It rained for three whole days just as the weather forecast said.
Fortunately, on the morning of the fourth day, the sun shined successfully again.
Song Tan got up early and ran to the edge of the field to look at the two paddy fields that were almost submerged to the edge of the field. Then he looked at the mud that was gradually settling underneath. He nodded to Old Man Li who looked expectant next to him: "I think
Just right!"
"No!"
Old Man Li was also very happy: "It's time to plant the rice. You need to find someone to come quickly. It's too hot. We have to do it morning and night. Try to finish it today."
"OK."
It had been raining for a few days, and everyone was busy. They had planned what to do. Naturally, Song Sancheng and Wulan had to contact them when it came to finding someone.
But Qiao Qiao was fully armed, carrying a basket and a sickle, and was ready to go back to the mountain with great courage.
Wu Lei looked at his back with envy in his eyes - because not only was he unable to cut sorghum, but he also had to follow Uncle Zhang to the watermelon field to inspect the watermelons.
It rained heavily for three days, and it was hard to guarantee that the watermelons would crack in the ground. It was just a matter of carrying them around...
He sighed: This may be his fate! Not at the construction site, but in the fields.
But when Qiao Qiao was about to set foot on the road to the back mountain, she suddenly turned around and trotted all the way to Song Tan:
"Sister, grandpa said that my father liked to eat sorghum stalks when he was a child. It is as sweet as sugar cane. I will try it first hahaha. I will definitely bring you the sweetest sorghum stalks at noon!"
Song Tan:......
Although a little touched, the Qiaoqiao today is not the simple Qiaoqiao she once was.
"Then...Qiaoqiao is so good? Do you want to buy Ultraman?"
she asked.
But Qiao Qiao shook her head: "I want to plant as much corn as rice next year. Can I invite my children to come to the class reunion and break the corn together?"
In a place as big as a mountain, it is not impossible to grow corn on two acres of land...but inviting the children to attend the class reunion to break corn...
Song Tan thought about it and felt very capitalist.
She then solemnly said: "I'm not sure yet, but if the conditions are met, I will agree."
"Okay!" Qiao Qiao nodded obediently and didn't ask what the conditions were - anyway, adults always have a reason to do things.
He then held his head high and said, "I'm going to chop sorghum!"
Behind him, Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping also followed. The former simply went to learn more, while the latter took his mobile phone and stand to prepare for another live broadcast for the children, and took some close-ups of sorghum to fill their database.
After all, if an online store occasionally wants to launch something new, it must have a picture, right?
At this time, Ulan was wearing rain boots and a long plastic sheet around his waist, and he and his grandmother hurried up the mountain carrying a basket.
Seeing this, Song Tan couldn't help but persuade him: "It just rained and the night has just passed. There must be a lot of water in the tea field. The dew will wet the clothes by then..."
"You kid, what are you afraid of with our physiques? In what year was there not so much dew in the morning when picking tea leaves?"
But Wulan was impatient: "I haven't picked tea for three days, and it rained again. I don't know how the tea leaves will grow - go and play."
Song Tan:......
The stall has expanded, and more and more people are invited. Although the family is busy, it is really not as anxious as before, and I am not tired.
But when it comes to taking some time off - yes!
Whether it is her parents, grandparents, or her grandfather, who is now in a wheelchair, they all have a character that cannot take time off.
Seeing that she was the only one left at home, Song Tan simply ran away to her grandfather again.
Song Youde has been knitting straw mats in the past two days, and now there are three different sizes in front of him, namely 1.5 meters/1.8 meters/2 meters.
The 1.5-meter piece was compiled by himself, while the 1.8-meter and 2-meter pieces were compiled by him. Grandpa Tan Tan and Wang Lifen were all helping him, so that he could be efficient.
Moreover, he works more than 8 hours a day!
It can be seen that this straw mat took a lot of work - but the finished product is also particularly gratifying.
I don’t know what happened to the rushes this year. Logically speaking, after being exposed to the sun, they are always gray-green or yellow-green. Most of them are golden and withered yellow like straw.
But the grass blades in his hands were as green as jade, and looked cool on a hot day.
Not to mention that after braiding, it is flexible and elastic. You can roll it into a very thin roll with just one roll. When you unfold it and spread it on the bed, just looking at it makes you feel as if the heat in your heart has dissipated.
Song Youde has been looking around for the past two days and feels that his craftsmanship has reached its peak, and he is very proud of it.
Now seeing Song Tan coming, he quickly pulled her to show off:
"Quick! Look, the straw mats made by your grandpa and me are pretty good! Tell me, what's the price? Tsk, tsk, tsk... Oh, it's so good!"
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Song Tan knew the efficacy of this straw mat without trying it.
The aura itself can amplify the characteristics of plants, and rushes are cool, soothing, and reduce dryness. Such a good thing is no worse than the best silk in summer.
She pondered for a moment: "Let's do this. Grandpa, you make a straw mat, and I'll buy it for 300, 400 and 500 respectively."
"As for how much I sell it for..."
Song Tan thought to herself that if she didn't sell it for 999, she would be sorry for her hard work late at night to encourage rushes to grow!
"You don't care how much it sells for!"
Song Youde was stunned: "Didn't we agree at the beginning that you would help me sell it?"
"yes!"
Song Tan nodded: "It was agreed at the beginning, but then I thought about it, the land is mine, the grass is mine, I paid for the workers first, and I also help you sell -"
"What am I trying to do?"
Ah this.
Song Youde was also stuck.
"You are still my granddaughter!" He groaned and complained: "Are you as good as your own grandpa?"
Song Tan cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back: "It's not shameful for brothers to settle accounts openly - besides, will that meadow be planted with grass next year?"
"If he doesn't plant it, I'll just ask the excavator to dig it and renovate the pond."
Song Youde quickly stopped him: "How many ponds do you want? There is already such a big pond, but you still need to dig it - OK, OK! Three hundred is three hundred!"
"that is……"
After he was angry, he felt a little embarrassed: "You give me a salary of three to five hundred, but all I negotiated with the village before was 50 - how inappropriate is this?"
"What's this?"
Song Tan was not panicked at all:
"Grandpa, you rely on your blood relationship with me to become a first-level agent and to get this batch of rush supplies - your downline should get less, isn't it normal?"
"If you really feel sorry for yourself, I'll give you another ten or twenty yuan per bed."
After all, with this quality, it’s not easy to produce one with help all day long.
She is stingy, that's how stingy she is when she sells things, but if she asks people from her hometown, especially these old people with no income, to work, what will it look like if she is stingy again?