Song Tan Jishi

  But... 10,000?

   Maybe you didn't make a mattress.

  She was curious: "Grandpa, how many strings did you weave for me before?"

   "There wasn't enough grass at that time..." Song Youde said casually while tidying up the dried grass in the yard: "I simply made a layer of your straw mats, and it's relatively narrow. I don't need 1,000 mats."

  Song Tan: …

   "What about Jojo's?"

  Song Youde became proud: "Is Qiao Qiao's one particularly good? Let me tell you, it probably took 3,000 pieces! The front and back are evenly woven! But it was woven according to the size of your bed."

   "When the summer is over, wash it, dry it and roll it up, it can be used for many years! Don't look at me for a long time since I made this up, and if I do it now, what is it called? The sword is not old!"

   Look how proud this little old man is!

  Song Tan sullenly said, "Grandpa, it's too blatant for you to be biased."

Song Youde was also numb: "Why are you still mentioning it? This child, 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? Look, now I have to make another one for you. - Otherwise, what should I do? Make up a 10,000-string one for you?"

"I do not want."

  Song Tan shook his head: "Nowadays, the new mattress fits the human body very well. There is no seam under the waist when you lie on it. If you weave a mattress with 10,000 threads on it, if it is uneven, won't it break down quickly?"

   "Forget it! Your granddaughter and I are not the kind of person who cares about every detail, just make up 2,000 pieces."

  Song Youde: …

  He finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Look at you, narrow-minded, isn't this a person who cares about every detail? Okay, okay, I'll weave you a 2000-piece one—but your mattress is really so soft?"

   "Oh, too soft is not good for the waist."

  Song Tan laughed: "Grandpa, we're going to play with our mobile phones on the bed. The bed board is too hard, so I'm panicking."

   "Besides, the current spring sponges are all good, and they also pay attention to the division of springs. The springs used for each body part are different. The head is the head, the waist is the waist, and the feet are the feet..."

  So when choosing mattresses this time, contemporary mobile phone parties all chose the same one.

  Ulan and Song Sancheng are used to sleeping on hard mattresses, so they bought brown mattresses.

  Song Tan likes soft ones, adding a layer of latex.

   Qiao Qiao and Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun are afraid of the heat, so a thin layer of palm mat is added on top.

  Good guy, Song Youde was taken aback by hearing these words—

   Are you so particular about sleeping now?

  Like he is still a hard bed board now.

  When Song Sancheng got married, he specially spent money to go to the town to buy a spring mattress—but after a long time, I heard from him that some springs would always collapse...

   But this also made Song Youde frowned.

   "If you say that the mattress can fit the body, then it is not a flat piece - then I will weave straw mats for you, and I have to chop the grass a little more finely."

  Song Tan was stunned: "Do you want to be thinner?"

"En." Song Youde picked up the first batch of dried hay in his hand and showed her: "Do you think it's still hard in the middle? It's summer, just weave it like this, and it's tough and won't break easily. "

   "But think about it, if you spread it on the bed, people lie on it and turn left and right. After a long time, the uneven places will definitely be easy to break, so you can only chop it thinner."

   “Like weaving a straw hat, rub the grass leaves as softly as possible—it’s soft and comfortable.”

   It takes effort.

  Song Tan hurriedly comforted: "It takes time to spend time, I will help you sell it more expensive, it is worth it."

  Song Youde didn't have any concept of "selling more expensive", thinking that the grass had already been split, and he had to find a few more people to chop the grass again later, and there had to be someone who rubbed the grass—

  It is to tie these long rushes into bundles, rub them slowly on the stone slab or concrete floor, and pick out the uneven color, otherwise the weaving will not look good...

   But the amount of work is huge.

   I'm afraid the rush for the two acres of land in front of me will be weaved until winter, right?

   "That's not in a hurry. We'll sell it the next year when winter comes."

  Song Tan hurriedly appease Grandpa's heart.

  Song Youde frowned: "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."

  Song Tan: ... so complicated?

   "Why don't we weave bamboo mats."

  In her memory, when she was a child, she saw her family weaving bamboo mats and bamboo baskets. All she had to do was chop the bamboo into strips or shreds, and it was not that particular.

   "What are you thinking about!"

Song Youde said to her unceremoniously: "The straw mat is so flexible, I am worried that it will not be firm enough on your mattress. The bamboo mat is even more brittle... You said that if the fat person sleeps on it, it will suddenly break after a long time. , I stretch out my hand to wipe it, and the bamboo stick sticks in my hand—”

   "Hiss!"

   Just thinking about it, Song Tan couldn't help frowning:

"Fine."

  She looked at the large bamboo forest by the roadside, and could only sigh: "It seems that they are useless except for growing bamboo shoots."

"Who said that?"

  Song Youde was not happy to hear this:

   "Do you have enough cucumber tress for your vegetable garden?"

   "Besides, we can't weave mats, and we can't weave baskets? Let's talk about it when I have free time."

  However, Song Youde obviously still has worries in his heart—

   "If the straw mats are woven so meticulously, we will definitely not be able to weave one in a day. If we go on like this, I'm afraid that summer will be over, and we won't be able to make much."

  Thinking of spending so much money on hiring someone to mow the grass, Song Youde felt a little regretful.

   "Afraid of what?"

  Song Tan is optimistic: "This year is too late, but next year will definitely catch up. Grandpa, you have made it more detailed. Now many people love such meticulous handwork and will buy it!"

  The grass was piled up on the ground, Song Youde just sighed, and Song Tan was full of confidence, so he couldn't help laughing...

  The father and father were chatting when they heard the sound of a tricycle outside.

   Zhang Wang’s family came down the mountain against the sun at this moment, and when they saw Song Tan, they asked anxiously:

   "Tan Tan, I see that the weather forecast says that it will rain heavily for several days tomorrow. The watermelons in this field cannot withstand the rain! Let's pick them all this afternoon!"

   It is said that watermelons in the growing season are not afraid of this kind of rain, but the problem is that many of the big watermelons in their fields are stuck on the verge of ripening.

  If the air pressure is low at this time, when the rain hits, it will explode in the ground before anyone picks it up - 20 yuan a catty, who can bear it?

  Song Tan: ...! !

   Almost forgot about it, I've been watching the forecast for several days!

   "Okay, Uncle Zhang, let me tell my family first, and I will all go up the mountain to help pick watermelons!"

"good."

  Zhang Wang’s family also rode their tricycles again: “There’s no time for the second crop of early melons, so don’t panic. The main thing is the big watermelons that are ripening now.”

  Because it is too big, not many were planted at the beginning, but it can add up to several acres, which is a laborious task.

  And Song Tan thought for a while, and simply called the vegetable vendor: "Old Zhao, do you want watermelon?"

  It rained heavily, and it was miserable for me to move watermelons in the field...