Chapter 451 Do You Want Watermelon?

Chapter 451 451. Do you want watermelon?

But...10,000?

I'm afraid you didn't make the mattress.

She was curious: "Grandpa, how many braids did you braid for me before?"

"There wasn't enough grass at that time..." Song Youde said casually while tidying up the dried grass in the yard: "I simply braided one layer of your straw mats, and it's relatively narrow, so I don't need 1,000 straw mats."

Song Tan:......

"What about Jojo's?"

Song Youde felt proud: "Isn't Qiao Qiao's one particularly good? Let me tell you, it took an estimated 3,000 pieces to knit! The front and back are evenly knitted! But it was knitted according to the size of your bed."

"When the summer is over, clean it, dry it and roll it up. It can be used for many years! Don't look at me not making this up for a long time. If I do it now, what do you call it? The sword is not old!"

Look how proud this little old man is!

Song Tan then grimaced: "Grandpa, your partiality is too blatant."

Song Youde was also numb: "Why do you still mention it? This kid, I told you that there was not enough grass at that time. You know such a big meadow, why didn't you tell me earlier? You see, now I have to make up another one for you. ——What should I do? I’ll make 10,000 pieces for you?”

"I do not want."

Song Tan shook his head: "Nowadays, the new mattress fits the human body very well. There are no seams at the waist or bottom when you lie on it. If you braid 10,000 pieces on top, it will be uneven. Wouldn't it break down quickly?"

"Forget it! Your granddaughter and I are not the kind of person who cares about every detail. Just make up 2,000 pieces."

Song Youde:...

He couldn't help laughing at the end: "Look at you, you are so petty, aren't you a fussy person? Okay, okay, I'll make a 2,000-piece braid for you - but is your mattress really that soft? "

"Oh, it's too soft and it's not good for your waist."

Song Tan laughed: "Grandpa, we have to play with our mobile phones on the bed. The bed board is too hard and it's so uncomfortable."

"Besides, today's spring sponges are all made very well, and they also pay attention to spring partitions. Different springs are used for each body part. The head is for the head, the waist is for the waist, and the feet are for the feet..."

So when choosing a mattress this time, the contemporary mobile phone party all chose the same model.

Wu Lan and Song Sancheng were used to sleeping on hard mattresses, so they bought brown mattresses.

Song Tan likes soft ones, so she added a layer of latex.

Qiao Qiao and Zhang Yanping Xin Jun were afraid of the heat, so they added a thin layer of palm mat on top.

Good guy, Song Youde was stunned for a moment after hearing these words——

Are you still so particular about sleeping now?

Like he still has a hard bed.

When Song Sancheng got married, he specially spent money to buy a spring mattress in the town - but as time passed, he said that some springs were always going to collapse...

But this also made Song Youde frown.

"If you want to say that the mattress can fit the body, then it is not a flat piece - then I will weave a straw mat for you, and I will have to split the grass a little finer."

Song Tan was stunned: "Do you want it to be more detailed?"

"Yeah." Song Youde picked up the first batch of dried hay and showed it to her: "Do you think it's still hard in the middle when you touch it like this? It's summer, and it's braided like this. It's tough and not easy to break. "

"But think about it, if you lay on the bed and turn left and right, the uneven parts will definitely break easily after a long time, so you can only chop it a little thinner."

"Like knitting a straw hat, rub the grass leaves as softly as possible - it will be soft and comfortable."

It just takes time.

Song Tan quickly comforted him: "It takes time and effort. I'll help you sell it more expensively. It's worth it."

Song Youde had no idea about "selling more expensively". He figured that since the grass had already been split, he would have to find a few more people to split the grass again, and someone would need to rub the grass——

Just tie these long rushes into bundles and slowly rub them on the stone slab or cement floor. You have to pick out the uneven colors, otherwise the flowers will not look good...

But the amount of work is huge.

I'm afraid the rushes in the two acres of land in front of me will be weeded until winter, right?

"There's no rush, we'll sell it again the next year when winter comes."

Song Tan quickly comforted his grandfather.

Song Youde frowned: "You have to hurry up, otherwise the winter will be dry and the grass will be dry and easy to break. You have to spray water from time to time before weaving."

Song Tan: ...so complicated?

"How about we make bamboo mats?"

In her impression, when she was a child, she saw her family weaving bamboo mats and baskets. All she had to do was split the bamboo into strips or bamboo filaments, and there was not much fuss.

"What are you thinking about!"

Song Youde said to her unceremoniously: "The straw mat is so flexible, I'm worried that it won't be strong enough on your mattress. The bamboo mat is even more brittle... What if that fat person falls asleep on his head and suddenly breaks over time?" Yes, I stretched out my hand to wipe it, and the bamboo stick pricked my hand——"

"hiss!"

Song Tan couldn't help but frown just thinking about it:

"Fine."

She looked at the large bamboo forest on the roadside and sighed: "It seems they have no use except growing bamboo shoots."

"Who said that?"

Song Youde was not happy to hear this:

"Don't you have enough to build a cucumber stand in your vegetable garden?"

"Besides, if we can't weave mats, why can't we weave baskets? Let's wait until I free up what I have on hand."

However, Song Youde obviously still has worries in his heart——

"If the straw mats are so meticulously woven, they definitely won't be able to make one in a day. If I continue to waste time like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to make much even after the summer is over."

When he thought about how much money he spent on hiring someone to mow the grass, Song Youde felt a little regretful.

"What are you afraid of?"

Song Tan was open-minded: "If we don't have time this year, we will definitely catch up next year. Grandpa, please weave it more carefully. Many people now love such delicate handwork and will buy it!"

The grass was piled on the ground, and Song Youde just sighed. Now he heard Song Tan's confidence and couldn't help laughing...

The two of them were chatting when they heard the sound of a tricycle outside.

Zhang Wangjia came down the mountain against the sun at this moment. When he saw Song Tan, he asked anxiously:

"Tan Tan, I saw that the weather forecast said that it will rain heavily for several days tomorrow. The watermelons in the field can't stand the rain! Let's pick them all this afternoon!"

It is said that watermelons in the growing period are not afraid of this kind of rain, but the problem is that most of the big watermelons in their field are stuck on the edge of maturity.

If the air pressure is low at this time, the rain will hit, and it will explode and crack in the field before people can pick it - 20 yuan per catty, who can bear this?

Song Tan: ...! ! !

I almost forgot about this, even though I had seen the forecast for several days!

"Okay, then Uncle Zhang, I'll tell my family first, and let's go up the mountain to help pick watermelons!"

"Okay."

Zhang Wangjia also rode the tricycle again: "It's not too late for the second batch of early melons, don't worry. The main thing is the big watermelons that are ripe now."

Because they are too big, not many were planted at the beginning, but they add up to several acres, which is a hard job.

Song Tan thought about it and simply called the vegetable vendor: "Old Zhao, do you want watermelons?"

It was a heavy rain, and I was miserable carrying watermelons in the field...