Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 420 420. Rush arrangement

   Now that the night is quiet, with such a large unfinished depression, it is very easy for Song Tan to find some means.

   But don't panic.

  She turned on her mobile phone, and searched on the site the normal yield of rush grass, and what is the most suitable length in daily life... Then she stretched out her hand in a calm manner.

   After all, we have never grown such a thing before!

  The moonlight is quietly falling from the sky, and the surrounding stars can be seen flickering. The sky in the middle of the summer night is so quiet that it seems to make people intoxicated.

   And in this gentle wind, the rush grass in the field is growing rapidly.

  The long root system meanders silently in the soil, absorbing nutrients along the veins.

  The unknown substance in the air supports their leaves, making them greener and covered with fine dewdrops from condensation.

  When the night wind blows, it sways and falls.

  The aura infiltrated the land and mid-air silently. Obviously, the fertility of the land was not overdrawn, but it caused clusters of buds to grow in sparse places.

   And then they start twitching, growing…

   Until a dark cloud slowly covered the corner of the moon, Song Tan slowly withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.

   I saw a lush green grassland in front of me, the strong rushes were long and short, and it looked like an uneven wild field.

  But the blue 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 crossing the mountains and ridges, Song Tan couldn't help thinking again: the place has become so big, the family can no longer afford dozens of dogs, and the monitoring should be installed.

   Tut. money.

  When she first came back, she thought it would be good to just grow something for the family to eat, and earn a little money along the way.

   Later, I found out, oh, I am tired after earning money, and I have to earn back the money I paid for hiring people to work.

  Later, when I was full, I still wanted to eat better...

  She felt her own greed in the middle of the night... Well, it can't be her fault, can it? Who made so many delicious things!

  …

  Early in the morning of the next day, before breakfast, Song Youde hurriedly rode on the electric bike and asked Song Tan to sit on the noble back seat.

   Speeding all the way, I climbed over the hillside along the path, and then took a bamboo pole and a sickle to push away the messy bushes and weeds that blocked the road, and then I saw the green depression at the foot of the mountain.

The deep and shallow puddles are hidden in the grass, and the experienced old farmer did not dare to step into them easily, but he moved the bamboo pole around, looking at the dense and long enough green rushes, his brows and eyes were full of can't wait :

   "It's been so many years, why haven't I found such a good place? Look at the grass, how well it grows!"

  Look at the sky again—

   "The forecast said that it will rain for two days, so harvest quickly! Otherwise, if there is too much rain, it is easy to get black spots or get sick."

   Then he pulled the rush rush to his side to have a look: "Look, it's a good thing I'm not like you, it's almost grown, and it's easy to get old and yellow after two days of drying!"

   "When the time comes to weave straw mats, the colors won't look good."

   There is one sentence inside and outside the words: Hurry up!

  Song Tan: …

  She sighed: "Okay, let's go back now and see who will help us mow the grass?"

   "Let's go, let's go!"

  Song Youde directly rode on his electric bike without looking back: "We must hurry up, there are estimated to be two acres of land, and we can cut it all in one day!"

   "A few more please!"

  The little old man's abacus was crackling in his heart: "Cut it in the sun today, and another day in the sun tomorrow, and it will be almost done after another day in the day after tomorrow."

  The forecast says that the day after tomorrow will be cloudy and rainy. I don’t know if the rain will fall, but we must pack it up quickly—

   "It's okay if it rains, I just weave straw mats at home, just right!"

  After thinking about it, the little old man couldn't help humming the song, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of happiness.

  But soon, he turned his head and asked a fatal question:

   "By the way, Tan Tan, how much does our straw mat cost? If it's cheaper, I won't do it!"

  He remembered the straw mats that Song Tan bought when he lived in high school, costing 10 yuan a piece. If the straw mats he made cost 10 yuan a piece, the little old man would not be able to do it.

  The price of Song Tan is still quite high.

   "Don't worry, don't worry, we will set the price after we all sleep and feel it. Don't worry, it must not be cheap."

  Song Youde was startled: "Why do you want more? Didn't you also make up all of you when it was made up for Qiao Qiao?"

   "It's a shame to say it!"

  Song Tan looked at the little old man's back: "Grandpa, you can't be partial! Qiao Qiao's is a whole bed of straw mats, dense and solid, and it's only one meter wide when it's our turn!"

   And the weaving is obviously thinner and thinner than Jojo's.

  If Qiao Qiao’s is called airtight, theirs are sparse enough to see the light and shadow, and they are also thin and narrow. It is enough for a person to lie on the bed without turning over...

  Hmph, don't lie down!

   "We'll just use old coarse cloth!"

"Can this be my fault?" The little old man also plausibly said, "You just cut those two handfuls of rushes. If you didn't say that there are more here, I would think that there are only so many in our village! So search and search to make it up. How many beds, I don't need to think about it? You are not happy anymore..."

  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 weave me another bed first."

  Song Youde was reluctant: "I'll make another bed for each of you, the summer is almost over, and I can't keep up with the money..."

  No, it will be July soon, and if you work non-stop for a day, you can only weave one bed. How tight is the time!

  Song Tan opened his mouth, just about to say something, when Song Youde suddenly cheered up again:

   "But don't panic. Those who played cards with me before are very skilled at weaving straw mats and bamboo baskets—hey, do you want bamboo mats? Let's weave them together?"

   "I'll call them home later, give them a rough distribution, weave a mat, how much will I give..."

   How much will you pay?

  Song Youde thought of giving money but was reluctant.

   But old man, it's not good to give 10 yuan, it's too cheap and no one will do it well.

   But there are too many, if the straw mats are sold for thirty or fifty, what will he earn?

  Song Tan: ...It can be seen that the potential of a capitalist seems to be engraved on the blood of the old Song family.

  She smiled reassuringly: "Make it up, make it up, grandpa, don't think so much, hurry up, go back to have breakfast! Call someone by the way."

   "Otherwise, when the sun comes out later, the work will be hard to do."

"right!"

  The little old man instantly forgot the price he had calculated just now, and now he thought to himself again: "Mowing the grass requires at least five or six people, and the depression is not easy to work."

   "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 mats and bamboo pillows I bought at the wholesale market when I went to school cost 10 yuan...

   Good night, Rose.

  (end of this chapter)