Chapter 420: Agents and Suppliers

This rain, as the weather forecast said, lasted for three whole days.

Fortunately, on the morning of the fourth day, the sunlight shone down once again.

Song Tan got up early and ran to the edge of the field to look at the two paddy fields that were almost submerged to the ridges, then looked at the mud gradually settling at the bottom, and nodded to Old Man Li, who was looking expectant beside her: "I think it's just right!"

"Indeed!"

Old Man Li was also overjoyed: "We can transplant rice now. Hurry up and find someone; it's too hot, morning and evening, try to finish it today."

"Okay."

After a few days of rain, everyone hadn't been idle, and everything that needed to be done had been planned; naturally, Song Sancheng and Wu Lan were still the ones to contact people.

But Qiao Qiao was already fully armed, carrying a basket and holding a sickle, ready to head to the back mountain with high spirits.

Wu Lei looked at his back, his eyes full of envy—because not only could he not go cut sorghum, but he also had to follow Uncle Zhang to the watermelon field to check the watermelons.

Three days of heavy rain, there was no guarantee that watermelons wouldn't crack in the field, just carrying and moving them...

He sighed: This might be his fate! If not at the construction site, then in the field.

And when Qiao Qiao was about to step onto the road to the back mountain, he suddenly turned around and trotted all the way to Song Tan:

"Sister, Grandpa said that Dad loved eating sorghum stalks when he was a child; they were sweet like sugarcane. I'll go taste them first, hahaha, I'll definitely bring you the sweetest sorghum stalks at noon!"

Song Tan:...

Although a bit touched, Qiao Qiao today wasn't the simple Qiao Qiao of the past.

"Then... Qiao Qiao is so well-behaved? Do you want to buy an Ultraman?"

She asked.

Instead, she saw Qiao Qiao shake his head: "Next year I want to plant as much corn as rice, and invite my little friends to a class reunion to break corn together, okay?"

With such a large place on the mountain, planting two acres of corn wasn't impossible... but inviting little friends to a class reunion to break corn...

Song Tan thought about it and felt like a capitalist.

She then said solemnly: "It's not certain yet, but if all the conditions are met, I'll agree."

"Okay!" Qiao Qiao nodded obediently, not asking what the conditions were—anyway, adults always have their reasons for doing things.

He then held his head high: "I'm going to cut sorghum!"

Behind him, Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping followed; the former was purely to broaden his knowledge, while the latter held his phone and stand, ready to give the little friends another livestream, and by the way, take some close-ups of the sorghum to fill their database.

After all, when the online shop occasionally lists new things, there must be pictures, right?

And at this time, Wu Lan, wearing rain boots and a long piece of plastic cloth around her waist, hurried up the mountain with Grandma, also carrying baskets.

Seeing this, Song Tan couldn't help but advise: "It just rained, and only one night has passed; the tea fields must have a lot of water, and the dew will soak your clothes..."

"You child, what are we afraid of with our physique? Which year hasn't there been so much dew when picking tea early in the morning?"

Wu Lan was impatient: "Three days without picking tea, and it rained; I don't know how lush the tea leaves have grown—go, go play somewhere else."

Song Tan:...

The stall had been laid out, and more and more people had been hired; if the family was busy, it really didn't look as rushed as before, and it wasn't tiring.

But if you say it's idle—damn!

Whether it was her parents, grandparents, or her maternal grandfather who was now in a wheelchair, everyone had a personality that couldn't be idle.

Seeing that she was the only idle person left in the family, Song Tan simply strolled over to Grandpa's place.

Song Youde had been obsessed with weaving straw mats for the past two days, and now there were three mats of different sizes in front of him, 1.5m/1.8m/2m respectively.

The 1.5m one was woven by himself, while the 1.8m and 2m ones were woven while Tan Tan's maternal grandfather and Wang Lifen were helping him, which was why they were efficient.

Moreover, he worked more than 8 hours a day!

It can be seen that the effort put into this straw mat was truly significant—but the finished product was also exceptionally pleasing.

I don't know what's going on with this year's rushes; logically, after being dried, they should always be grayish-green or yellowish-green, but more often than not, they are golden-yellow or withered-yellow like straw.

But the grass leaves in his hands were silky and jade-like, and in the hot weather, they looked refreshing.

Not to mention that after weaving, it was flexible and elastic; it could be rolled into a very thin roll with a light roll, and when spread out again on the bed, just one glance seemed to dissipate the heat in people's hearts.

Song Youde had been looking at it left and right for the past two days, feeling that his craftsmanship had reached its peak, and was very proud of himself.

Seeing Song Tan come, he hurriedly pulled her over to show off:

"Quick! Look, the straw mat your grandpa wove is good, right! Tell me, what price should we set for this? Tsk tsk tsk... oh my, it's really good!"

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No need to try; Song Tan knew the efficacy of this straw mat.

Spiritual energy itself can amplify the characteristics of plants, and rushes are cooling, sleep-inducing, and heat-reducing. Such good things are not a bit inferior to top-grade silk in the summer.

She pondered for a moment: "How about this, Grandpa, you weave a straw mat, and I'll buy it for 300, 400, and 500 respectively."

"As for how much I sell it for..."

Song Tan thought to herself, if she doesn't sell this batch for 999, it wouldn't be worth the hard work she put into forcing the rushes to grow late at night!

"Don't worry about how much I sell it for!"

Song Youde was stunned: "Didn't we agree at the beginning that you would help me sell it?"

"Yes!"

Song Tan nodded: "We agreed at the beginning, but I thought about it later; the land is mine, the grass is mine, and the money to hire workers is all paid by me first, and I'm still helping you sell it—"

"What am I aiming for?"

Ah, this.

Song Youde was also stuck.

"You're still my own granddaughter!" He complained grumpily: "Are you calculating so precisely with your own grandpa?"

Song Tan cleared her throat, hands behind her back: "Close brothers settle accounts clearly; it's not shameful—besides, will we plant grass in that meadow next year?"

"If we don't plant it, I'll just let the excavator dig it up and renovate the pond."

Song Youde hurriedly stopped her: "How many ponds do you want? There's already such a big pond, and you're still digging—okay, okay! Three hundred is three hundred!"

"It's just..."

After being angry, he was a bit embarrassed: "You give me 300 to 500 for labor, and I talked to the village about 50 before—isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with this?"

Song Tan wasn't panicked at all:

"Grandpa, you are only able to become a first-level agent and get the supply of this batch of rushes because of our blood relationship—isn't it normal for your downline to get a little less?"

"If you really feel bad, just raise it by ten or twenty yuan per mat."

After all, with this quality, it takes someone helping all day to produce one mat, which is also not easy.

She is stingy, that's her stinginess when selling things, but hiring people from her hometown, especially these elderly people with no income, if she is still stingy, what does it look like? ===== CHAPTER 421 =====