Chapter 391: Plans for weaving grass mats

Grandma also laughed out loud:

"Oh my, our Qiao Qiao is so good at talking! But your Brother Yanping looks like he's good to look at but not to use. What if he tricks a girl over and she finds out he's lazy?"

Zhang Yanping held the watermelon, only wanting to sigh at this moment.

How should he put it? Today, he couldn't pass this hurdle.

Fortunately, the watermelon saved him in the end—

Grandma ate this watermelon and couldn't help but eat several more bites: "Tan Tan, this watermelon you planted is still delicious. I couldn't help but eat too much of the ones you sent last time."

"Your grandfather is the same; I didn't let him eat too much, but he insisted on holding it and wouldn't let go. Later, we bought a few more, and none of them tasted like this."

Song Tan laughed: "This is a new variety, cultivated with special nutrient solution. Grandma, if you live at my house, you can eat it whenever you want."

"I know," Grandma could now watch some short videos: "Everything is high-tech now, what new varieties. I brushed Tremolo that day, and some people were cultivating what egg fruit on trees—I looked at it, and it was eighty or ninety yuan a jin!"

Song Tan:... Grandma, what you said was a scam, and it's not the same thing as ours.

But how to explain it?

She couldn't speak either.

Grandma was old after all, and this melon was cold, so Song Tan didn't dare to let them eat too much. Each person ate two pieces, and the rest was wrapped in plastic wrap and stuffed back into the refrigerator.

Only then did Grandma react:

"Where are the others?"

Qiao Qiao thought for a moment: "Mom went to the field to pick vegetables, saying she wanted to make a good meal at noon. Seventh Cousin went to the back mountain, saying he wanted to pick a tender pumpkin and come back to stir-fry it at noon..."

"Dad and Grandpa are now cutting grass, drying it, and splitting it, and haven't come back yet. Grandma went to pick tea in the morning and is helping now... and Brother Wang Wang, he is helping to pick watermelons on the mountain, and now he has to pick many watermelons every day!"

Qiao Qiao finished speaking in one breath, and only then did he find in surprise: "Wow! We have so many people in our family!"

Such hot weather...

Grandma couldn't help but look up at the sun outside, and Song Tan hurriedly comforted her: "It's okay, Brother Wang Wang wears a hat, and there are many places in my peach forest that are shaded, so there isn't that much sunlight."

Actually, it was hot, and everyone wasn't working at this moment.

It was just that Wang Wang thought too much, afraid that there would be new work arrangements when he came back, so he simply shrank on the mountain and didn't move.

However, after all, he was a grandson who grew up in front of her. Grandma still felt a bit distressed, but she knew that Wang Wang was unreliable in doing things and was sent over specifically, so she couldn't ask too much, so she had to change the subject again:

"Tan Tan, how do you sell these melons? Do you have to sell so many melons a day?"

"Do you drive it to the city to sell it yourself?"

"No." Song Tan explained with a smile.

Originally, she drove to the city to sell it herself according to the mobile phone orders. However, it was hot, and moving it back and forth was tiring, so this job was simply given to the vegetable vendor, Old Zhao.

But this time, there was no money; he was given 3 big watermelons for one delivery, regardless of whether he sold them or ate them himself.

3 big watermelons could sell for more than a thousand yuan, and the commission was truly high!

But for Song Tan—there were too many watermelons at home!

Just this, Old Zhao, who was nourished by his current happy life, wasn't very happy at first!

Until he heard that watermelons were being sent, he reluctantly agreed—not to mention anything else, if he didn't do this job, he would have to spend several hundred yuan buying watermelons himself every day!

Now that he had accepted this job of selling on behalf, it was just driving the car for one more trip, and when the goods arrived, he didn't even have to unload the car, just giving them out on the spot.

Three big watermelons, he could sell two, and cut the remaining big one into a few slices; his parents and parents-in-law wouldn't be left out, and everyone was happy.

Old Zhao's abacus beads were clattering, but he had no intention of making it big.

Actually, if the watermelons were wholesaled to others, even twenty yuan a jin would have people fighting for them, and it wasn't impossible for Song Tan to add a few more watermelons.

After all, the quality of these watermelons could do a lot in the high-end market.

But, first, the family's trademark and so on hadn't been completed, and the brand wasn't ready to be launched.

Wholesaling to others was certainly possible to get more money, but it was hard to guarantee that others wouldn't be blinded by greed, whether it was sky-high prices or replacing good with bad, which would easily ruin the reputation.

Choosing Old Zhao was because he was now lazy from enjoying life, so he wouldn't do anything like replacing good with bad.

Now Old Zhao came to pull vegetables on the morning of the first day and pull watermelons on the afternoon of the second day; he had work to do every day, and his schedule was full!

Grandma listened in a daze, only knowing that her big grandson was now responsible for helping people load watermelons onto the truck...

Tan Tan said there were only a few hundred melons a day, and she pondered that this wouldn't be too hard, so let him do it.

However, there was another thing that aroused her curiosity.

"Qiao Qiao, what did you just say about cutting grass?"

Grandma was curious: "Are you pulling grass in the garden in this hot weather?"

"No." Qiao Qiao shook his head: "There is a field in the new land my sister rented, full of rush grass. Grandpa said he would hire people to cut it back and weave grass mats, which can earn money."

Oh my.

Grandma and Grandfather were also extremely envious:

"Your grandpa has such good spirit. This should also sell for a lot of money, right?"

Song Tan smiled: "It will definitely earn some."

"But Grandma, don't worry, you and Grandfather. Grandpa said he would bring two bundles of grass over later, and you can weave a grass mat for yourselves at home."

"If you still have the energy, you can help him weave. He hires people to weave grass mats, and he pays wages for weaving one mat!"

"What wages?"

Grandfather shook his head: "This is just a matter of helping out; it's not tiring."

"That won't do."

Song Tan hurriedly shook her head. If you want to weave grass mats meticulously, you can only weave one mat a day, and it's not that easy.

However, for Grandfather, this was the best job, and it wouldn't do not to take money.

Moreover...

"It's estimated that there are more than ten thousand jin of grass, and there will be quite a lot after drying. Whether you want money or not, Grandpa will be embarrassed to pay others wages."

She whispered: "You guys do it first. If it sells well, I will expand the scale next year. By then, Grandfather can earn money at home, how good is that!"

Oh my! Can it really sell?

Grandma and Grandfather were both happy.

Just... the two old people had lived in the countryside all their lives, and their savings were all saved from between their teeth. Now, their retirement money was only a few tens of thousands in total.

But now, going to the hospital for an illness costs a lot of money, and it wasn't that they hadn't heard of disputes in the village because of retirement and hospitalization...

Money, it was a person's courage.

If they could earn money and save money, would they still be afraid of adding trouble to their children when they couldn't work later?

No need!

Besides, people who work every day at home, if they really came and did nothing, they wouldn't feel comfortable in their hearts; having some work to do in their hands would instead be comfortable. ===== CHAPTER 392 =====