No, Song Tan just watched helplessly as Song Youde squeezed the tobacco leaves he had pulled out, then took out a cutting board and a kitchen knife, and slowly cut the tobacco into shreds.
This action was done in a slow and unhurried manner, and was extremely meticulous. The tobacco was cut into extremely fine pieces, almost the same as those sold in the market.
Song Tan:......
Qiao Qiao came out of the room to pour a glass of water. When she saw the pile of golden tobacco in front of her, she turned her head and let out a loud "hum".
Song Youde quickly smiled in a flattering manner, and then shouted loudly: "Qiao Qiao! Grandpa will weave a straw mat for you later, so you can sleep on it tonight."
Song Tan said "Hey": "Grandpa, if you make it up now, I will let him sleep now!"
Song Youde:......
He smiled coquettishly, put down the kitchen knife, looked at the large bundles of rushes, and then said truthfully: "The grasses haven't been collected yet. You should find a few of them first and divide the grasses among me according to their lengths."
Okay, I don’t have much tobacco, I’ll finish it later.”
He planned to smoke it himself, but he really didn't cut much.
At this moment, a large ball of tobacco leaves is pressed flat and almost ready to be cut.
Song Tan snorted with a half-smile, then went to the side to tidy up the grass.
Looking at Song Youde again, he seemed to be carefully handling his precious treasure, bit by bit, until the entire chopping board was covered with golden and finely chopped tobacco leaves. Then he took out a plastic bag and carefully placed all the shredded tobacco inside.
Then he took out his pipe pot from his lower back and stuffed the remaining handful of tobacco into the cloth bag hanging under the pipe pot.
Without doing anything else, he put a pinch into the cigarette holder, lit the lighter with a "pop", and sat there puffing away the smoke, looking intoxicated like a god.
Song Tan suddenly softened his heart.
Tobacco is not a good thing, but for her grandfather, it was the only thing that could soothe her body and mind after the hard work of farming.
What's more, grandpa is already so old...
Yes, the tobacco has been planted anyway, so there is no point in stopping them now.
She called Zhang Yanping and Song Sancheng to come over and help sort the bundles of rushes according to length. While sorting, she asked: "Will it need to be dried later?"
"There's no rush." Song Sancheng saw that his brother and sister were sorting quickly, so he simply took out a knife, sat aside and cut the grass in half.
The rushes are not long and thin, but rather thick. All these grasses need to be cut open.
The process is troublesome!
It can be seen that Song Youde's previous statement that Qiao Qiao could sleep tonight was purely to deceive his grandson.
It was already noon when all the bundles were packed away.
During this period, Song Youde finished smoking his cigarette and came over to help.
He cut it open more quickly and skillfully than Song Sancheng, and soon, there was a pile of grass on the ground.
Only then did he stop: "Move it to the open space outside to dry, and then weave straw mats for your own home. You don't need to tie them up. You can just spread them out to dry them more thoroughly."
Song Tan:......
So troublesome?
No wonder we don’t edit it now, it’s really time-consuming.
However, straw mats are not as cold as bamboo mats, and they can be used in an air-conditioned room. If you have time, you have to get a few more handfuls of straw to make more beds.
In this way, if the elderly are reluctant to turn on the air conditioner, it will be more refreshing to sleep here.
Qiao Qiao's class was over, and she and Xin Jun came out together to help spread the grass silk evenly to dry. Then when she saw Song Youde, she quickly said loudly:
"Grandpa, can I sleep tonight?"
Song Youde:......
Why does this kid have such a good memory?
…
He pretended to be old and deaf, and walked directly to his seventh cousin:
"Where's your pipe pot?"
The seventh cousin glanced at him: "I left it at home and haven't taken it back yet."
He liked it on Douyin himself, and then asked Song Tan to help him buy it. It looks almost as beautiful as Song Youde's, but Song Youde's has been used for a long time, and now it is smooth and shiny, which is not comparable to his new model.
Song Youde opened his tobacco bag like a treasure:
"How about it, okay?!"
Then he couldn't wait to suggest: "It's still early today, why don't you go back and get it? Let me tell you, my tobacco this year -"
He took a deep breath and stroked his pipe. The poor old farmer was at a loss for words.
After thinking about it for a long time, I don’t know how to describe the quality of this tobacco.
Finally, he concluded: "You'll know it after you take a sip. It's so good!"
Grandpa Qi Ciao became wary:
"That's what you said...I see you haven't smoked since you've been busy for a long time. Are you feeling scratchy now?"
Song Youde was stunned and wondered: "Don't scratch? I usually only like to take a few puffs, and I'm not addicted to it."
He then reacted: "What do you mean by that? I don't want to share my good tobacco with you! Don't push me away."
Only then did the seventh cousin smile sarcastically.
"I think the way you describe it doesn't sound like tobacco..."
"It's not like tobacco!" Song Youde glared at him. The two old men looked at each other, and then each snorted.
But Song Tan also intervened: "Grandpa, I planted tobacco for you. We have to go to the hospital for a physical examination this winter."
Last winter, the old man suffered from back pain, so he went to the hospital for a few days. Thinking that he could be reimbursed after staying in the hospital for a few days, he took another X-ray.
The upper part shows shadows on the lungs.
That's it, still smoking!
Song Youde wanted to be stubborn and not go, but he would still have to rely on his eldest granddaughter for his tobacco next year. At this moment, he could only moan twice: "Just go."
While muttering: "I'm telling you, if you don't check, nothing will happen. If you check, everything will show up. You young people just have money and nowhere to spend it..."
But in the end he didn't dare to resist. He turned around to look at the sky and took out a large bundle of tobacco leaves from the house:
"Last time, Xiao Zhu brought two bottles of such good Maotai liquor. I have to return the favor. I'll cut two kilograms of shredded tobacco for them."
This is strange.
Song Tan was curious: "There are only 200 kilograms of tobacco leaves in total. Don't you feel bad?"
Song Youde glanced at her proudly: "Why do I feel bad? You silly girl, do you know how long 200 kilograms of tobacco leaves can last me?"
He picked up his pipe pot and prepared to use data to speak, but after thinking about it, he only smoked a small amount this time, and there was really no data to talk about.
Let's change the example: "This cut tobacco is used to roll cigarettes. One pound of cut tobacco can roll 600 cigarettes. How many cartons are there? I'll give you two pounds of cut tobacco. It's not shabby."
In the past, the tobacco in the two plots of land was grown casually without much management, and the yield was almost enough for the family for one or two years.
Who knew that Tan Tan is such a good guy, it can be doubled several times, and now it seems to be a fruitful harvest.
Song Tan was a little surprised: "One pound of tobacco can be rolled into 600 sticks? Then your 200 pounds of tobacco is quite a lot!"
Song Youde became vigilant: "Not much."
"Don't you have to take off the stem of this tobacco leaf? This will make it fall off the scale again."
"Your seventh cousin and I are both going to smoke. I'll give Xiaozhu two more pounds, nothing more, nothing more..."
The old man looked at the baby very closely.
Song Tan just said that. Seeing how his grandfather built a special curing room for these pieces of tobacco leaves, you know how precious he is to them.
However, the baking room was not wasted. Now it has been slightly modified inside and turned into a simple toilet.
After all, the house is going to be built in the summer, so there is no use keeping it, so let’s make it easier for everyone first!
Good night.
If there is a machine for cutting tobacco, arrange it next.
