But... 10,000
I'm afraid that's not a woven mattress.
She was curious: "Grandpa, how many strands did you braid for me before?"
"We didn't have enough straw at the time..." Song Youde said casually as he sorted out the dried straw in the yard, "I simply wove one layer of your straw mat, which was relatively narrow, so I didn't need 1,000 straws."
Song Tan: …
"What about Jojo's?"
Song Youde was proud: "Isn't Qiao Qiao's one particularly good? I tell you, it must have used 3,000 threads! Both the front and back are woven evenly! It was woven according to the size of your bed."
"After the summer is over, wash it, dry it in the sun, and roll it up. It can be used for many years! Even though I haven't done this for a long time, I'm still doing it now. What do you call it? My skills are still sharp!"
Look how proud this old man is!
Song Tan then frowned and said, "Grandpa, your partiality is too blatant."
Song Youde was also annoyed: "Why are you still mentioning this? Kid, I told you that there wasn't enough grass at the time. You knew there was such a big meadow, why didn't you tell me earlier? Look, now I have to weave one for you again - what else can I do? I'll weave 10,000 grass for you?"
"I don't want it."
Song Tan shook his head: "Nowadays, new mattresses fit the human body very well. There is no seam under the waist when you lie on it. If you weave 10,000 threads on it, and it is uneven, won't it break quickly?"
"Forget it! I, your granddaughter, am not the kind of person who would haggle over every penny. Just braid 2,000 strands."
Song Youde: …
Finally, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "Look at you, you are so petty, aren't you a fussy person? Okay, okay, I'll weave you a bed with 2,000 threads - but is your mattress really that soft?"
"Alas, something too soft is not good for your waist."
Song Tan laughed: "Grandpa, we want to play with our phones on the bed. The bed is too hard and it hurts."
"Besides, the spring sponges nowadays are all made well, and they are also divided into different zones. Different springs are used for different parts of the body. The head is the head, the waist is the waist, the feet are the feet..."
So this time when choosing mattresses, contemporary mobile phone users all chose the same model.
Wu Lan and Song Sancheng were used to sleeping on hard mattresses, so they bought a brown mattress.
Song Tan likes soft ones, so he added a layer of latex.
Qiao Qiao, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun are afraid of heat, so they add a thin layer of palm mat on top.
Good man, these words made Song Youde stunned -
Is sleeping so particular nowadays
For example, he still has a hard bed board now.
When Song Sancheng got married, he went to town and bought a springy mattress. But after a while, he said some of the springs started to collapse...
But this also made Song Youde frown.
"If you want the mattress to fit the body, then it's not a flat piece. Then I'll weave a straw mat for you, and I'll have to chop the straw into finer pieces."
Song Tan was stunned: "Need it to be even finer?"
"Yeah." Song Youde picked up the first batch of dried hay in his hand and showed it to her: "Look, it feels hard in the middle. It's summer now. If we weave it like this, it will be tough and not break easily."
"But think about it, if you spread it on the bed, people will lie on it and toss around. After a long time, the uneven places will definitely break easily, so we can only make it smaller."
"Just like weaving a straw hat, rub the grass leaves as softly as possible - this way they will be soft and comfortable."
It just takes a lot of effort.
Song Tan quickly comforted him, "It's worth the effort. I'll sell it at a higher price for you. It's worth it."
Song Youde had no idea what "selling at a higher price" meant. He was thinking that the grass had already been split, and he would need to find a few more people to split it again, and some would also need to rub the grass.
Just tie these long rushes into bundles, rub them slowly on a stone slab or concrete floor, and pick out the ones with uneven colors, otherwise the braided weave will be ugly with patterns...
But this is a huge project.
I'm afraid the rush in these two acres of land will have to be woven until winter
"There's no rush. Let's wait until winter and then sell it the next year."
Song Tan quickly comforted his grandfather.
Song Youde frowned, "We have to hurry up, otherwise the grass will dry up in the dry winter and break easily. We have to spray water from time to time before weaving it."
Song Tan: … So complicated
"Why don't we just weave bamboo mats?"
In her memory, when she was a child, she saw her family weaving bamboo mats and bamboo baskets. They just had to split the bamboo into strips or bamboo threads, and there were no other requirements.
"What are you thinking about!"
Song Youde said to her bluntly: "The straw mat is so flexible that I'm worried that it's not firm enough on your mattress. The bamboo mat is even more brittle... What if that fat person sleeps on it and it suddenly breaks after a long time? If someone reaches out to wipe it, the bamboo stick will prick their hand—"
"hiss!"
Song Tan couldn't help but frown just thinking about it:
"All right."
She looked at the large bamboo forest on the side of the road and could only sigh: "It seems that they are of no use other than growing bamboo shoots."
"Who said that?"
Song Youde was not happy to hear this:
"Don't you have enough cucumber racks in your vegetable garden?"
"Besides, if we can't make mats, can't we make baskets? Wait until I have time to make some."
However, Song Youde was obviously still worried.
"If the straw mat is to be woven so finely, it will definitely take more than a day to weave one. If you keep taking this long, I'm afraid that by the end of summer, you won't have much to weave."
When he thought about how much money he spent on hiring someone to mow the lawn, Song Youde felt a little regretful.
"What are you afraid of?"
Song Tan was open-minded: "It's too late this year, but I will definitely catch up next year. Grandpa, please weave it more carefully. Many people now love such detailed handicrafts and will buy them!"
The grass was piled on the ground, and Song Youde just sighed. Now, hearing Song Tan's confidence, he couldn't help but laugh...
As the father and son were chatting, they heard the sound of a tricycle outside.
Zhang Wangjia came down from the mountain in the sun, and when he saw Song Tan, he asked anxiously:
"Tan Tan, I saw the weather forecast says it's going to rain heavily for several days tomorrow. The watermelons in these fields can't stand the rain! Let's pick them all this afternoon!"
Normally, watermelons in the growing season are not afraid of this kind of rain, but the problem is that many of the large watermelons in their fields are on the verge of ripening.
If the air pressure drops and it rains heavily at this time, the fruits will explode and crack in the ground before people can pick them - at 20 yuan per pound, who can bear this
Song Tan: …!
!
I almost forgot about this, even though I had checked the forecast for several days!
"Okay, Uncle Zhang, I'll tell my family to go up the mountain to help pick watermelons!"
"good."
Zhang Wangjia also got back on his tricycle: "It's not too late to harvest the second crop of early melons, so don't worry. The main thing is the big watermelons that are ripening now."
Because it was so big, we didn't plant much at the beginning, but now it adds up to several acres, so it's a hard job.
Song Tan thought about it and simply called the vegetable vendor: "Old Zhao, do you want some watermelon?"