??Chapter 420: 420. Arrangent of Lin grass_1
Chapter 420: 420. Arrangent of Lin grass_1
The night was deep and silent, and on such a large, unsculpted depression, it was very easy for Song Tan to employ so tricks.
But there was no rush.
She took out her phone, searched on the spot for the usual yield per acre of rushes, and the ideal length and condition for harvesting… Then she stretched out her hand unhurriedly.
After all, she had never grown this stuff before!
The moonlight quietly fell from the sky, and the stars around twinkled visibly, making the sumr night’s sky so tranquil it could intoxicate.
And in this gentle breeze, the rushes in the field were growing at breakneck speed.
Their elongated roots silently twisted through the soil, following the fine threads of veins as they absorbed nutrients.
Sothing indescribable in the air supported their blades, making them greener, and they were studded with tiny dewdrops that had condensed.
When the night breeze blew, they swayed and jingled, shedding droplets.
The Spiritual Energy silently suffused the land and the air, clearly without depleting the soil’s fertility, yet causing sparse areas to sprout clusters of tender shoots.
Then they began to twitch, to grow…
Until a cloud slowly obscured part of the moon, and Song Tan gradually withdrew her hand, opening her eyes.
Before her was a field of lush, green grass, with rushes of varying heights, a wild and vigorous scene of irregular growth.
But that shade of green, along with the unique scent of fresh grass, was more than enough to bring cool relief in the sumr night.
She breathed a sigh of relief and then began to walk back.
…
As she went over hills and ridges, Song Tan couldn’t help but ponder: with the land changed so much, the family couldn’t afford to keep dozens of dogs anymore; they had to install surveillance.
Tsk. Money.
When she first ca back, she thought simply growing enough for the family to eat and making a little money on the side would suffice.
Later, she realized, oh, earning money was also tiring, and she had to earn back the money paid for hiring workers.
And then, after eating her fill, she wanted to eat even better…
She felt her own greed in the middle of the night… Just, it wasn’t her fault, right? Who could bla her when there were so many delicious things!
…
Early the next morning, before even having breakfast, Song Youde hurriedly rode his electric scooter and called for Song Tan to sit on that prestigious back seat.
They sped along, winding through narrow paths and climbing over hills, and then, ard with bamboo poles and sickles, they pushed aside the overgrown ss of bushes and wild grass blocking the way, to see the green dip of land at the foot of the mountain.
Shallow and deep puddles lay hidden amidst the grass. The experienced old farr didn’t dare step in carelessly, but he used his bamboo pole to poke around, eyeing the dense and sufficiently long lush rushes, his face filled with impatience:
“After so many years, how did I never discover such a good spot? Look at these rushes, how well they’ve grown!”
He glanced up at the sky—
“The forecast said it’ll rain in a couple of days, we need to hurry up and harvest! Otherwise, if the rains are heavy, it’s easy for the plants to develop black spots or get diseased.”
Then he pulled the rushes closer to inspect, “See, it’s a good thing I’m not like you, hesitating and dawdling, these have grown just right, if they’re left to dry for a couple more days they’ll turn old and yellow!”
“When we make the straw mats, the color won’t look nice.”
Implicit in all his talk was one ssage: Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Song Tan: …
She sighed, “Alright, let’s go back now and see who can co help us cut the grass, okay?”
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
Song Youde didn’t look back, imdiately mounting his electric scooter: “We have to be quick; I reckon there are about two acres to be cut. We aim to finish it all in one day!”
“We need to hire more people!”
The old man’s ntal abacus clicked and clacked, “Today we cut and dry, tomorrow we dry again, and the day after a bit more drying should just about do it.”
The forecast says overcast and rainy the day after tomorrow—who knows if it will actually rain, but we definitely need to hurry and get everything sorted—
“No big deal if it rains, I can just stay ho and weave grass mats, which is perfect!”
Imagining the future, the old man couldn’t help but hum a tune, joy twinkling in the corners of his eyes.
But soon, he turned his head and asked a crucial question:
“By the way, Tantan, how much are we selling these grass mats for? If they’re too cheap, count
out!”
He rembered the grass mats that Song Tan bought during her ti in high school, ten yuan each. If his woven mats were ten yuan each, the old man would absolutely refuse to do it.
Song Tan had a good grasp of pricing.
“Don’t rush, don’t rush, let’s all use them and see how they feel before we set a price. Rest assured, we definitely can’t sell them too cheap.”
Song Youde was surprised, “Why do you need more? Didn’t you all already get so when I wove for Qiaoqiao?”
“Have you no sha!”
Song Tan looked at the old man’s back, “Grandpa, you can’t play favorites! Qiaoqiao’s was a whole mat, so fine and tightly woven, while ours were only one ter wide!”
And obviously much sparser and thinner than Qiaoqiao’s.
If Qiaoqiao’s mat was air-tight, theirs were so loosely woven that light and shadow were visible through them, and they were also thin and narrow, large enough for just one person to lie on without turning over…
Humph, I won’t lie on it!
“We’ll just use rough cloth!”
“How can this be my fault?” The old man had a ready argunt too, “You only cut that little bit of rush, and didn’t say earlier that there was more here. I thought that was all the village had! I managed to scrape together just enough to weave a few mats. It wasn’t easy for , you know? And now you’re not happy…”
Song Tan: …
“I don’t care!” She began to be unreasonable, “Anyhow, there’s so much grass here, and I found this great spot, you have to weave
a good mat first.”
Song Youde was reluctant, “Weave each of you another mat? Sumr’s almost over, there’s no ti to make money…”
Look, it’s almost July, and it’ll take a whole day of non-stop work to weave a large mat—how tight ti is!
Song Tan was about to say sothing when she heard Song Youde suddenly perk up:
“But no panic, those fellows I play cards with have good skills in weaving grass mats and bamboo baskets—hey, what about bamboo mats? Shall we weave so of those as well?”
“I’ll call them over to our house later, give them the grass to weave a mat, and I’ll pay them what I can…”
But how much?
Song Youde thought about having to pay money and felt reluctant again.
To a good old buddy, giving ten yuan isn’t nice—it’s too cheap and no one would want to work properly.
But if he pays too much and the mats only sell for thirty or fifty yuan, what would he earn?
Song Tan: …It’s clear that the potential of a capitalist seems to be etched into the Song Family’s bones.
She smiled with relief, “Do both, do both, Grandpa, don’t think too much for now, hurry up, let’s go back for breakfast! And call people over on the way.”
“Otherwise, when the sun cos out later, it’ll be hard to get any work done.”
“Right!”
The old man instantly forgot the prices he had been calculating; now he was absorbed in his own thoughts again, “We need at least five or six people to cut the grass, the low ground is tough to work on.”
“I’ll help your dad with the transport. Oh, right, we need to hire two more people to help
split the grass…”
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