She was curious: "Grandpa, how many braids did you braid 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 braided one layer of your straw mat, and it's relatively narrow, so I don't need 1,000 straw mats."
Song Tan:......
"What about Qiaoqiao's?"
Song Youde felt proud: "Isn't Qiao Qiao's one particularly good? Let me tell you, it probably took 3,000 pieces! The front and back are evenly knitted! But they are knitted according to the size of your bed."
"When the summer is over, clean it, dry it and roll it up. It can be used for many years! Don't look at me not making this up for a long time. If I do it now, what do you call it? The sword is not old!"
Look how proud this little old man is!
Song Tan then grimaced: "Grandpa, your partiality is too blatant."
Song Youde was also numb: "Why do you still mention it? This kid, 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? You see, now I have to make up another one for you.
——What should I do otherwise? Make you a 10,000 piece?"
"I do not want."
Song Tan shook his head: "Today's new mattresses are very close to the human body. There are no seams at the waist or bottom when you lie on them. If you braid 10,000 pieces on top, it will be uneven. Wouldn't it break down quickly?"
"Forget it! Your granddaughter and I are not the kind of person to care about everything. Just make up 2,000 pieces."
Song Youde:......
In the end, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Look at you, you are so petty, aren't you a fussy person? Okay, okay, okay, I'll give you a 2,000-piece braid - but is your mattress really so soft?
"
"Oh, it's too soft and it's not good for your waist."
Song Tan laughed: "Grandpa, we have to play with our mobile phones on the bed. The bed board is too hard and it makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Besides, the elastic sponges nowadays are all made very well, and they also pay attention to the elastic zones. Different elastics are used for each body part. The head is for the head, the waist is for the waist, and the feet are for the feet..."
So when choosing a mattress this time, the contemporary mobile phone party all chose the same model.
Wu Lan and Song Sancheng were used to sleeping on hard mattresses, so they bought brown mattresses.
Song Tan likes soft ones, so she added a layer of latex.
Qiao Qiao and Zhang Yanping Xin Jun were afraid of heat, so they added a thin layer of palm mat on top.
Good guy, Song Youde was stunned for a moment after hearing these words——
Are you still so particular about sleeping nowadays?
It seems like he still has a hard bed.
When Song Sancheng got married, he went to the town to buy a sprung mattress - but as time passed, he said that some of the sprung mattresses would collapse...
But this also made Song Youde frown.
"If you want to say that the mattress can fit the body, then it is not a flat piece - then I will weave a straw mat for you, and I will have to make the straw a little finer."
Song Tan was stunned: "Do you want it to be more detailed?"
"Hmm." Song Youde picked up the first batch of dried hay and showed it to her: "Do you think it's still hard in the middle when you touch it like this? It's summer, and it's braided like this. It's tough and won't break easily.
"
"But think about it, if you lay on the bed and turn left and right, the uneven parts will definitely break easily after a long time, so you can only make it thinner."
….
"Like knitting a straw hat, rub the grass leaves as soft as possible - it will be soft and comfortable."
It just takes time.
Song Tan quickly comforted him: "It takes time and effort, I'll help you sell it more expensively, it's worth it."
Song Youde had no idea about "selling more expensively". He figured that the grass had already been cracked, and he would have to find a few more people to crack the grass again, and there would also be someone who could rub the grass——
Just tie these long rushes into bundles and rub them slowly on the stone slab or cement floor. You have to pick out the uneven colors, otherwise the braid will not look good...
But the amount of work
But it's too big.
I'm afraid the rushes in the two acres of land in front of me will be weeded until winter, right?
"There's no rush, we'll sell it again the next year when winter comes."
Song Tan quickly reassured his grandfather.
Song Youde frowned: "You have to 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?
"How about we make bamboo mats?"
In her impression, when she was a child, she saw her family weaving bamboo mats and baskets. All she had to do was chop the bamboo into strips or bamboo filaments, and it didn't take much care.
"What are you thinking about!"
Song Youde said to her unceremoniously: "The straw mat is so pliable, I'm worried that it won't be strong enough on your mattress. The bamboo mat is even more brittle... What if that fat person falls asleep on his head and suddenly breaks over time?"
Yes, I stretched out my hand to wipe it, and the bamboo stick pricked my hand——"
"hiss!"
Just thinking about Song Tan can't help but frown:
"Fine."
She looked at the large bamboo forest on the roadside and sighed: "It seems they have no use except growing bamboo shoots."
"Who said that?"
Song Youde was not happy to hear this:
"Don't you have enough to build a cucumber trellis in your vegetable garden?"
"Besides, if we can't weave mats, why can't we weave baskets? Wait until I free up what I have on hand."
However, Song Youde obviously still has worries in his heart——
"If the straw mats are weaved so carefully, I will definitely not be able to weave one in a day. If I continue to waste time like this, I'm afraid that the summer is over and I won't be able to make much."
Song Youde felt a little regretful when he thought about how much money he had spent on hiring someone to cut the grass.
"What are you afraid of?"
But Song Tan was open-minded: "I won't be able to make it this year, but I'll definitely catch up next year. Grandpa, please be more detailed in your knitting. Nowadays, many people love such detailed handwork and will buy it!"
The grass was piled on the ground, and Song Youde sighed. Song Tan was so confident that he couldn't help but laugh...
While the two men were chatting, they heard the sound of a tricycle outside.
Zhang Wang's family came down the mountain under the sun. When they saw Song Tan, they asked anxiously:
"Tan Tan, I see the weather forecast says it will rain heavily for several days tomorrow. The watermelons in this field cannot survive the rain! Let's pick them all this afternoon!"
[It has been running stably for many years, it is comparable to the old version of the book chasing tool, and is used by all old bookworms, huann.]
Normally, 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 edge of ripening.
If the air pressure drops or the rain hits at this time, it will explode in the ground before anyone can pick it - who can bear this for 20 yuan a pound?
Song Tan:......!
I almost forgot about this, I've obviously been watching the forecast for several days!
"Okay, Uncle Zhang, I'll tell my family first, and we'll all go up the mountain to help pick watermelons!"
"good."
Zhang Wang's family also rode their tricycles again: "It's not too late for the second crop of early melons, so don't panic. The main thing is the big watermelons that are ripe now."
Because it was so big, I didn’t plant much at the beginning, but it added up to several acres, so it was a laborious task.
Song Tan thought for a while and called the vegetable vendor: "Old Zhao, do you want watermelon?"
