Now that it was late at night and there was no one around, it would be very easy for Song Tan to do something with this large, uncultivated depression.
But don't panic.
She turned on her phone and searched on Baidu for the normal per-acre yield of rush and what the most suitable length is in daily life... Then she reached out her hand calmly.
After all, I have never grown this thing!
The moonlight is quietly falling from the sky, and the stars are flickering all around. The sky in the middle of the summer night is so quiet that it seems to be intoxicating.
And in this gentle breeze, the rush in the fields is growing rapidly.
The long roots meander silently in the soil, absorbing nutrients along the veins.
An unexplainable substance in the air supports their leaves, making them greener and dotted with tiny condensed dewdrops.
When the night wind blows, it sways and falls with a ding-dong sound.
The spiritual energy seeped silently into the land and the air. Although the soil's fertility was not overdrawn, clusters of tender buds sprouted in sparse areas.
Then they began to twitch and grow...
It was not until a dark cloud slowly covered a corner of the moon that Song Tan slowly withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.
All I saw in front of me was a lush green meadow with thriving rushes of varying lengths, looking like an uneven field.
But the green color and the unique smell of grass are enough to make people feel cool on this summer night.
She breathed a sigh of relief and started walking back.
…
While crossing mountains and rivers, Song Tan couldn't help but start thinking again: the place has become so big, the family can no longer afford to raise dozens of dogs, so surveillance cameras have to be installed.
Tsk. Money.
When she first came back, she thought it would be nice to just grow enough for her family to eat and make a little money at the same time.
Later I realized that although I made money, I was also tired and had to earn back the money I earned from hiring people to do the work.
Later, when I was full, I wanted to eat something better...
She felt her greed late at night... Well, it's not her fault, right? There are so many delicious foods!
…
Early the next morning, before having breakfast, Song Youde hurriedly got on his electric bike and asked Song Tan to sit on the distinguished back seat.
We rushed all the way, followed the path and climbed up the hillside, then used a bamboo pole and sickle to push away the bushes and weeds that were blocking the road in front of us, and then we saw the green depression at the foot of the mountain.
There were puddles of water in the grass, and the experienced farmer didn't dare to step into them easily. But he moved the bamboo pole left and right, looking at the dense and long green rush, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with impatience:
"After all these years, how come I haven't discovered such a great place? Look at the grass, it's growing so well!"
Look at the sky again—
"The forecast says it will rain in the next two days, so we have to hurry up and harvest! Otherwise, if there is too much rain, it will be easy to get black spots or diseases."
Then he pulled the rush to his side and looked at it: "Look, I'm glad I didn't take my time like you did. It's almost grown. If you expose it to the sun for another two days, it will turn old and yellow easily!"
"When we start to weave the mats, the colors won't look good."
There is one thing in every word: Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Song Tan: …
She sighed, "Okay, let's go back now and see who will help us mow the grass, okay?"
“Go, go, go!”
Song Youde didn't even look back and got on his electric bike: "We have to hurry up. I estimate there are two acres of land. We should try to finish mowing it in one day!"
"Have more people!"
The old man was calculating in his mind: "I'll cut and dry the crops today, dry them for another day tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and that'll be enough."
The forecast says it will be cloudy and rainy the day after tomorrow. I don't know if it will rain, but I must clean up quickly.
"It's raining, nothing to do, I'll just stay home and weave straw mats, just right!"
After the old man had his imagination run wild, he couldn't help humming a tune, with joy in his eyes and brows.
But soon, he turned around and asked a fatal question:
"By the way, Tan Tan, how much is this straw mat? I won't sell it for cheaper!"
He remembered the straw mat Song Tan bought when he lived in the dormitory in high school, which cost 10 yuan each. If he made straw mats for 10 yuan each, the old man would never do it.
Song Tan still has an idea of the price.
"Don't worry, don't worry. Let's wait until we all sleep on it and get a feel for it before we set the price. Don't worry, it won't be cheap."
Song Youde was surprised: "Why do you want more? Didn't I also make it for you guys when I made it for Qiao Qiao?"
"How dare you say that!"
Song Tan looked at the old man's back and said, "Grandpa, you can't be partial! Qiao Qiao's is a whole straw mat, dense and solid, but ours is only one meter wide!"
And the editing is obviously sparser and thinner than Jojo's.
If Qiao Qiao's is airtight, theirs is so sparse that you can see light and shadow. It's also thin and narrow. When spread on the bed, it's just enough for one person to lie down without turning over...
Humph, I won’t lie down!
"We'll just use the old coarse cloth!"
"Can you blame me for this?" The old man also argued: "You just cut two handfuls of rushes. If you hadn't told me there were more here, I would have thought there were only so many in our village! I wasted my time and effort to weave a few beds. I didn't use my brains? And you're still not happy..."
Song Tan: …
"I don't care!" She began to be unreasonable: "Anyway, there is so much grass here, and it's a good place I found. You have to weave a good bed for me first."
Song Youde was reluctant: "I'll make another bed for each of you. Summer is almost over and I can't make money in time..."
Look, it’s almost July, and even if we work non-stop all day we can only make one big bed. Time is so tight!
Song Tan opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard Song Youde suddenly become excited again:
"But don't panic. The guys who used to play cards with me are all very good at weaving straw mats and bamboo baskets. Hey, do you want a bamboo mat? Let's weave it together?"
"I will invite them home later, share the grass with them, and give them money to make a mat..."
How much money should I give
Song Youde thought about giving the money but felt reluctant to do so.
But my friend, it’s not a good idea to give 10 yuan. It’s too cheap and no one will do the job well.
But if he gives too much, what if the straw mat only sells for thirty or fifty yuan, what will he earn
Song Tan: … It can be seen that the potential of being a capitalist seems to be engraved in the blood of the Song family.
She smiled with relief: "It's all made up, it's all made up, Grandpa, don't think too much about it, hurry up, go back and have breakfast! And call someone by the way."
"Otherwise, when the sun comes out, it will be difficult to do the work."
"right!"
The old man instantly forgot the price he had just calculated and now thought to himself: "It takes at least five or six people to cut the grass. It's not easy to work in the lowlands."
"Your father and I will be in charge of the transportation. Oh, and I'll need two more people to help me chop the grass..."