Song Tan Jishi

"The rush has to be split to dry, and you have to find a handle with a good handle, otherwise it will be broken..."

When Song Youde thought of inviting so many people, he couldn't help but feel a little numb - how much money would it cost!

I couldn't help asking: "Tan Tan, I don't know how much this straw mat can sell for. If there are too many people, the cost will be high... No, let's cut it by our own family."

Song Tan:? ! ! !

"No!" She quickly refused, and handed a freshly cut piece of grass to Song Youde to take another look:

"Grandpa, grass of this quality is not easy to see in previous years. If you don't take advantage of the good weather to cut it back, it will be old tomorrow, and there will be another rain in two days, and it will be too late to dry... At that time, it will be too late for you to regret it! "

"How can our own family have the time to do this?"

I understand the reasoning, but... I'm still so reluctant.

Song Youde muttered: "If I had known that the barn in the old yard would not be scrapped, I should have built it bigger and spread rush grass in it. It can be baked in a few hours, and the color is still beautiful..."

This is true.

Generally, if the rush is dried, it will inevitably lose some color, such as changing from green to light green, gray-green or dull.

And it will take a day or two.

But if it dries, it only takes four hours. It not only saves time, but also retains the color and the taste of grass to the maximum extent. It is indeed a way with more economic value.

But Song Tan became vigilant: "The barn is getting bigger, don't you need capital? Besides, when you smoke tobacco again next year, Grandpa, you won't think about it anyway. Why don't you grow two acres of land anyway?" Tobacco leaves?"

Song Youde: ...Look at this stinky granddaughter!

He didn't think so at first, but it seems quite reasonable to say it this way...

...

It was past 6 o'clock when I got home, breakfast was already ready, Wu Lei was like a wandering ghost, holding on to the stairs stepping stiffly step by step, it took a long time to move down.

Without washing my hands, I took a large piece of rice cake, held it in both hands, and ate it mouthful after mouthful.

This is a fat cake made from freshly ground rice. It is soft and sweet, not to mention how delicious it is!

With such a small family, Qi Cousin had to cook three layers of big steamer at one time to eat enough!

Qiao Qiao also came down with sleepy eyes. First, he stretched his waist greatly, and then made a few Tijia's hands, and then rushed into the kitchen with a humming haha.

But he is a fastidious child. After washing his hands, he took a bowl of freshly made rice porridge——

"Woooooooo fragrant! So fragrant! I want to eat it with sour cowpea!"

But the porridge was a little too hot, so I could only snort and sip it while sipping.

Turning around, Qiao Qiao became curious: "Brother Leilei, why do you want to eat like a squirrel?"

He gestured.

The squirrel is holding the acorns in its two paws, just like Brother Wu Lei who is eating rice cakes with two hands now.

Qiao Qiao happened to see it through the window once, and observed it for a while, and now the description is absolutely in place.

Wu Lei looked up at him with a resentful expression, and his voice was even weaker:

"Because...one of my hands is shaking, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it."

For those who have never done physical labor, after doing such a sudden work for a few days, not only did the soreness on their body not disappear, but new pains were superimposed every day...

For example, this hand is trembling when it is stretched out in the air.

Zhang Yanping was pouring the last mouthful of porridge from the bowl into his mouth, and almost choked on hearing this!

At this moment, he sighed: "Wu Lei, you still haven't exercised enough. Don't worry, when your skin is tanned like mine, you won't shake your hands anymore."

Qiao Qiao didn't believe what he said—Brother Yan Ping didn't work at all.

Under the morning sun, Zhang Yanping's pitch-black face seemed to be reflecting a layer of bright light.

When Wu Lei saw this, he suddenly felt hopeless—if he was so black, would Lili still fall in love with him?

And here, Song Youde has already discussed with Song Sancheng about weaving straw mats at home. Ulan has already taken stock of who is quick at work and good at harvesting rice... and accurately finds out the phone number of the other party and calls it.

Seeing this, Wu Lei hurried over pitifully with stiff legs:

"Uncle, can I stop carrying watermelons today? I can't even lift my arms and my waist is so tired..."

Why is this watermelon so big!

I didn't feel it at first, but then... it was really a bitter tear.

When Song Sancheng heard it, he couldn't help being happy: "Really? Oh, you child, you are so caring—"

At the same time, he raised his voice and shouted: "Ulan, Ulan, please invite one less person today, Wu Lei said that he can mow the grass for us—"

Wu Lei:? ! ! !

He instantly remembered the time when he was in pain in the rice field. At this moment, even the big watermelon on the mountain became round and cute, so he waved his hands quickly:

"No, no, uncle, I just said that, but I still want to help Uncle Zhang with me! I'll go later, I'll go later..."

"okay."

Song Sancheng still has some regrets - the wages for hiring someone to mow the grass are very high, if there is one less person, wouldn't it save another fortune?

But Wu Lei, this young man, although he is a bit of a drifter, he has been doing pretty well these two days...

So he also said with concern: "Leilei, don't be too tired when you go to the mountain to move watermelons. If you move twenty or thirty watermelons, just sit there and rest for a while, and you don't have to finish it all at once."

Wu Lei: ...

Now he has to take a break after moving a dozen or so...

Then Song Sancheng patted his shoulder twice again: "Good performance! You have grown strong these past two days, and slept soundly, right? Let me tell you, living in our village must be very healthy, you little ones Young people are sub-healthy in the city, so you have to come back and adjust..."

"Oh, by the way, it's summer now, you have to get up early to work, you silly boy... If you get up at 5 o'clock to pack up and go up to do a wave of work, and come back to rest when the sun comes out, isn't it more comfortable than being in the sun?"

"You young people, you still like to sleep late hahaha..."

This time, Song Tan felt a little embarrassed. Did her father mean it on purpose?

Wu Lei numbly held the unfinished rice cake in his hand, feeling like his heart was going to break right now.

...

Song Youde looked at the sky: "Oh, I have to hurry back and find a few old guys to help me cut the grass—— Wulan, Tan Tan said that I will earn the money for the straw mats, how much will I pay for the straw mats later? Bring it to you!"

Ulan also laughed heartily: "Okay, Dad, then you have to work hard. My mother picks tea for a hundred yuan a day, and now she has earned 10,000 yuan!"

Song Youde's scalp was tense, and he quickly made a calculation in his heart - no, it started in March, one hundred a day, and now it's the end of June...

There must be ten thousand!

This old woman has never mentioned money when she went home, so she can hide it quite well! No wonder carrying the basket so vigorously every morning!

Hmph, look at him earning 10,000 for this wave of straw mats...cough, 5,000...well, come back with 3,000!

The pain is gone today, but I can't move my head when I lie on the bed and turn around. There is a kind of excitement of a roller coaster in an amusement park...

Thank you for your concern, I read them all, and reader Ziyue gave me many, many specific ways...

thank you all.

Try to add an update tonight, but it will be very late, and it will be better tomorrow.