In the dead of night, it is very easy for Song Tan to do something in such a large, untouched depression.
But don't panic.
She turned on her mobile phone and checked on the spot the regular yield of rushes per mu, as well as what is the most suitable length in daily life... Then she calmly reached out her hand.
After all, we haven’t grown anything like this before!
The moonlight falls silently from the sky, and the stars all around can be seen flickering. The sky in this late summer night is so quiet that it seems to be intoxicating.
And amid the gentle sound of the wind, the rushes in the fields were growing rapidly.
The long root system meanders silently in the soil, absorbing nutrients along the strands of veins.
The unknown substance in the air supports their leaves, making them greener and covered with fine dewdrops condensed on them.
When the night wind blows, it sways and falls.
The spiritual energy infiltrated silently in the land and mid-air. It was obvious that the fertility of the land was not overdrafted, but it caused clusters of buds to sprout in sparse places.
Then they started to twitch and grow...
It wasn't until a dark cloud slowly covered a corner of the moon that Song Tan slowly retracted his hand and opened his eyes.
All I saw in front of me was a lush green grassland with strong rushes of long and short lengths, giving it the appearance of a ragged wild field.
But the green color and the unique smell of grass are enough to make people feel cool on this summer night.
She breathed a sigh of relief and started to walk back.
…
While walking over the mountains and ridges, Song Tan couldn't help but start to think again: The place has become so big, and the family can no longer afford dozens of dogs, so the surveillance equipment must 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, after making money, I was tired, and I had to earn back the money I paid to hire people to work.
Later, when I was full, I still wanted to eat better...
She felt her greed in the middle of the night... Well, you can't blame her, right? Who allowed so many delicious things!
…
Early the next morning, before breakfast, Song Youde hurriedly rode on the electric bicycle and asked Song Tan to sit in the distinguished back seat.
The whole journey was very fast, following the path up the hillside, and then using bamboo poles and sickles to push aside the bushes and weeds that were growing in disorder and 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 were hidden in the grass. The experienced farmer did not dare to step into them easily. However, he moved the bamboo pole from side to side and looked at the dense and long green rushes. His brows and eyes were filled with eagerness.
:
"After all these years, why haven't I found such a good place? Look at how good the grass grows!"
Look at the sky again——
"The forecast says it will rain in two days, so we need to harvest as soon as possible! Otherwise, if there is too much rain, black spots or diseases will easily occur."
Then he pulled the rush to his side and looked at it: "Look, luckily I don't grind and chirp like you. It has almost grown. If it is exposed to the sun for another two days, it will easily turn old and yellow!"
"When the time comes to make up the mat, the color will not look good."
There is one sentence inside and outside the words: Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Song Tan:......
She sighed: "Okay, let's go back now and see who can help cut the grass for us, okay?"
"Go, go, go!"
Song Youde didn't look back and rode on his electric bike directly: "You have to hurry up. I estimate there are two acres of land. I'll try to cut it all in one day!"
"Please invite a few more!"
The abacus in the little old man's heart was crackling: "Today I will cut and dry, then tomorrow I will dry it one day, and then I will dry it again the day after tomorrow."
The forecast says it will be cloudy and rainy the day after tomorrow. I don’t know if the rain will fall, but I must pack it up quickly first——
"It's okay if it rains. I'll just knit a straw mat at home. It's just right!"
After thinking about it, the little old man couldn't help humming the music, and his brows and eyes were full of happiness.
But soon, he turned around and asked another fatal question:
"By the way, Tantan, how much does this straw mat cost for us? I won't do it if it's too cheap!"
He remembered the straw mats Song Tan originally bought when he lived on campus in high school, which cost 10 yuan a piece. If the straw mats he made cost 10 yuan a piece, the little old man wouldn't be able to do it.
The price of Songtan is quite reasonable.
"Don't worry, don't worry, wait until we all sleep and get a feel for it before pricing it. Don't worry, it won't be cheap."
Song Youde was shocked: "Why do you want more? When I originally edited it for Qiao Qiao, didn't I also edit it for you guys?"
"How dare you say it!"
Song Tan looked at the little old man's back: "Grandpa, you can't be partial! Qiaoqiao's is a whole bed of straw mats, which are fine and solid. When it's our turn, it's only one meter wide!"
And the editing is obviously sparse and thinner than Qiaoqiao's.
If Qiaoqiao's is airtight, theirs is so sparse that light and shadow can be seen, and it's also thin and narrow. It's just enough for one person to lie down on the bed without turning over...
Humph, don’t lie down!
"We'll just use old coarse cloth!"
"Can you blame me?" The little old man also said plausibly: "You just cut two handfuls of rushes. If you hadn't told me earlier that there were more rushes here, I would have thought that there were only that many in our village! She reluctantly compiled it.
How many beds, I don’t have to worry about it? You are still 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 make another good bed for me first."
Song Youde was reluctant: "I'll make up a bed for each of you. Summer is almost over and I can't even keep up with the money..."
No, it’s almost July. If you work non-stop, you can only make one big bed. Time is so tight!
Song Tan opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard Song Youde suddenly become excited again:
"But don't panic. Those who played cards with me before are all good at weaving straw mats and bamboo baskets - Hey, do you want bamboo mats? Let's make them together, right?"
"I'll call them home later, share the straw with them, and make a mat for them. How much will I give them..."
How much will it cost?
Song Youde thought about giving money but was reluctant to part with it.
But old man, it’s not a good idea to pay 10 yuan. It’s too cheap and no one will do it properly.
But if you give too much, if the straw mat is sold for thirty fifty, what will he earn?
Song Tan:...It can be seen that the potential of capitalists seems to be engraved in the bones and blood of the old Song family.
She smiled reassuringly: "It's all made up, all made up, grandpa, don't think so much now, hurry up, go back and have breakfast! Call someone by the way."
"Otherwise, when the sun comes out later, work will be difficult."
"right!"
The little old man momentarily forgot about the price he had just calculated, and now he was thinking to himself: "It takes at least five or six people to mow the grass, and it's not easy to work in low areas."
"Your father and I are responsible for the luck. Oh yes, I have to ask two more people to help me chop the grass..."