Chapter 421 421 Earned 10,000!

Chapter 421 421. Earned 10,000!

"The rushes have to be split before they can be dried, and you have to find a handle with a good handle, otherwise they will be damaged..."

When Song Youde thought about hiring so many people, he couldn't help but feel a little numb - how much would it cost!

I couldn't help but ask: "Tantan, I don't know how much this straw mat can be sold for. If there are too many people, the cost will be high... If not, let's cut it by our own family."

Song Tan:? ! ! !

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

"Grandpa, it was easy to see grass of this quality in the past. If you don't cut it back as soon as the weather is good, it will be old tomorrow. It will rain again in two days and there will be no time to dry it... Then you will not have time to regret it!" "

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

I understand the truth, but... I still feel reluctant to let go.

Song Youde muttered: "If I had known that the baking room in the old yard would not be built, I should have built it bigger and spread rushes in it. It can be baked in a few hours, and the color is beautiful..."

This is true.

Generally, when rushes are dried in the sun, they will inevitably lose some color, such as changing from green to light green, gray-green or dull.

And it will take another day or two.

But if you tumble dry it, it only takes four hours. It not only saves time, but also preserves the color and the taste of grass to the maximum extent. It is indeed a more economical method.

But Song Tan became wary: "The roasting house is too big, don't you need the capital? Besides, when grandpa smokes tobacco again next year, you won't think about how you already have such a big roasting house, why not plant two more acres of land?" Tobacco leaves?"

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

He didn't think so originally, but it seemed reasonable to say so...

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It was already past 6 o'clock when we got home, and breakfast had already been prepared. Wu Lei was like a wandering spirit, holding his legs stiffly on the stairs step by step, and it took him a long time to move down.

Without washing her hands, she just took a large piece of rice cake, held it in both hands, and ate it one bite after another.

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

With such a small family, the seventh cousin had to make a three-layered steamer at one time just to have enough food!

Qiaoqiao also came down with sleepy eyes. First he stretched greatly, and then did a few more Tiga's starting poses, and then he rushed into the kitchen with a hum.

But he was a particular child, so he washed his hands and took a bowl of freshly cooked rice porridge first——

"Wow! It smells so good! I want to eat it with sour cowpeas!"

But the porridge was a bit too hot, so I could only slurp it and eat it in small bites.

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

He gestured.

The squirrel is holding an acorn in its two small paws, just like Brother Wu Lei who is holding rice cakes in his two hands.

Qiaoqiao happened to see it through the window once, and after observing it for a while, her description was absolutely accurate.

Wu Lei raised his head and glanced at him, with a resentful expression and an even weaker voice:

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

I have never done any physical work, but after working so suddenly for a few days, not only did the pain in my body not disappear, but there was new pain every day...

For example, this hand is trembling even when it is stretched out in the air.

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

Only then did he sigh: "Wulei, you still haven't exercised enough. Don't worry, when your skin becomes like mine, your hands won't shake anymore."

Qiao Qiao didn't believe what he said - Brother Yan Ping didn't work at all.

Under the early morning sunshine, Zhang Yanping's dark face seemed to be reflected by a layer of bright light.

When Wu Lei saw this, he suddenly felt desperate - if he was like this, would Lili still fall in love with him?

Here, Song Youde was already discussing with Song Sancheng about weaving straw mats at home. Ulan had already taken stock of who was quick at work and good at harvesting rice... and accurately found out the other person's phone number and called them.

Seeing this, Wu Lei quickly walked over with his stiff legs pitifully:

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

This watermelon is so big!

I didn't feel anything when I hugged her at first, but later...it was really a bitter tear.

When Song Sancheng heard this, he couldn't help but feel happy: "Really? Oh, you kid, you are so considerate -"

At the same time, he raised his voice and shouted: "Ulan, Wulan, please invite one less person today. Wu Lei said he can go cut the grass for us -"

Wu Lei:? ! ! !

He instantly remembered the painful time he spent in the rice fields. At this moment, even the big watermelons on the mountain became round and cute, so he quickly waved his hand:

"No, no, no, uncle, I just said that, but actually I still want to help my uncle Zhang! I'll go there in a minute, I'll go in a minute..."

"okay."

Song Sancheng still had some regrets - the cost of hiring someone to cut the grass was quite high. If there was one less person, wouldn't it be another saving?

But Wu Lei, this young man, although he is a bit arrogant, he seems to have performed quite well in the past two days...

He then said with concern: "Leilei, don't be too tired when you go to the mountains to move watermelons. If you are moving twenty or thirty watermelons, just sit there and rest for a while. You don't have to finish it all in one go."

Wu Lei:......

Now he has to take a break after moving a dozen or so...

Then Song Sancheng patted her shoulders twice: "Do a good job! You look strong these two days. You slept well, right? I tell you, living in our village is very healthy. You young people are all sub-healthy in the city. You have to come back to adjust..."

"Oh, by the way, it's summer now, you have to get up early to work, you silly boy... If you get up at 5 o'clock, pack up and go up to do some work, and come back to rest when the sun comes out, isn't it more comfortable than under the scorching sun?"

"You young people still like to sleep in, hahaha..."

Song Tan felt a little embarrassed about this. Did her father say this on purpose?

Wu Lei numbly held the unfinished rice cake in his hand, and felt his heart was broken at this moment.

...

Song Youde looked at the sky: "Oh, I have to hurry back to find some old friends to help me cut grass - Wulan, Tantan said that I should earn money from the straw mats, and I will give you the money I pay for hiring people to work later!"

Wulan also laughed cheerfully: "Okay, Dad, then you have to work hard, my mother earns 100 yuan a day picking tea, and now she has earned 10,000 yuan!"

Song Youde's scalp was tense, and he quickly calculated in his mind - yes, it started in March, 100 yuan a day, and now it's the end of June...

It must be 10,000 yuan!

This old woman never mentioned money when she went home, and she is quite good at hiding it! No wonder she is so energetic carrying a basket every morning!

Humph, look at him making 10,000 yuan from this wave of straw mats...cough, 5,000...well, 3,000 back!

It doesn't hurt today, but I feel dizzy when I turn over in bed, and I can't move my head. It feels like a roller coaster in an amusement park...

Thank you for your concern. I have read it all. Reader Ziyue also gave me many specific methods...

Thank you everyone.

I will try to add an update tonight, but it will be very late. It will be better to read it tomorrow.