"The rush grass has to be split before it can be dried. You need to find someone who can do it well, otherwise it will get damaged..."
When Song Youde thought about hiring so many people, he couldn't help but feel a little numb - how much would it cost to pay them!
I couldn't help but ask, "Tan Tan, I don't know how much this straw mat can be sold for. If we hire too many people, the cost will be very high... Why don't we just cut it ourselves?"
Song Tan:?!
!
"No!" She quickly refused and handed a piece of freshly cut grass to Song Youde to take another look:
"Grandpa, grass of this quality is not easily available in previous years. If you don't cut it quickly while the weather is good, it will be old tomorrow. If it rains again in two days, it will not be able to dry in time... By then, it will be too late for you to regret it!"
"How can we have time to do this at home?"
I understand the truth, but... I still can't bear to let go.
Song Youde grumbled: "If I had known earlier that the drying room in the old yard should not be demolished, I should have built a bigger one and spread the rush inside. It can be baked in a few hours, and the color is beautiful..."
That's true.
Generally speaking, if rush is dried, it will inevitably fade a little, for example, from emerald green to light green, gray-green or even dull.
And it will take another day or two.
But if it is dried, it only takes four hours. Not only does it save time, but it can also retain the color and taste of grass to the greatest extent, which is indeed a more economical way.
But Song Tan became alert: "If the drying house is built bigger, won't it cost money? Besides, when you dry tobacco again next year, won't you think that since the drying house is already this big, why not plant two more acres of tobacco leaves?"
Song Youde: ... Look at this stinky granddaughter!
He hadn't thought so originally, but now it seems to make sense...
…
It was already past 6 o'clock when he got home. Breakfast was already ready. Wu Lei walked up the stairs like a wandering soul, holding on to his legs and taking stiff steps one by one. It took him a long time to move down.
Without even washing his hands, he took a large piece of rice cake, held it in both hands, and ate it bite after bite.
This is steamed cake made from freshly ground rice. It is soft, sweet and delicious!
With so many people in the family, my seventh cousin has to make three large steamers to get enough food at a time!
Qiao Qiao followed down with sleepy eyes. He first stretched his body, then did a few of Tiga's opening moves, and then rushed into the kitchen with a grunt.
But he was a particular child, so he washed his hands and first took a bowl of freshly cooked rice porridge.
"Wow, smells good! It smells so good! I want to eat it with sour cowpeas!"
But the porridge was a little too hot, so I could only blow on it while eating it in small bites.
Turning his head, Qiao Qiao was curious: "Brother Leilei, why do you want to eat like a squirrel?"
He gestured.
The squirrel holding the acorn in its two little paws looks like Brother Wu Lei holding the rice cake in his two hands now.
Qiao Qiao happened to see it through the window one time and observed it for a long time. Now her description is absolutely accurate.
Wu Lei looked up at him with a resentful expression and a weak voice:
"Because... one of my hands is shaking, and I'm afraid I can't hold it."
I have never done physical work before, but after doing it for a few days, the pain in my body not only did not disappear, but new pain accumulated 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 in the bowl into his mouth and almost choked when he heard this!
At this moment, he sighed: "Wu Lei, you still don't exercise enough. Don't worry, when your skin color becomes as tanned as mine, your hands will no longer shake."
Qiao Qiao didn't believe what he said - Brother Yanping didn't work at all.
In the early morning sunlight, Zhang Yanping's dark face seemed to be reflected by a layer of bright light.
Seeing this, Wu Lei suddenly felt despair - if he became this dark, would Lili still date him
Meanwhile, Song Youde was already discussing with Song Sancheng about weaving straw mats at home. Wulan was already counting who was good at working and harvesting rice... and she accurately found the other party's phone number and called him.
Seeing this, Wu Lei hurried over with his stiff legs, looking pitiful:
"Uncle, can I not move the watermelons today? I can't even lift my arms anymore, and my waist is so tired..."
Why are these watermelons so big!
I didn’t feel anything at first, but later… I shed tears of bitterness.
Song Sancheng couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Really? Oh, you are such a thoughtful kid—"
At the same time, he raised his voice and shouted: "Wulan, Wulan, please hire one less person today. Wu Lei said he can go and cut grass for us—"
Wu Lei:?!
!
He instantly recalled the miserable time he had in the rice fields. Even the big watermelons on the mountain looked round and cute now, so he quickly waved his hands:
"No, no, no, uncle, I just said that. Actually, I still want to help my uncle Zhang! I'll go there in a minute, I'll go there in a minute..."
"Oh, okay."
Song Sancheng still felt a little regretful - the cost of hiring someone to mow the lawn was very high. If there could be one less person, wouldn't that save more money
Although Wu Lei is a little arrogant, he seems to be doing pretty well these past two days...
He then said with concern: "Leilei, don't be too tired when you go to the mountain to carry watermelons. If you carry 20 or 30 watermelons, just sit there and rest for a while. You don't have to do it all at once."
Wu Lei: …
He has to take a break after moving about ten now...
Then Song Sancheng patted his shoulders twice: "Perform well! You seem to be stronger these past two days. Did you sleep well? I tell you, living in our village is definitely very healthy. You young people are all sub-healthy in the city, so you have to come back to adjust..."
"Oh, by the way, it's summer now, so we have to get up earlier to work, you silly boy... If you get up at 5 o'clock, pack up and go upstairs to do some work, and then come back to rest when the sun comes out, wouldn't that be more comfortable than working under the scorching sun?"
“You young people still love to sleep in, hahaha…”
Song Tan felt a little embarrassed about this. Was her father saying this on purpose
Wu Lei numbly held the unfinished rice cake in his hand, feeling like his heart was broken at this moment.
…
Song Youde looked at the sky and said, "Oh, I have to hurry back to find some old friends to help me split the straw. Wulan, Tantan said that I should earn the money for the straw mats. I will give you the money you pay me for hiring someone to do the work later!"
Wulan also laughed cheerfully: "Okay, Dad, then you have to work hard. My mom makes 100 yuan a day picking tea leaves, and now she has earned 10,000 yuan!"
Song Youde's scalp tensed up, and he quickly calculated in his mind - yes, it started in March, 100 a day, and now it's the end of June...
It must be at least 10,000!
This old woman never brought money home, she's quite good at hiding it! No wonder she's so energetic carrying the basket every morning!
Humph, look at him making 10,000 with this straw mat... Ahem, 5,000... Well, 3,000 back!