Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 307 307. Tobacco Leaves

  The weather this year is extremely hot. It is only in the middle and late May, and the temperature has already risen to more than 30 degrees.

  Although the village is much cooler than the city, but with such a high temperature increase, the fan has to be turned on every day when eating.

  It doesn’t cool down until the second half of the night, especially the young men who are really afraid of the heat. If they want to sleep in the first half of the night, they also need to turn on the fan.

  Considering that grandpa’s house will also be cleaned up in summer, Song Tan refrained from buying the air conditioner, but brought back a few fans, one for each room.

  It's okay to do it this way, but Qiao Qiao has a lot of firepower and will blow all night. I turned on the fan in the first half of the night, and I didn’t know to turn it off when I fell asleep, and in the second half of the night, the bed was full and the quilt was touched.

  He slept in the room next to Song Youde. Originally, the old couple cared about their grandson, but when they took a look at him at night, it was impossible to blow their stomachs!

  So the next morning, Song Youde stopped the siblings:

   "Tan Tan, Qiao Qiao, take a sickle and go to the village to find out where there is rush, and cut two handfuls back, and I will weave some straw mats for you."

  Nowadays, every household has air-conditioning, but bamboo mats and straw mats are gradually becoming useless. The edges of several bamboo mats in Song Youde's house had cracked from the seals, and the branches were branched.

  It can be used, but it will be hot and there will be no farm work, so it is not necessary.

  Rush...

  Song Tan thought to himself: I wandered all over the village last time, and I only made a few in total, and it was born out of it.

  This will be enough to weave straw mats...

  She pushed Qiao Qiao back: "Grandpa, it's hot outside, tell Qiao to study at home, I'll do it."

   "By the way, lend me your tricycle."

   As he spoke, he touched the key directly from the house, and then rode on the small red tricycle.

  Song Youde felt distressed: "Ride slowly! Don't give my car to the Kaitian ditch."

   What answered him was Song Tan booming his voice to speed up.

  There are still a few clumps growing where the rush that was cut off last time, this stuff can grow big and big with just one clump, plus the place is remote and wasteland...

  Song Tan gave some inspiration, and waited patiently for a while, and soon there was a big fluffy green ball in front of him.

  She waved the sickle, and in three or two strokes a lot was tied up, and then the back seat was full.

   Seeing that it was still early, I went to the vegetable garden to take a look under the sun—

   The cucumbers are already ripe, just touch two of them and eat them directly!

  Hold the cucumber with your left and right hands, and twist it forward and backward, and the slightly rough thorns on the top will be twisted off, and then pat the cucumber nonchalantly...

   Tsk, she doesn't look like a fairy at all.

  When the hand was refreshed, he directly "clicked" and bit it. The instant refreshment infiltrated the mouth, and the throat and eyes seemed to feel the fragrance of cucumber.

  She gnawed in three or two mouthfuls, looked down, and saw that three treasures and four treasures were looking up at herself eagerly.

   Okay, these two gluttonous dogs.

   There is nothing less to eat in the vegetable garden.

  She smiled, stuffed the last remaining cucumber heads into their mouths, turned around and pulled two more on the cucumber stand: "Eat slowly, find a place to rest by yourself when it's hot."

   Turn around and look at the eggplants in the field.

   Now some of the green eggplants have matured, and the purple eggplants will take a while, and the cabbage has been sold out, so there are only two lines left.

  The pepper seedlings planted before are now lush and green peppers with white flowers are luxuriant and ready to be picked, but the output is not large.

   And cowpea.

  Good guy, this thing looks like a lifeless thing, with long hairs hanging down, and it's a lot if you grab it.

  But Song Tan didn't plan to sell these vegetables directly, she wanted Seventh Cousin to take everyone to help pickle them into sour cowpea and then sell them.

   Let’s get some sun-dried cowpeas, and wait until the winter stew…

  Just thinking about it like this makes my mouth water.

  Here, old man Li is looking back and forth in the rice field with his hands behind his back. The rice is grown vigorously, full of grains, and green.

  When the wind blows, continuous green waves spread across the field. Old man Li is full of joy when he sees it, and he is dreaming of planting rice flowers.

   "Tan Tan," he said with considerable experience: "You planted the rice early, and it grows surprisingly well... Let me see, it will be harvested in June."

   "Okay, I will find someone to drive the harvester when the time comes."

  Song Tan also responded readily.

   "You girl, you don't even know how to love money. :

  Old man Li said to her: "Just these two fields, what harvester are you looking for, the elders in your family can come up with a few sickles, and they can finish it in a day!"

  Song Tan: …

  That’s right, we’re not short of money, are we?

  It's a hot day, why bother?

   "Grandpa Li," she laughed, "my family works, and I'm afraid you can't help but do it too. It's so hot today, if you turn around and faint again, I can't explain it."

   "It's okay, I'll ask someone to drive the harvester when the time comes. If you really care about money, if there are rice ears left in the field, you can pick them up and tidy them up yourself, I don't care."

  Old man Li was instantly pleasantly surprised: "Is it really for me?"

"Give!"

  How many ears of rice can be picked up in two fields!

  But old man Li doesn't think so.

  He showed Song Tan the rice fields and the vegetable garden, but he knew how delicious the food at home was. Cucumbers grew like that, so could the rice be unpalatable?

  He is a bad old man, how many catties does he eat in a year?

   "Okay," he said with a chuckle, "I'm picking ears of rice, so don't send rice to my house, it's enough to eat."

  Song Tan giggled, but didn't answer—it's up to her whether it's enough or not.

   Seeing that the time was almost passing, Kaka finished eating the cucumber in his hand, then turned onto the cement road next to him, rode a tricycle and ran home again.

  Just went home, and saw Song Youde spread a clean plastic sheet on the floor, and now he was sitting on the bench, stroking the tobacco leaves one by one.

   It is worth mentioning that Song Tan only planted about two fractions of the tobacco, but because of the aura, it grew exceptionally strong, and the output can be said to be the peak that can only be achieved if the water and fertilizer management is in place—

   Harvested a full 600 catties of tobacco leaves!

  The 600 catties of tobacco leaves are roasted in the barn, which is almost 200 catties of flue-cured tobacco.

   Song Youde has a treasure, and he walks with wind!

  At this moment, he was taking out a few pieces of roasted golden tobacco leaves, and then pinched the stem in the center of the leaves, and stroked the leaves with both hands left and right, leaving only a bare stem aside.

   This action was obviously done extremely quickly. After a few swipes, a small handful of tobacco leaves was piled up next to it.

  Song Tan stood there and looked at it: "What is this for?"

  Song Youde was cheerful, his heart and eyes full of anticipation: "I'm out of shredded tobacco, I'll cut some and smoke first."

Fine.

   As far as smoking is concerned, her grandfather couldn't be more positive.

  Look, there's nothing to do with the pile of rushes on the back seat of the car now.

   Tobacco yields 800-1800 kg of fresh leaves per mu. Note that it is fresh leaves, kilograms.

   Most of the information says that the yield per mu refers to the output of flue-cured tobacco.

   Everyone, be careful not to miss the mark.

  (end of this chapter)