Chapter 384: Rush Grass Arrangements

Now, in the dead of night, with such a large, unpolished depression, it was very easy for Song Tan to use some methods.

But no rush.

She opened her phone and Baidu-ed the average yield of rush grass and what the most suitable length state was for daily use... only then did she calmly reach out her hand.

After all, she had never grown this stuff before!

Moonlight fell quietly from the sky, the surrounding galaxy flickering in and out of view; the summer night sky was so quiet it felt intoxicating.

And in this gentle breeze, the rush grass in the fields was growing rapidly.

Long roots silently meandered through the soil, absorbing nutrients along intricate veins.

A substance in the air that no one could name supported their leaves, making them greener and covered in tiny, condensed dewdrops.

When the night wind blew, they swayed and chimed as drops fell.

The spiritual energy soaked silently into the land and the air; even though the soil's fertility wasn't being overdrawn, it caused tender shoots to sprout in the sparse areas.

Then they began to twitch and grow...

Until a dark cloud slowly covered a corner of the moon, Song Tan slowly withdrew her hand and opened her eyes.

Before her was a lush, green field of grass; the sturdy rush grass was long and short, a wild, uneven, and thriving sight.

But that deep green color, along with the unique scent of fresh grass, was enough to make one feel waves of coolness even in this summer night.

She breathed a sigh of relief and began to head back.

While crossing the mountains, Song Tan couldn't help but ponder: with the place becoming so big, the family couldn't afford to keep dozens of dogs, so surveillance cameras would have to be installed.

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Tsk. Money.

When she first came back, she thought growing a little bit for the family to eat and making a little extra money would be enough.

Later, she realized: oh, I made money, but I'm tired, I need to earn back the money for hiring people.

Later still, after being full, she wanted to eat even better...

In the dead of night, she felt her own greed... well, she couldn't be blamed for that, right? Who told her there were so many delicious things!

The next morning, before breakfast, Song Song Youde hurriedly rode his electric scooter and called for Song Tan to sit on the noble back seat.

They sped along, following small paths over hills, then used bamboo poles and sickles to push aside the messy shrubs and weeds blocking the road, finally seeing the green depression at the foot of the mountain.

Deep and shallow puddles were hidden in the grass; the experienced old farmer didn't dare step in easily, but he used his bamboo pole to poke around, looking at the dense, long, green rush grass, his eyebrows and eyes overflowing with impatience:

"How come we haven't discovered such a good place for so many years? Look at this grass, it's grown so well!"

He looked at the sky—

"The forecast says it's going to rain in two days, so we have to harvest quickly! Otherwise, with too much rain, it's easy to get black spots or diseases."

Then he pulled some rush grass to his side to look: "Look at this, it's a good thing I'm not as dawdling as you; it's already grown enough, if we let it sun for two more days, it'll easily turn old and yellow!"

"By then, the color won't look good when we weave the mats."

Every word boiled down to one thing: hurry, hurry, hurry!

Song Tan:...

She sighed: "Alright, let's go back now and see who can help us harvest the grass, okay?"

"Let's go, let's go!"

Song Song Youde didn't look back and immediately got on his electric scooter: "We have to hurry, I estimate there are two mu of land, let's try to finish harvesting in one day!"

"We need to hire a few more people!"

The old man's abacus was clicking away in his head: "Harvest and dry it today, dry it for another day tomorrow, and one more day the day after, and it'll be about right."

The forecast said it would be cloudy and rainy the day after tomorrow; he didn't know if it would actually rain, but they definitely had to get it sorted out first—

"If it rains, it doesn't matter, I'll just weave mats at home, it'll be perfect!"

The old man imagined the future and couldn't help but hum a tune, his eyebrows and eyes full of joy.

But soon, he turned his head and asked a fatal question:

"By the way, Tan Tan, how much are we selling these mats for? I'm not doing it if it's cheap!"

He remembered the mat Song Tan bought when she was in high school boarding; it was 10 yuan each. If the mats he wove were 10 yuan each, the old man would never agree to it.

Song Tan had a number in mind.

"Don't worry, don't worry, let's wait until we've all slept on them and felt them before setting the price. Rest assured, it definitely won't be cheap."

Song Song Youde was shocked: "Why do you still need them? Didn't I weave some for you all when I wove them for Song Qiao Song Qiao?"

"You still have the nerve to say that!"

Song Tan looked at the old man's back: "Grandpa, you can't be biased! Song Qiao Song Qiao's is a full-sized mat, fine and sturdy, but when it's our turn, it's only a meter wide!"

And it was clearly woven more sparsely and thinly than Song Qiao Song Qiao's.

If Song Qiao Song Qiao's was "tight enough to keep out the wind," theirs were so sparse you could see light through them, and they were thin and narrow, only enough for one person to lie on without turning over...

Hmph, not lying on it!

"We'll just use the old coarse cloth!"

"Can you blame me?" The old man was also full of reasons: "You only cut two handfuls of rush grass, and you didn't say there was more here earlier, I thought that was all there was in the village! I had to be stingy to barely finish weaving a few beds, and I didn't use my brain? And you're still not happy..."

Song Tan:...

"I don't care!" She started being unreasonable: "Anyway, there's so much grass here, and it's a good place I discovered, you have to weave me a good one first."

Song Song Youde was reluctant: "Weaving one for each of you, summer will be over, we won't even be able to make money..."

Look, it's almost July, working non-stop is only enough to weave one big one, time is so tight!

Song Tan opened her mouth, just about to say something, when she heard Song Song Youde suddenly perk up again:

"But don't worry, those guys I used to play cards with are all experts at weaving mats and bamboo baskets—hey, do you want bamboo mats too? Let's weave them together?"

"Later I'll call them to the house, give them the grass, and for every mat they weave, I'll pay them..."

How much to pay?

Song Song Youde thought about paying money and felt reluctant.

But for old friends, 10 yuan wasn't great; it was too cheap, and no one would work hard.

But if he paid too much, what if the mats only sold for thirty or fifty? What would he earn?

Song Tan:... It was clear that the potential of a capitalist was engraved in the bones of the Song family.

She smiled with relief: "Weave them all, weave them all, Grandpa, don't think so much for now, hurry up, let's go back for breakfast! And call people while you're at it."

"Otherwise, when the sun comes out, it won't be easy to work."

"Right!"

The old man instantly forgot the price he was calculating and started pondering to himself: "To harvest the grass, we need at least five or six people; the depression isn't easy to work in."

"You and your dad are responsible for transporting. Oh right, we also need to hire two more people to help me split the grass..." ===== CHAPTER 388 =====