Song Tan Jishi

It rained for three days as the weather forecast said.

Fortunately, on the morning of the fourth day, the sun shines again successfully.

Song Tan got up early in the morning, and now he ran to the edge of the field to see the two paddy fields that were almost submerged to the ridge, and then looked at the mud that was gradually settling underneath, and nodded to the expectant old man beside him: "I think Just right!"

"No!"

Old man Li was also very happy: "This can be planted. Hurry up and find someone to come. It's too hot. It's early in the morning and late in the morning. Try to finish it today."

"OK."

It rained for a few days, and everyone was not idle, and everything to do was planned, so Song Sancheng and Wu Lan were naturally the ones to contact.

But Qiao Qiao was already fully armed, carrying a basket and a sickle, ready to go to the back mountain with arrogance.

Wu Lei looked at his back with envy in his eyes - because not only could he not cut sorghum, but he had to go to the watermelon field with Zhang Bo to check the watermelons.

Three days of heavy rain, it is hard to guarantee that there will be watermelons cracked in the field, just carry them around...

He sighed: This may be his life! Not at the construction site, but at the field.

But when Qiao Qiao was about to set foot on the road behind the mountain, he suddenly turned around and ran all the way to Song Tan:

"Sister, grandpa said, Dad liked to eat sorghum stalks when he was a child. It's as sweet as sugar cane. I'll try it first hahaha I will definitely bring you the sweetest sorghum stalks at noon!"

Song Tan: ...

Although a little touched, the Jojo of today is not the simple Jojo of the past.

"Then... Qiao Qiao is so good? Do you want to buy Ultraman?"

she asked.

But Qiao Qiao shook his 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 such a big place on the mountain, it is not impossible to plant two acres of corn... But please come to the class reunion to break the corn...

Song Tan thought about it and felt very capitalist.

So she said solemnly: "It's not sure yet, but if the conditions are met, I will agree."

"Okay!" Qiao Qiao nodded obediently, and didn't ask for any conditions - anyway, adults always have reason to do things.

So he held his head up: "I'm going to cut sorghum!"

Behind him, Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping also followed. The former was purely to gain knowledge, while the latter was holding a mobile phone and a stand to prepare for another live broadcast for the children, taking some close-ups of sorghum to fill their database.

After all, if an online store occasionally needs to add something new, there must be a picture, right?

At this time, Ulan was wearing rain boots and a long piece of plastic cloth around her waist, and she and her grandma hurried up the mountain with a basket.

Seeing this, Song Tan couldn't help persuading: "It rained just now, and it's only been a night. The tea field must be very watery, and the dew will wet the clothes by then..."

"You child, what are we afraid of with our physique? In what year is there not so much dew in the morning of tea picking?"

Ulan was impatient: "I haven't picked tea for three days, and it's raining again. I don't know how prosperous the tea leaves are - go and play."

Song Tan: ...

The stall is getting bigger, and more and more people are invited. If the family wants to say that they are busy, they are not as anxious as they used to be, and they are not tired.

But if you want to be free - get it!

Whether it's her parents or grandparents, including the grandpa who is now in a wheelchair, all of them have a character that can't be idle.

Seeing that she was the only one left at home, Song Tan simply strolled around and went to grandpa again.

Song Youde has been weaving straw mats for the past two days, and now he has three sheets of different sizes in front of him, which are 1m5/1m8/2m.

The 1.5 meter one was made by himself, and the 1.8 meters and 2 meters were made by him. Grandpa Tan Tan and Wang Lifen are helping him, so that it can be efficient.

Moreover, he can work more than 8 hours a day!

It can be seen from this that a lot of effort was spent on this straw mat—but the finished product is also very gratifying.

I don't know what's going on with this year's rush. It stands to reason that it is always gray-green or yellow-green after being exposed to the sun, and more often it is golden yellow and withered yellow like straw.

But the leaves of grass in his hands are silky and emerald like jade, and they look cool on a hot day.

Not to mention that after weaving, it is flexible and elastic. It can be rolled into a very thin roll with a light roll, and then stretched out and spread on the bed. Just looking at it, it seems that the heat of the heart has dissipated.

Song Youde has been looking left and right for the past two days, feeling that his craftsmanship has reached the pinnacle, and he is very proud of himself.

Now seeing Song Tan coming, he quickly pulled her to show off:

"Quick! Look, your grandpa and I made a pretty good straw mat! Tell me, what is the price for this? Tsk tsk tsk... oh, that's so good!"

Song Tan knows the effect of this straw mat without trying it.

Reiki itself can amplify the characteristics of plants, and rush grass is cool, sleeps, and reduces dryness. It is such a good thing, and it is not inferior to the best silk in summer.

She pondered for a moment: "How about it, grandpa, you weave a straw mat, and I will buy it for 300, 400 and 500 respectively."

"As for how much I sell..."

Song Tan thought to himself, if this wave doesn't sell 999, I'm sorry for her hard work in giving birth to rushes late at night!

"You don't care how much it sells for!"

Song Youde was stunned for a while: "Didn't we agree at the beginning that you will sell it for me?"

"yes!"

Song Tan nodded: "It was agreed at the beginning, but after I thought about it, the land is mine, and the grass is also mine. I will pay for the workers first, and I will sell them for you—"

"What am I planning?"

Ah this.

Song Youde also got stuck.

"You're still my granddaughter!" He moaned and complained, "Are you so smart with your own grandpa?"

Song Tan cleared his throat, and put his hands behind his back: "Brothers will settle accounts clearly, so it's not shameful—and besides, will that piece of meadow be planted with grass next year?"

"If you don't plant it, I will let the excavator dig it for him and renovate the pond."

Song Youde quickly stopped him: "How many ponds do you want? It's already such a big pond, and you still need to dig it—do it! Three hundred is three hundred!"

"that is……"

He was a little embarrassed after being angry: "You paid me three to five hundred, and I talked with the village before about 50—how inappropriate is this?"

"What's the matter?"

Song Tan didn't panic at all:

"Grandpa, you rely on my blood relationship to become a first-level agent and get the supply of this batch of rush - isn't it normal for your downline to get less?"

"If you're really sorry, I'll raise another ten or twenty yuan per bed."

After all, with this quality, it is not easy to get one with help all day long.

She is stingy, that is when she sells things, but if she asks people from her hometown, especially these old people with no income to work, what will she look like if she is stingy again?

Added another codeword room tonight, good guy, no one has written for half an hour...

As expected of us... us.

Good night.