Just as the weather forecast said, the rain lasted for three whole days.
Fortunately, on the morning of the fourth day, the sunlight successfully shone again.
Song Tan got up early and ran to the edge of the field to see the two paddy fields that were almost submerged by water. He then looked at the mud that was gradually settling down below and nodded to the expectant old man Li next to him: "I think it's just right!"
"Of course!"
Old man Li was also very happy: "Now we can plant the rice. Find someone quickly. It's too hot, early in the morning and late at night. Let's try to finish it today."
"OK."
It rained for a few days and everyone was busy. They had planned what to do. Naturally, Song Sancheng and Wu Lan were the ones to contact people.
But Qiao Qiao was already fully armed, carrying a basket and a sickle, and preparing to go to the back mountain in a heroic and high-spirited manner.
Wu Lei looked at his back, his eyes full of envy - because not only could he not go to cut sorghum, he also had to follow Uncle Zhang to the watermelon field to check the watermelons.
It has rained for three days, so there are watermelons that have cracked in the fields. We can only carry them and move them around...
He sighed: This may be his fate! If he is not working on the construction site, he is working in the fields.
When Qiao Qiao was about to set foot on the road to the back mountain, he suddenly turned around and trotted all the way to Song Tan:
"Sister, Grandpa said that when Dad was a child he loved eating sorghum stalks. They were as sweet as sugarcane. I'll go try some first. Hahahaha, I'll definitely bring you the sweetest sorghum stalks at noon!"
Song Tan: …
Although I was a little touched, the Qiao Qiao today is no longer the simple Qiao Qiao of the past.
"Then... Qiao Qiao is so well behaved? Do you want to buy Ultraman?"
She asked.
But Qiao Qiao shook his head and said, "Next year I want to plant as much corn as rice. Can I invite my friends to the class reunion and break the corn together?"
It is not impossible to grow two acres of corn on such a large mountain... But if you invite the children to the class reunion to pick corn...
Song Tan thought about it and felt that he was very capitalist.
She then said solemnly: "It's not certain yet, but if all the conditions are met, I will agree."
"Okay!" Qiao Qiao nodded obediently without asking any conditions - after all, adults always have reasons for doing things.
He then raised his head and said: "I'm going to cut sorghum!"
Behind him, Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping also followed, the former purely to broaden his horizons, while the latter took his mobile phone and stand to prepare for another live broadcast for the children, and take some close-ups of sorghum to fill their database.
After all, if an online store occasionally wants to put something new on the shelves, there has to be a picture, right
At this time, Ulan was wearing rain boots and a long plastic sheet around her waist, and she and her grandmother were also carrying baskets and hurried up the mountain.
Seeing this, Song Tan could not help but advise: "It just rained, and it's only been one night. There must be a lot of water in the tea fields. When the dew comes, your clothes will get wet..."
"You kid, what do we have to be afraid of with our physique? When picking tea leaves in the morning, there is always a lot of dew."
Wulan was impatient: "I haven't picked tea for three days, and it's raining. I don't know how well the tea leaves will grow. Go and play somewhere else."
Song Tan: …
The stall has expanded and we have hired more and more people. Although my family is busy, it is not as anxious and hectic as before, and I am not tired either.
But if you want to have some free time - yes!
Be it her parents, grandparents, or her grandfather who is now in a wheelchair, they all have the character of being unable to sit still.
Seeing that she was the only one left at home, Song Tan simply ran away to her grandfather again.
Song Youde has been weaving straw mats these days. Now he has three mats of different sizes in front of him, namely 1.5 meters/1.8 meters/2 meters.
The 1.5-meter one was woven by himself, and the 1.8-meter and 2-meter ones were woven by him while Grandpa Tan Tan and Wang Lifen were helping him, so that he could be efficient.
Besides, he works more than 8 hours a day!
It can be seen that a lot of effort went into making this straw mat - but the finished product is also extremely pleasing.
I don't know what's wrong with the rush this year. Normally it will be gray-green or yellow-green after being exposed to the sun, but most of the time it's golden yellow or withered yellow like straw.
But the grass leaves in his hands were so silky and green as jade that they gave a cool feeling even in such a hot day.
Not to mention that after it is braided, it is flexible and elastic, and can be rolled into a very thin roll with a light touch. When it is stretched out and spread on the bed, just one look at it seems as if all the heat in people's hearts has dissipated.
Song Youde has been looking around these past two days and feels that his skills have reached the pinnacle, and he is very pleased with himself.
Seeing Song Tan coming, he quickly pulled her to show off:
"Quick! Look, the straw mat your grandfather made is pretty good, isn't it? Tell me, what price should I give it? Wow... Wow, it's really good!"
Song Tan knew the effectiveness of this straw mat without trying it.
The spiritual energy itself can amplify the characteristics of plants, and rush has the effects of cooling, promoting sleep, and reducing dryness. Such a good thing is no worse than high-quality silk in summer.
She hesitated for a moment and said, "How about this, Grandpa, you weave a straw mat and I will buy it for 300, 400 and 500 respectively."
"As for how much I sell it for..."
Song Tan thought that if she didn’t sell it for 999, it would be a shame for her hard work in promoting the growth of rush late at night!
"Don't worry about how much it sells for!"
Song Youde was stunned: "Didn't we agree at the beginning that you would help me sell it?"
"yes!"
Song Tan nodded: "It was agreed at the beginning, but then I thought about it, the land is mine, the grass is mine, I paid for the workers first, and I will help you sell-"
"What do I want?"
Ah this.
Song Youde was also stuck.
"You are still my granddaughter!" He complained, "How can you be so calculating even with your own grandfather?"
Song Tan cleared his throat and put his hands behind his back: "It's not shameful for brothers to settle accounts openly. Besides, will you plant grass on that meadow next year?"
"If he doesn't plant anything, I'll just have an excavator dig it up for him and renovate the pond."
Song Youde quickly stopped him: "How many ponds do you want? The pond is already this big, and you still want to dig - OK, OK, OK! Three hundred is three hundred!"
"that is… "
He felt a little embarrassed after he got angry: "You pay me three or five hundred yuan, and I negotiated with the villagers before for 50 yuan - how inappropriate is that?"
"What's that?"
Song Tan was not panicked at all:
"Grandpa, you are able to become a first-level agent and get the supply of this batch of rush because of your blood relationship with me. Isn't it normal for your subordinates to get less?"
"If you really feel bad about it, you can raise the price of each bed by 10 or 20 yuan."
After all, it is not easy to produce one of this quality with help from others all day long.
She is stingy, but that is only when she sells things. But if she is still stingy when asking people from her hometown, especially these elderly people with no income, to work for her, what would it look like