from cracking in the ground. It’s just a matter of carrying them around...

He sighed: This may be his life! Not at the construction site, just in the fields.

Just as Qiao Qiao was about to set foot on the road to the back of the mountain, she suddenly turned around and trotted all the way to Song Tan:

“Sister, grandpa said that my father liked to eat sorghum stalks when he was a child. It’s as sweet as sugar cane. I’ll try it first. Hahaha, I’ll definitely bring you the sweetest sorghum stalks at noon!”

Song Tan:…

Although I was a little touched, the Qiaoqiao today is not the simple Qiaoqiao she once was.

“Then...Qiaoqiao is so good? Do you want to buy Ultraman?”

She asked.

But Qiao Qiao shook her head: "I want to plant as much corn as rice next year. Can I invite my children to come to the class reunion and break the corn together?"

In a place as big as a mountain, it is not impossible to grow two acres of corn...but invite the children to attend the class reunion and break the corn...

Song Tan thought about it and felt very capitalist.

She then solemnly said: "I'm not sure yet, but if the conditions are met, I will agree."

“Okay!” Qiaoqiao nodded obediently, without asking what the conditions were - anyway, adults always have a reason to do things.

He then raised his head and said, "I'm going to chop sorghum!"

Behind him, Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping also followed. The former simply went to learn more, while the latter held his mobile phone and stand to prepare for another live broadcast for the children, and took some close-ups of sorghum to fill their database.

After all, if an online store occasionally wants to launch something new, it must have a picture, right?

At this time, Ulan was wearing rain boots and a long plastic sheet around his waist, and he and his grandma hurried up the mountain carrying a basket.

Seeing this, Song Tan couldn't help but persuade: "It has just rained, and the night has just passed. There must be a lot of water in the tea field, and the dew will wet the clothes..."

"You kid, what are you afraid of with our physiques? In what year was there not so much dew in the morning when picking tea leaves?"

Ulan was impatient: "I haven't picked tea for three days, and it rained again. I don't know how the tea leaves are growing. Let's go and play."

Song Tan:…

The stall is getting bigger, and more and more people are invited. Although the family is busy, it is really not as anxious as before, and I am not tired.

You can say that you have some free time - yes!

Whether it’s her parents or grandparents, including her grandfather who is now in a wheelchair, they all have a character that can’t take any time off.

Seeing that she was the only one left at home, Song Tan simply wandered over to her grandfather again.

He edited the 1.5-meter piece by himself, and he edited the 1.8-meter and 2-meter pieces on his own. Grandpa Tantan and Wang Lifen were all helping him, so that he could be efficient.    Moreover, he works more than 8 hours a day!

It can be seen that the work on this straw mat really took a lot of effort - but the finished product is also particularly gratifying.

I don’t know what happened to the rushes this year. Logically speaking, they are always gray-green or yellow-green after being exposed to the sun. Most of them are golden and withered like straw.

But the grass blades in his hands were as green as jade, and looked cool on a hot day.

Not to mention that after braiding, it is flexible and elastic. You can roll it into a very thin roll with just one roll. When you unfold it and spread it on the bed, just looking at it makes you feel as if the heat in your heart has dissipated.

Song Youde has been looking around for the past two days. He feels that his craftsmanship has reached its peak and he is very proud of it.

At this moment, seeing Song Tan coming, he quickly pulled her to show off:

"Quick! Look, grandpa, the straw mat I made is pretty good! Tell me, what price should I set for this? Tsk, tsk, tsk... Oh, it's really good!"

Song Tan knew the efficacy of this straw mat without trying it.

Aura itself can amplify the characteristics of plants, and rushes are cool, soothing, and reduce dryness. Such a good thing is no worse than the best silk in summer.

She pondered for a moment: "Let's do this. Grandpa, you make a straw mat and I buy it for 300, 400 and 500 respectively."

“As for how much I’ll sell it for…”

Song Tan thought to herself, if she didn’t sell it for 999 this time, she would be sorry for her hard work of going to the rushes late at night!

“You don’t care how much it sells for!”

Song Youde was stunned: "Didn't we agree at the beginning that you would help me sell it?"

"yes!"

Song Tan nodded: "It was agreed at first, but then I thought about it, the land is mine, the grass is mine, I paid for the workers first, and I will help you sell them-"

“What am I trying to do?”

Ah this.

Song Youde was also stuck.

“You are still my granddaughter!” He complained grumblingly: “Are you as good as your grandfather?”

Song Tan cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back: "It's not shameful for brothers to settle accounts openly. Besides, will that meadow be planted with grass next year?"

“If he doesn’t plant it, I’ll just ask the excavator to dig it and renovate the pond.”

Song Youde quickly stopped him: "How many ponds do you want? There are already such big ponds, but you still have to dig them! Three hundred is three hundred!"

"that is…"

After he was angry, he felt a little embarrassed: "You gave me three to five hundred as a salary. I had only negotiated with the village for 50 before - how inappropriate is this?"

“What’s this?”

Song Tan was not at all panicked:

“Grandpa, you rely on your blood relationship with me to become a first-level agent and to get this batch of rushes—your downlines have to get less, isn’t it normal?”

“If you really feel sorry for yourself, just pay another ten or twenty yuan per bed.”

After all, with this quality, it is not easy to produce one with help all day long.

She is stingy, that’s how stingy she is when she sells things. But if she asks people from her hometown, especially these old people with no income, to work, what will it look like if she is stingy again?

Joined another coding room tonight. Good guy, no one has written for half an hour...

As expected of us.

Good night.

(End of this chapter)

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