Chapter 420 420 Rush Arrangement

Chapter 420 420. Rush Arrangement

Now it was late at night, and it was very easy for Song Tan to do something with such a large uncarved depression.

But don't panic.

She turned on her phone and searched on Baidu for the conventional per-acre yield of rush, as well as what the most suitable length state is in daily life... Then she reached out her hand calmly.

After all, I have never grown this thing before!

The moonlight fell quietly from the sky, and the stars flickered around. The sky in the middle of the summer night was so quiet that it seemed to make people intoxicated.

And in this gentle breeze, the rush in the field was growing rapidly.

The long roots silently meandered in the soil, absorbing nutrients along the strands of veins.

The substance in the air that no one could explain supported their leaves, making them more green and covered with tiny dewdrops condensed.

When the night wind blew, they swayed and fell.

The spiritual energy silently infiltrated the land and the air. Although the soil fertility was not overdrawn, clusters of tender buds grew in the sparse places.

Then they began to twitch and grow...

Until a dark cloud slowly covered a corner of the moon, Song Tan slowly withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.

In front of him was a rich green grassland, with thriving rushes of different lengths, a jagged and thriving appearance of wild land.

But the green color and the unique smell of grass were enough to make people feel cool in this summer night.

She breathed a sigh of relief and started to walk back.

...

When crossing the mountains and ridges, Song Tan couldn't help but start thinking again: the place has become so big, the family can't afford to raise dozens of dogs anymore, and surveillance should be installed.

Tsk. Money.

When she just came back, she thought it would be fine to just grow enough for the family and make a little money.

Later, I realized that I had earned money and was tired, and I had to earn back the money I had paid for hiring people to work.

Later, I wanted to eat better even after I was full...

She felt her greed late at night... Well, it was not her fault, right? There were so many delicious foods!

...

The next morning, before breakfast, Song Youde hurriedly rode on his electric bike and asked Song Tan to sit on the distinguished back seat.

He drove at lightning speed, climbed the hillside along the path, and then used a bamboo pole and a sickle to push away the shrubs and weeds that were growing in a mess and blocking the road in front of him, and then he saw the green depression at the foot of the mountain.

Deep and shallow puddles are hidden in the grass. The experienced farmer dare not step into them easily, but he uses a bamboo pole to move it left and right. Looking at the dense and long green rush, his eyebrows and eyes are filled with impatience:

"After so many years, why haven't I found such a good place? Look at this grass, it grows so well!"

Look at the sky again-

"The forecast says it will rain in two days, so we have to harvest it quickly! Otherwise, it will easily get black spots or diseases if there is too much rain."

Then he pulled the rush to his side and looked at it: "Look, it's a good thing I'm not as slow as you. It's almost grown. If it's exposed to the sun for another two days, it will easily become old and yellow!"

"When we weave straw mats, the color will not look good."

The words are all one sentence: hurry up!

Song Tan: ...

She sighed: "Okay, let's go back now and see who can help us cut the grass?"

"Let's go!"

Song Youde didn't even look back and rode his electric bike directly: "We have to hurry up. We estimate that there are two acres of land. We should try to cut it in one day!"

"We need to hire more people!"

The old man's calculations were clattering in his mind: "Cut and dry today, dry it for another day tomorrow, and dry it the day after tomorrow."

The forecast said that it would be cloudy and rainy the day after tomorrow. I don't know if it will rain, but we must clean up quickly first--

"It's okay if it rains. I will weave straw mats at home. It's just right!"

After the old man imagined it, he couldn't help humming a song, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of happiness.

But soon, he turned his head and asked the fatal question:

"By the way, Tan Tan, how much is this straw mat? I won't do it if it's cheap!"

He remembered the straw mat that Song Tan bought when he lived in the school dormitory in high school, which cost 10 yuan per piece. If the straw mat he made cost 10 yuan per piece, the old man would never do it.

Song Tan knew the price.

"Don't worry, wait until we all sleep on it and feel it before setting the price. Don't worry, it won't be cheap."

Song Youde was surprised: "Why do you want more? Didn't I 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: "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 it's obviously thinner and sparser than Qiao Qiao's.

If Qiao Qiao's is airtight, theirs is so sparse that you can see the light and shadow, and it's thin and narrow. It's only enough for one person to lie on the bed without turning over...

Humph, no lie!

"We just use 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! You just barely managed to weave a few beds, and I didn't use my brains? You're still not happy..."

Song Tan: ...

"I don't care!" She started to be unreasonable: "Anyway, there are so many grasses here, and it's a good place I found, you have to weave another good bed for me first."

Song Youde was reluctant: "I'll make one more bed for each of you. Summer is almost over, and we can't make money in time..."

It's almost July, and we can only make one big bed if we work all day. Time is so tight!

Song Tan opened his mouth and was about to say something, when he heard Song Youde suddenly cheer up again:

"But don't panic, the ones who used to play cards with me are all good at weaving straw mats and bamboo baskets - hey, do you want bamboo mats? Let's weave together?"

"I'll call them home later, share the straw with them, and I'll give them a certain amount of money for weaving a mat..."

How much should I give?

Song Youde was reluctant to give money.

But old friend, it's not good to give 10 yuan, it's too cheap and no one will work hard.

But if he gives too much, what if the straw mats are sold for thirty or fifty, what will he earn?

Song Tan: ...It can be seen that the potential of capitalists seems to be engraved in the blood of the old Song family.

She smiled with relief: "All weaving, all weaving, Grandpa, don't think too much, hurry up, go back to have breakfast! By the way, call someone."

"Otherwise, when the sun comes out, it will be difficult to work."

"Right!"

The old man instantly forgot the price he had just calculated, and now he was thinking to himself: "It takes at least five or six people to cut the grass, and it's not easy to work in the depression."

"Your father and I will be responsible for transportation. Oh, yes, I need to ask two more people to help me cut the grass..."

To be honest, the dormitory straw mat and bamboo pillow I bought at the wholesale market when I was in school were both 10 yuan...

Good night, Rose.