MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 421 Earn ten thousand!

  Chapter 421 421. Earned 10,000!

   "The rush has to be split to dry, and you have to find a handle with a good handle, otherwise it will be broken..."

  When Song Youde thought of inviting so many people, he couldn't help feeling a little numb—how much money would it cost!

   couldn't help asking: "Tan Tan, I don't know how much this straw mat can sell for. If there are too many people, the cost will be high... No, let's cut it by our own family."

  Song Tan:? ! !

   "No!" She quickly refused, and handed a freshly cut piece of grass to Song Youde to take another look:

   "Grandpa, this kind of grass is not easy to see in previous years. If you don't take advantage of the good weather to cut it back, it will be old tomorrow, and there will be another rain in two days, and it will be too late to dry it... At that time, it will be too late for you to regret it!"

   "How can our family have the time to do this?"

  I understand the truth, but... I am still reluctant.

  Song Youde murmured: "I knew that the baking room in the old yard should not be removed. I should have built it bigger and spread the rushes in it. It can be baked in a few hours, and the color is still beautiful..."

   This is true.

  Generally, if the rush is dried in the sun, it will inevitably lose some color, such as changing from green to light green, gray green or dull.

   And it will take a day or two.

   But if it dries, it only takes four hours. It not only saves time, but also retains the color and the taste of grass to the maximum extent. It is indeed a way with more economic value.

But Song Tan became vigilant: "The barn is getting bigger, don't you need capital? Besides, when you smoke tobacco again next year, Grandpa, you won't think about it anyway. Why don't you grow two acres of land anyway?" Tobacco leaves?"

  Song Youde: ...Look at this stinky granddaughter!

  He didn't think so at first, but it seems quite reasonable to say it this way...

  …

  It was more than 6 o'clock when I got home, and breakfast was already prepared. Wu Lei was like a wandering ghost, holding on to the stairs step by step stiffly, and it took a long time to move down.

   Without washing my hands, I took a large piece of rice cake, held it in both hands, and ate it mouthful after mouthful.

  This is a fat cake made from ground fresh rice. It is soft and sweet, not to mention how delicious it is!

   With such a small family, Seventh Cousin had to make three large steamers at a time to eat enough!

   Qiao Qiao also came down with sleepy eyes. First, he stretched his waist greatly, and then made a few Dijia gestures, and then rushed into the kitchen humming and haha.

  But he is a particular child, after washing his hands, he took a bowl of freshly made rice porridge—

   "Woooooooo fragrant! It smells so good! I want to eat it with sour cowpea!"

   But the porridge was a bit too hot, so I could only snort and slurp it while eating.

  Turning around, Qiao Qiao became curious: "Brother Leilei, why do you want to eat like a squirrel?"

  He gestured.

   The squirrel is holding the acorn in its two paws, just like Brother Wu Lei who is eating rice cakes with two hands now.

   Qiao Qiao happened to see it through the window once, and observed it for a long time, and now the description is absolutely in place.

  Wu Lei looked up at him, his expression was resentful, and his voice was even weaker:

   "Because... one of my hands is shaking, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it."

   For those who have never done physical labor, after doing such a sudden work for a few days, not only did the soreness on the body not disappear, but new pains superimposed every day...

   For example, this hand is trembling when it is stretched out in mid-air.

  Zhang Yanping was pouring the last mouthful of porridge from the bowl into his mouth, and almost choked on hearing this!

  At this moment, he sighed: "Wu Lei, you still haven't exercised enough. Don't worry, when your skin is tanned like mine, you won't shake your hands anymore."

   Qiao Qiao didn’t believe what he said—Brother Yan Ping didn’t work at all.

  Under the morning sun, Zhang Yanping's dark face seemed to be reflecting a layer of bright light.

  Seeing this, Wu Lei suddenly felt desperate—if he was so black, would Lili still fall in love with him?

   And here, Song Youde has already discussed with Song Sancheng about weaving straw mats at home. Ulan has already taken stock of who is quick at work and good at harvesting rice... and accurately finds out the phone number of the other party and calls it.

  Seeing this, Wu Lei walked over pitifully on stiff legs:

   "Uncle, can I stop carrying watermelons today? I can't lift my arms now, and my waist is too tired..."

  Why is this watermelon so big!

  At first I didn't feel it, but later...it was a tear of bitterness.

  Song Sancheng couldn't help being happy when he heard it: "Really? Oh, you child, you are so caring—"

   At the same time, he raised his voice and shouted: "Ulan, Ulan, please take one less person today, Wu Lei said that he can mow the grass for us—"

  Wu Lei:? ! !

  He instantly remembered the time when he was in pain in the rice field. At this moment, even the big watermelon on the mountain became round and cute, so he quickly waved his hands:

   "No, no, uncle, I just said that, but in fact I still want to help me with Uncle Zhang! I'll go later, I'll go later..."

"okay."

  Song Sancheng still has some regrets—the cost of hiring someone to mow the lawn is very high. If there is one less person, wouldn’t it save a lot of money?

   But Wu Lei is a young man, although he is a bit drifting, but he has performed quite well in the past two days...

  He then said with concern: "Leilei, don't be too tired when you go to the mountain to move watermelons. If you move 20 or 30 watermelons, just sit there and rest for a while, and you don't have to finish it all at once."

  Wu Lei: …

  He has to take a break after moving a dozen or so...

Then Song Sancheng patted his shoulder twice again: "Good performance! You have grown strong these past two days, and slept soundly, right? Let me tell you, living in our village must be very healthy, you little ones Young people are sub-healthy in the city, so you have to come back and adjust..."

   "Oh, right, now it's summer, you have to get up early to work, you silly boy... If you get up at 5 o'clock to pack up and go up to do a wave of work, come back to rest when the sun comes out, isn't it more comfortable than being in the sun?"

   "You young people, you still like to sleep late hahaha..."

   Song Tan felt a little embarrassed about this wave. Did her father mean it on purpose?

   Wu Lei numbly held the unfinished rice cake in his hand, feeling like his heart was about to break right now.

  …

Song Youde looked at the sky: "Oh, I have to hurry back and find a few old guys to help me cut the grass—— Wulan, Tan Tan said that I will earn the money for the straw mat, and I will take the money for the straw mat later. Here you go!"

  Ulan also laughed heartily: "Okay, Dad, then you have to work hard. My mother picks tea for 100 yuan a day, and now she has earned 10,000 yuan!"

  Song Youde's scalp was tense, and he quickly made a calculation in his mind—no, it started in March, one hundred a day, and now it's the end of June...

   It must be ten thousand!

   This old woman has never brought money home, so she can hide it! No wonder carrying the basket so vigorously every morning!

  Hmph, look at him earning 10,000 for this wave of straw mats...cough, 5,000...well, come back with 3,000!

   It doesn't hurt anymore today, but I can't turn my head when lying on the bed. There is a kind of thrill of a roller coaster in an amusement park...

   Thank you for your concern, I read them all, and reader Ziyue gave me many, many specific ways...

thank you all.

   Try to add an update tonight, but it will be very late, and it will be better tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)