Chapter 451 451. Do you want watermelon?
But...10,000?
Maybe you didn’t make the mattress.
She was curious: "Grandpa, how many roots did you braid for me before?"
"There was not enough grass at that time..." Song Youde said casually while tidying up the dried grass in the yard. Said: "I simply braided one layer of your straw mat, and it is relatively narrow, so I only need less than 1,000 straw mats."
Song Tan:...
"What about Qiaoqiao's?"
Song Youde became proud: "Isn't Qiaoqiao's one particularly good? Let me tell you, I estimate that 3,000 of them were used. ! The front and back are evenly knitted! It fits the size of your bed.”
“After the summer is over, clean it and roll it up. Don’t worry, I haven’t knitted it for a long time! If you do this now, what would you call it? "
Look at 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 Knowing that there is such a big meadow, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Look, I have to make another one for you now - what else should I do?”
“I No."
Song Tan shook his head: "Nowadays, the new mattress fits the human body very well. There are no seams under the waist when you lie on it. If you braid 10,000 pieces on top, it will be uneven. "Quickly?"
"Forget it! Your granddaughter, I'm not the kind of person to care about everything. Just make up 2,000 pieces."
Song Youde: ...
He couldn't help laughing in the end: "Look at you, you are so petty, aren't you a fussy person? Okay, okay, I'll make you a 2,000-note one - 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 phones on the bed. Ah, the bed board is too hard, it’s so uncomfortable.”
“Besides, the spring sponges nowadays are all very good, and they also pay attention to spring partitions, and the springs used for each body part are different. , the waist is the waist, the feet are the feet..."
So when choosing a mattress this time, the contemporary mobile phone party all chose the same model.
Ulan and Song Sancheng are 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?
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 if I weave a straw mat for you, I have to chop the grass a little finer."< br>
Song Tan was stunned: "Do you want it to be thinner?"
"Yes." Song Youde picked up the first batch of dried hay and showed it to her: "Look at it, is it still hard in the middle when you touch it like this?" Hard? It’s summer. It’s made like this. It’s tough and won’t break easily.” The uneven areas are definitely easy to break, 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’s just a waste of 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 it more expensively", so he calculated that the grass had already been split. Now, we need to find a few more people to chop the grass again, and there are also people who can rub the grass——
That is to tie these long rushes into bundles and slowly spread them on the stone slab or cement floor. With a lot of rubbing, you have to pick out the uneven colors, otherwise the braiding 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 grow into 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!”
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 so. Crisp... You said that if the fat man fell asleep on his head and suddenly broke it, he stretched out his hand and wiped it, and the bamboo stick pricked his hand-"
"His! "
Light Just thinking about Song Tan can't help but frown:
"Okay."
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:
“You don’t have enough to build a cucumber stand in your vegetable garden?”
"Besides, we can't weave mats, so we can't weave baskets? Let's wait until I free up what I have."
However, Song Youde obviously still has worries in his heart——
"If the straw mats are weaved so carefully, I will definitely not be able to weave one in a day. If I keep going on like this, I'm afraid that summer is over and I won't be able to make much."
When I think of asking someone to cut it, Song Youde regretted spending so much money.
“What are you afraid of?”
Song Tan was open-minded: "It's too late this year, but I'll definitely catch up next year. Grandpa, please be more detailed in your knitting. Nowadays, many people love such detailed handwork and will buy it!"
Cao Du Dui On the ground, Song Youde just sighed. Song Tan was so confident that he couldn't help but laugh...
While the two men were chatting, they heard the sound of a tricycle outside.
The Zhang Wang family came down the mountain with the sun at this moment. When they saw Song Tan, they asked anxiously:
"Tan Tan, I saw that the weather forecast said that it will rain heavily for several days tomorrow. , the watermelons in this field can’t withstand rain! Let’s pick them all this afternoon!”
Normally, watermelons in the growing season are not afraid of this kind of rain, but the problem is that many of the big watermelons in their fields are stuck on the edge of maturity.
If the air pressure drops and the rain hits, it will explode in the ground before anyone can pick it - who can bear this for 20 yuan a pound?
Song Tan:......! ! !
I almost forgot about this. I have been watching the forecast for several days!
“Okay, Uncle Zhang, I’ll tell my family first, and we’ll all go up the mountain to help pick watermelons!”
"Okay."
The Zhang Wang family also rode their tricycles again: "It's not too late for the second harvest of early melons, so don't panic. The main thing is the big watermelons that are ripe now."
Because it was so big, I didn’t plant much at the beginning, but it added up to several acres. It was a laborious task.
And Song Tan thought for a while, and simply called the vegetable seller: "Old Zhao, do you want watermelon?"
It rained heavily, and it was miserable for me to move watermelons in the field... …
(End of this chapter)