"The rushes have to be split before they can be dried, and you have to find a handle with a good handle, otherwise they will be damaged..."
When Song Youde thought about hiring so many people, he couldn't help but feel a little numb - how much would it cost!
I couldn't help but ask: "Tan Tan, I don't know how much this straw mat can be sold for. If there are too many people, the cost will be high... If not, let's cut it by our own family."
Song Tan:?!!!
"No!" She refused quickly, and handed a piece of freshly cut grass to the front and asked Song Youde to look at it again:
"Grandpa, it was easy to see grass of this quality in the past. If you don't cut it back as soon as the weather is good, it will be old tomorrow. It will rain again in two days and there will be no time to dry it... Then you will not have time to regret it!"
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"How can our family have time to do this?"
I understand the truth, but... I still feel so reluctant to let go.
Song Youde muttered: "If I had known that the baking room in the old yard would not be built, I should have built it bigger and spread rushes in it. It can be baked in a few hours, and the color is beautiful..."
This is true.
Generally, when rushes are dried in the sun, they will inevitably lose some color, such as changing from green to light green, gray-green or dull.
And it will take another day or two.
But if you dry it, it only takes four hours. It not only saves time, but also retains the color and grass flavor to the maximum extent. It is indeed a more economical method.
But Song Tan became wary: "The roasting house is too big. Don't you need the cost? Besides, when grandpa smokes tobacco again next year, you won't think about how you already have such a big roasting house. Why not plant two more acres of land?"
Tobacco leaves?"
Song Youde:...Look at this stinky granddaughter!
He didn't think so originally, but it seemed reasonable to say so...
…
It was already past 6 o'clock when we got home, and breakfast had already been prepared. Wu Lei was like a wandering spirit, holding his legs stiffly on the stairs step by step, and it took him a long time to move down.
Without washing her hands, she just took a large piece of rice cake, held it in both hands, and ate it one bite after another.
This is a steamed cake made from freshly ground rice. It is soft and sweet, not to mention how delicious it is!
With such a small family, the seventh cousin had to make a three-layered steamer at one time just to have enough food!
Qiao Qiao also came down with sleepy eyes. First he stretched greatly, and then did a few more Tiga's starting poses, and then he rushed into the kitchen humming.
But he was a particular child, so he washed his hands and took a bowl of freshly cooked rice porridge first——
"Wow! It smells so good! I want to eat it with sour cowpeas!"
But the porridge was a bit too hot, so I could only slurp it and eat it in small bites.
Turning around, Qiao Qiao was curious: "Brother Leile, why do you want to learn to eat like a squirrel?"
He gestured.
The squirrel is holding an acorn in its two small paws, just like Brother Wu Lei who is holding rice cakes in his two hands today.
Qiaoqiao happened to see it through the window once, and after observing it for a long time, her description was absolutely accurate.
Wu Lei raised his head and glanced at him, with a resentful expression and even weaker voice:
"Because... one of my hands is shaking because I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it."
I have never done any physical work, but after working so suddenly for a few days, not only did the pain in my body not disappear, but there was new pain every day...
For example, this hand is trembling even when it is stretched out in the air.
Zhang Yanping was pouring the last mouthful of porridge from the bowl into his mouth, and he almost choked when he heard this!
Only then did he sigh: "Wulei, you still haven't exercised enough. Don't worry, when your skin becomes like mine, your hands won't shake anymore."
Qiao Qiao didn't believe what he said - Brother Yan Ping didn't work at all.
Under the early morning sun, Zhang Yanping's dark face seemed to be reflected by a layer of bright light.
When Wu Lei saw this, he suddenly felt desperate - if he was like this, would Lili still fall in love with him?
Here, Song Youde was already discussing with Song Sancheng about weaving straw mats at home. Wulan was already taking stock of who was quick at work and good at harvesting rice... and accurately found out the other person's phone number and called them.
Seeing this, Wu Lei quickly walked over with his stiff legs pitifully:
"Uncle, can I stop carrying watermelons today? I can't even lift my arms now, and my waist is too tired..."
Why is this watermelon so big?
I didn't feel anything when I hugged her at first, but then...it was really a bittersweet tear.
When Song Sancheng heard this, he couldn't help but be happy: "Really? Oh, you kid, you are so considerate -"
At the same time, he raised his voice and shouted: "Ulan, Wulan, please invite one less person today. Wu Lei said he can go cut the grass for us -"
Wu Lei:?!!!
He instantly remembered the painful time he spent in the rice fields. At this moment, even the big watermelons on the mountain became round and cute, so he quickly waved his hand:
"No, no, no, uncle, I just said that, but actually I still want to help my uncle Zhang! I'll go in a minute, I'll go in a minute..."
"okay."
Song Sancheng still has some regrets - the cost of hiring someone to cut the grass is quite high. If there is one less person, wouldn't this be another saving?
But Wu Lei, this young man, although he is a bit arrogant, he seems to have performed quite well in the past two days...
He then said with concern: "Leilei, don't be too tired when you go to the mountains to move watermelons. If you are moving twenty or thirty watermelons, just sit there and rest for a while. You don't have to finish it all in one go."
Wu Lei:......
Now he has to take a break after moving a dozen or so...
Then Song Sancheng slapped him hard twice on the shoulder: "Perform well! I see that you have become stronger in the past two days. Do you sleep well? I tell you, you must be very healthy when you live in our village. You little ones
Young people are in poor health in the city, so they have to come back to adjust..."
"Oh, by the way, it's summer, so you have to get up early to work, you stupid boy... If you get up at 5 o'clock to clean up, go up and do some work, and then come back to rest when the sun comes out, wouldn't it be more comfortable than facing the bright sun?"
"You young people still like to sleep in, hahaha..."
This time, Song Tan felt a little embarrassed. Was her father's words intentional?
Wu Lei held the uneaten rice cake in his hands numbly, feeling that his heart was about to break at this moment.
…
Song Youde looked at the sky: "Oh, I have to go back quickly and find a few old guys to help me chop the grass - Wulan, Tantan said that I can earn the money for the straw mats. How much will it cost me to hire people to do the work later?"
Give it to you!"
Wu Lan also laughed cheerfully: "Okay, dad, you have to work hard. My mother earns 100 yuan a day picking tea, and now she has earned 10,000 yuan!"
Song Youde's scalp was tense, and he quickly made a mental calculation - but it started in March, with one hundred a day, and now at the end of June...
There must be no more than 10,000!
This old lady never even picked up the money when she got home, so she was quite capable of hiding it! No wonder she was so energetic carrying the basket every morning!
Huh, look at him earning 10,000 from this straw mat...cough, 5,000...well, come back with 3,000!