Song Tan's Notes

Chapter 420 420. Rush Arrangement
Now that the night is quiet and there is such a large untouched depression, it is very easy for Song Tan to do something.

But don't panic.

She turned on her mobile phone, and searched on the spot the normal yield of rush rushes per mu, and what is the most suitable length in daily life... Then she reached out her hand in a calm manner.

After all, we have never grown such a thing before!
The moonlight quietly falls from the sky, and the surrounding galaxy 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 rushes in the field are growing rapidly.

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

Some 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 spiritual energy 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 started twitching and growing...

It wasn't until a dark cloud slowly covered the corner of the moon that Song Tan slowly withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.

I saw a lush green grassland in front of me, with strong rushes long and short, looking like an uneven wild field.

But the blue color and the unique smell of green grass are enough to make people feel cool in this summer night.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then started to walk back.

……

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

Tsk.money.

When she first came back, she thought it would be nice to just grow something to feed the family 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 you are full, you want to eat better...

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

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

Speeding all the way, I climbed the hillside along the path, and then took a bamboo pole and a sickle to push away the messy bushes and weeds blocking the road in front of me, 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 we have to 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 don't grind 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: "OK, let's go back now and see who will help us mow the grass?"

"Let's go!"

Song Youde didn't even look back, he just rode on his electric bike: "Hurry up, I guess there are two acres of land, try to mow it all in one day!"

"A few more please!"

The abacus in the little old man's heart was crackling: "Cut it in the sun today, let it dry in the sun tomorrow, and then dry it in the day after tomorrow."

The forecast says that it will be cloudy and rainy the day after tomorrow. 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 filled with 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 cheap, I won't do it!"

He remembered the straw mats that Song Tan had 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? When I made it up for Qiao Qiao, didn't I make it up for all of you?"

"Nice to say!"

Song Tan looked at the little old man's back: "Grandpa, you can't be biased! 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 still thin and narrow, so they are 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 you blame me for this?" 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 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..."

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 and was about to say something when he heard Song Youde cheer up again:

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

"In the future, I will call them home, distribute grass to them, weave a mat, how much money will I give..."

How much will you give?
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 if you give too much, if the straw mat is sold for 35 yuan, what will he earn?

Song Tan: ... It can be seen that the potential of the capitalist seems to be engraved in 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, it will be difficult to do work."

"Correct!"

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

"Your dad and I are responsible for the transportation. Oh yes, I have to ask two more people to help me cut the grass..."

　To tell you the truth, the dorm 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)