Chapter 307 307 Rolling Tobacco Leaves

Chapter 307 307. Brushing Tobacco Leaves

The weather is heating up extremely fast this year. It’s only mid-to-late May and the temperature has already risen to over 30 degrees.

Although the village is much cooler than the city, the temperature has increased so high that now the fan has to be turned on every day when eating.

It doesn't cool down until late at night, especially the older guys, who are really afraid of the heat. If they want to sleep in the first half of the night, they also need to turn on the fan.

Considering that her grandfather's house had to be tidied up in the summer, Song Tan could not bear to buy an air conditioner. Instead, she brought back a few fans and put one in each room.

That's okay, but Qiao Qiao has a lot of firepower and has to blow all night long. I turn on the fan in the first half of the night and don't know how to turn it off when I'm asleep. In the second half of the night, I touch the quilt all over the bed.

He slept in the room next to Song Youde. Originally, the old couple felt sorry for their grandson, but when they took a look at it at night, they realized that blowing their stomachs was not good!

So early the next morning, Song Youde stopped the siblings:

"Tan Tan, Qiao Qiao, take your sickle and go to the village to look for rushes. Cut two handfuls back and I'll weave some straw mats for you."

Nowadays, every house has air conditioning, but bamboo mats and straw mats are gradually becoming less useful. The edges of several bamboo mats in Song Youde's home have been cracked from the seals, and their branches are tangled.

It can be used, but it's hot now and there's not much farm work, so there's no need for it.

rush...

Song Tan thought to himself: The last time I wandered around the village, I only managed to get a handful of them, and they were still born.

I will need enough for weaving straw mats...

She pushed Qiao Qiao back: "Grandpa, it's hot outside. Tell Qiao Qiao to study at home. I'll do it."

"By the way, lend me your tricycle for a ride."

After saying that, he took the key directly from the house, and then got on the red tricycle.

Song Youde felt distressed: "Ride slower! Don't drive my car into a ditch."

What answered him was Song Tan's booming voice, speeding up.

There are still a few clumps growing where the rushes were cut last time. These clumps can grow long and big in one clump, and the place is remote and is a wasteland...

Song Tan gave some spiritual energy and waited patiently for a while, and soon there was a big fluffy green ball in front of him.

She waved her scythe and bundled a lot of them in two or three strokes, and then filled the back seat with them.

It was still early, so I went to the vegetable garden under the bright sun to have a look——

The cucumbers are already ripe, feel free to touch two and eat them directly!

Hold the cucumber with your left and right hands, twist it forward and backward, and twist off the slightly rough thorns on it, and then pat it on your body nonchalantly...

Gee, she doesn’t look like a fairy at all.

When your hands are refreshed, you just "click" and bite into it. This moment of refreshment soaks into your mouth, and you can feel the refreshing fragrance of cucumber in your throat and eyes.

She ate it in three or two bites, and when she lowered her head, she saw that the three treasures and the four treasures were looking up at her eagerly.

Okay, these two greedy dogs.

There is no shortage of food in the vegetable garden.

She smiled, stuffed the remaining cucumber heads into their mouths, turned around and pulled two more cucumbers on the stand: "Eat slowly, and find a place to rest when it gets hot."

Turn around and look at the eggplants in the field.

Now some of the green eggplants have matured, while the purple eggplants will take some time. The Chinese cabbages have been sold out, and there are only two rows left. You can eat them as you go and supply them to your own family.

On the other hand, the pepper seedlings that were planted before are now growing lushly with white flowers and green peppers. They are ready for picking, but the yield is not large yet.

And cowpeas.

Good guy, this thing looks as if it's life-threatening. The strands are as long as hair hanging down, and you can easily grab a handful of them.

However, Song Tan was not going to sell these vegetables directly. She wanted her seventh cousin to help pickle them into sour cowpeas and then sell them.

Let’s get some sun-dried cowpeas and wait until winter to stew meat...

Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

Here, Old Man Li is looking back and forth in the rice field with his hands behind his back. The rice is growing vigorously, with full grains and a lush green color.

When the wind blows, continuous green waves spread across the fields. Old Man Li's heart and eyes are full of joy when he sees it, and he dreams of planting rice flowers.

"Tantan," he said with experience, "you planted this rice early, and it's growing surprisingly well... I'll wait and see, it will be harvested in June."

"Okay, I'll find someone to drive the harvester when the time comes."

Song Tan answered readily.

“You little girl, you don’t even know how to care about money.:

Old Man Li said to her: "On these two fields, what kind of harvester do you want? The big men in your family can come up and click a few sickles, and it can be done in a day!"

Song Tan:......

Just, it’s not like we don’t have money, right?

It’s a hot day, why bother?

"Grandpa Li," she laughed: "My family works, and I'm afraid you can't help but do it too. It's so hot today, and I can't explain it to you if you get sunburned later."

"It's okay. I'll ask someone to drive the harvester when the time comes. If you really care about money, there are some leftover ears of rice in the field. You can pick them up and clean them up yourself. I won't care."

Old Man Li was instantly surprised: "Really give it to me?"

"Give!"

How many ears of rice can be picked up from two fields!

But Old Man Li doesn't think so.

He showed Song Tan the rice fields and the vegetable garden, but knowing how delicious the food at home was, how could the rice still be unpalatable when the cucumbers looked like that?

He is such a bad old man, how much does he eat in a year?

"Okay," he laughed, "I'll pick up the rice ears, so don't send rice to my house. It's enough to eat."

Song Tan laughed and didn't answer - she had the final say on whether it was enough or not.

Seeing that time was almost gone, he finished eating the cucumber in his hand, then turned onto the cement road next to him, rode his tricycle and rushed home again.

When he got home, he saw Song Youde spread a clean plastic sheet on the ground. He was sitting on a bench, pulling tobacco leaves one by one.

It is worth mentioning that Song Tan only planted about two mu of tobacco, but because of the spiritual energy, it grew particularly strong, and the yield can be said to be the peak that can only be achieved by extremely good water and fertilizer management -

A full 600 kilograms of tobacco leaves were harvested!

These 600 kilograms of tobacco leaves were baked in the drying room, which was almost 200 kilograms of flue-cured tobacco.

Song Youde had a treasure, and he walked with the wind!

At this moment, he took out a few golden roasted tobacco leaves, and then pinched the stem in the center of the leaves, and pulled the leaves off with both hands, leaving only a bare stem on the side.

This action was obviously done very skillfully, and after a few brushes, a small handful of tobacco leaves were piled up next to it.

Song Tan stood there and looked at it: "What is this for?"

Song Youde was happy, full of expectations: "I have run out of tobacco, I will cut some to smoke first."

All right.

Her grandfather is really very positive about tobacco.

Look, now there is a pile of rushes on the back seat of the car that can't be taken care of.

The yield of fresh leaves per mu of tobacco is 800-1800 kilograms. Note that it is fresh leaves, kilograms.

Most of the information about yield per mu refers to the yield of flue-cured tobacco.

Everyone, please be careful not to misunderstand.