Look, Song Tan watched Song Youde pinch the tobacco leaves tightly, and then took out a chopping board and a kitchen knife to slowly cut them into fine tobacco shreds.
The action was done neither fast nor slow, and extremely delicately, and the tobacco was cut very finely, almost the same as that sold in the market.
Song Tan: …
Qiao Qiao came out of the room to pour a glass of water. When she saw the pile of golden tobacco in front of her, she turned her head and snorted fiercely.
Song Youde quickly smiled ingratiatingly, and then shouted loudly: "Qiao Qiao! Grandpa will weave a straw mat for you later, and you can sleep on it tonight."
Song Tan said, "Eh!" "Grandpa, if you make up stories now, I will let him sleep now!"
Song Youde: …
He smiled awkwardly, put down the kitchen knife, looked at the bundles of rush, and said honestly, "The grass hasn't been cleaned up yet. Go find them first and divide the grass into different lengths for me. I don't have much tobacco, so I'll finish cutting it later."
He planned to smoke it himself, so he didn't cut much.
At this moment, a large ball of tobacco leaves has been flattened and is almost ready to be cut.
Song Tan snorted, half smiling, and then went to the side to collect the grass.
Looking at Song Youde again, he seemed to be carefully handling his precious treasure, bit by bit, until the entire chopping board was covered with golden and finely chopped tobacco leaves. Then he took out a plastic bag and carefully placed all the tobacco in it.
Then he pulled out his pipe from his waist and stuffed the remaining tobacco into the cloth bag hanging under the pipe.
He did nothing else but put a pinch of cigarette smoke into the cigarette holder and lit it with a click of the lighter. He sat there puffing away the smoke, looking intoxicated like a god.
Song Tan suddenly felt soft-hearted.
Tobacco is not a good thing, but for her grandfather, it is the only thing that can comfort and relax his body and mind after the hard work of farming.
What's more, grandpa is so old...
Well, the tobacco has been planted anyway, so there’s no point in stopping them now.
She called Zhang Yanping and Song Sancheng over to help sort the bundles of rush by length. While sorting, she asked, "Do we need to dry them in the sun later?"
"Don't worry." Seeing that his brother and sister were very skillful in sorting the grass, Song Sancheng simply took out a knife and sat aside to split the grass in half.
Rush is not a long, thin thread, but rather quite thick, and all of the rush needs to be cut open.
The process is troublesome!
From this, it can be seen that Song Youde's previous statement that Qiao Qiao could sleep tonight was purely a lie to his grandson.
It was already noon when we finished packing all the bundles.
During this time, Song Youde finished his cigarette and came over to help.
He cut it more skillfully than Song Sancheng, and soon there was a pile of grass silk on the ground.
He then stopped and said, "Move it to the open space outside to dry it. Just like weaving straw mats for your own home, you don't need to tie them up. Just spread them out to dry more thoroughly."
Song Tan: …
So troublesome
No wonder I don’t edit it anymore, it’s really a lot of work.
However, straw mats are not as cold as bamboo mats and can be used in air-conditioned rooms. I will find time to get some more straw and weave a few more beds.
In this way, if the elderly are reluctant to turn on the air conditioner, at least they can sleep more coolly.
Qiao Qiao finished her class and came out with Xin Jun to help spread the grass silk evenly to dry. Then she saw Song Youde and hurriedly said loudly:
"Grandpa, can I sleep tonight?"
Song Youde: …
How come this child has such a good memory
…
He pretended to be old and deaf, and walked directly to the seventh cousin:
"Where's your pipe?"
The seventh cousin glanced at him and said, "I left it at home and haven't brought it back yet."
He had seen the one he liked on Vibrato and asked Song Tan to help him buy it. It looked almost as pretty as the one Song Youde had, but the one Song Youde had used for a long time was now smooth and shiny, which was incomparable to his new model.
Song Youde, however, opened his cloth bag of tobacco like he was presenting a treasure:
"How is it, is it good?!"
Then he couldn't wait to suggest: "It's still early, why don't you go back and get it? Let me tell you, my tobacco this year-"
He took a deep breath, and now rubbed his pipe. The poor old farmer was at a loss for words.
After thinking for a long time, I still don't know how to describe the goodness of this tobacco.
Finally, he concluded: "You'll know after taking a puff. It's really good!"
My seventh cousin became alert:
"What you said... I see you've been busy for most of the day and haven't smoked. Are you feeling anxious now?"
Song Youde was stunned and wondered, "You're not scratching? I just like to smoke a few times, I'm not addicted."
He then realized, "What do you mean? I don't even want to share my good tobacco with you! Forget it."
Only then did the seventh cousin smile awkwardly.
"I don't think the effect you describe is like tobacco..."
"If it doesn't look like tobacco, then what does it look like!" Song Youde glared at him. The two old men looked at each other, and then each snorted.
Song Tan even interrupted: "Grandpa, I've planted tobacco for you. We have to go to the hospital for a physical examination this winter."
Last winter, the old man had a backache and stayed in the hospital for a few days. Thinking that he had already stayed there and the medical expenses could be reimbursed, he also took an X-ray.
The upper part shows shadows in the lungs.
Even here, he's still smoking!
Song Youde wanted to be stubborn and not go, but his tobacco would depend on his eldest granddaughter next year, so he could only hum and say, "Let's go."
While muttering, "I tell you, if you don't check, nothing will happen. But if you check, everything will be wrong. You young people just have money but nowhere to spend it..."
But he didn't dare to resist. He turned his head to look at the sky and took out a large bundle of tobacco leaves from the house:
"Xiao Zhu brought two bottles of such good Moutai last time, we have to return the favor. I'll cut two kilograms of tobacco for them."
This is rare.
Song Tan was curious: "There are only 200 kilograms of tobacco leaves in total, don't you feel bad about it?"
Song Youde glanced at her proudly and said, "Why should I feel bad? Silly girl, do you know how long I can smoke 200 kilograms of tobacco leaves?"
He picked up his pipe, ready to speak with data, but then he thought, he only smoked a small puff this time, so there was really no data to speak of.
Let's change the example: "This tobacco is used to roll cigarettes. One pound of tobacco can roll 600 cigarettes. Can you imagine how many cigarettes that is? I'll give you two pounds of tobacco. It's not shabby."
Originally, the tobacco on the two mu of land was planted casually without much care, and the output was enough to support the family for one or two years.
Who knew that the value of Tantan would increase several times, and now it seems like a great harvest.
Song Tan was a little surprised: "One pound of tobacco can make 600 cigarettes? Then your 200 pounds of tobacco is quite a lot!"
Song Youde became alert: "Not much."
"Don't we have to remove the tobacco stems? That will cause the tobacco to lose weight."
"Your seventh cousin and I are going to smoke too. Let's cut two more pounds for Xiao Zhu. It's not too much..."
The old man watched his baby very closely.
Song Tan just said that. Looking at his grandfather who even built a drying room specifically for these tobacco leaves, you can tell how much he treasures them.
However, the baking room was not wasted. It has been slightly modified and turned into a simple toilet.
After all, we are going to build a house in the summer, and there is no point in keeping it, so let’s make it convenient for everyone first!