Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 456 - Chapter 456 456. Agent and supplier_1

Chapter 456: 456. Agent and supplier_1 Chapter 456: 456. Agent and supplier_1 This rain really came down as the weather forecast had predicted, pouring for a full three days.

Luckily, on the morning of the fourth day, the sunlight once again spilled successfully.

Song Tan got up early and now rushed to the edge of the fields to see the two paddies nearly submerged in water and looked at the mud gradually settling below, then nodded to the old man Li beside him, his face full of expectation, “I think it’s just perfect!”

“Indeed!”

Old man Li was also overjoyed, “We can start transplanting rice now. Hurry and find some people, the day is too hot, one morning and one evening, let’s strive to get it done today.”

“Alright.”

During the days of rain, everyone had been busy; they had already planned what to do, and naturally, it was still Song Sancheng and Wu Lan who were in charge of finding people.

Yet Qiaoqiao was already fully equipped, carrying a basket and holding a sickle, looking bold and imposing as he prepared to head to the back mountain.

Wu Lei looked at his retreating figure, his eyes full of envy–because not only could he not go cut the sorghum, but he also had to follow Uncle Zhang to check on the watermelons in the field.

With three days of heavy rain, it wouldn’t be surprising if some watermelons had split open, putting on a show of carrying and hauling…

He sighed, thinking that maybe this was his fate! If not on the construction site, then in the fields.

And as Qiaoqiao was about to set foot on the road to the back mountain, he suddenly turned around and jogged over to Song Tan:

“Sister, grandpa said, when dad was young he really loved to eat sorghum stalks, as sweet as sugarcane. I’ll go try them first, hahaha, I’ll definitely bring you the sweetest sorghum stalks for lunch!”

Song Tan: …

Although somewhat moved, the Qiaoqiao of today was no longer the simple Qiaoqiao of the past.

“So… Qiaoqiao, you’re so well-behaved? Do you want to buy an Ultraman?”

She asked.

But she saw Qiaoqiao shake his head, “Next year, I want to plant as much corn as rice, invite my little friends to a ‘class meeting’, and pick corn together, okay?”

There was so much space on the mountain, planting two acres of corn wasn’t impossible… but inviting little friends to a ‘class meeting’ to pick corn…

Song Tan thought about it and felt it was very capitalist.

So she spoke seriously, “I can’t be sure right now, but if all conditions are met, I’ll agree to it.”

“Great!” Qiaoqiao nodded obediently, not even asking what the conditions were–after all, adults always have their reasons.

So he too held his head high, “I’m off to cut sorghum!”

Behind him, Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping also followed, with the former purely going to broaden his knowledge, while the latter, with a phone and a tripod, was ready to live stream for the kids again and also capture some close-ups of the sorghum to add to their resource library.

After all, the online store occasionally needed to post new things; they needed pictures for that, right?

Meanwhile, Wu Lan was wearing rain boots, her waist wrapped in a long piece of plastic cloth, and, along with grandma, also hurried up the mountain with a basket.

Seeing this, Song Tan advised, “It’s just rained, and only one night has passed, the tea plantation must be full of water, and when the dew soaks your clothes…”

“You child, what are we afraid of with our constitution? Which year of tea picking didn’t start with so much dew in the early morning?”

Wu Lan was impatient, “Three days without tea picking, plus the rain, who knows how vigorously the tea has grown–go on, off you play.”

Song Tan: …

As the business expanded and more people were hired, the house was busy indeed, but not as frantic and flustered as before, and not tiring either.

But to say they had become idle–no chance!

Whether it was her parents or grandparents, and even now her wheelchair-bound grandfather, every one of them was the type who couldn’t sit still.

Seeing that she was the only idle one left in the house, Song Tan simply slipped away and ran back to her grandfather’s place.

Song Youde had been weaving grass mats intensively over the past few days and now had three of different sizes in front of him: 1.5 meters, 1.8 meters, and 2 meters.

The 1.5-meter one was woven by him alone, while the 1.8 and 2 meters were made with the help of Tantan’s grandpa and Wang Lifan as assistants, which made the work much more efficient.

Moreover, he had been working for more than just 8 hours a day!

As a result, it was clear that a great deal of effort had gone into each grass mat–but the final product was particularly pleasing.

This year’s rush grass was peculiar for some reason; usually, after sun-drying, it’s either gray-green or yellow-green, with most being straw-like golden or dry yellow.

But the strands of grass in his hands were emerald green, looking cool even in the scorching heat.

Not to mention that once woven, they were flexible and resilient, rolling up into a very thin bundle, and when spread out again over the bed, just one glance seemed to dispel all the heat from one’s heart.

These past few days, Song Youde had been admiring his work from all angles, thinking his craftsmanship had reached its peak and felt extremely proud of himself.

Now seeing Song Tan arrive, he quickly pulled her over to show off:

“Quick! Take a look, the grass mat your grandpa has made isn’t bad, right? What do you think we should price it at? Tsk tsk tsk… Ah, truly wonderful!”

Without even trying it out, Song Tan already knew the efficacy of the grass mat.

Spiritual Energy had the ability to enhance the properties of plants, and with rush grass being cool, sleep-inducing, and dampness-reducing, such a treasures was no less desirable than high-quality silk in the summer.

She pondered for a moment, “Well, grandpa, for one grass mat you weave, I’ll pay 300, 400, and 500 respectively.”

“As for how much I sell it for…”

Song Tan thought to herself that if she didn’t sell them for 999 each, she would be doing a disservice to the effort she put in to stimulate the growth of the rush grass late at night!

“You don’t need to worry about how much I sell them for!”

Song Youde was taken aback, “Didn’t we agree that you’d help me sell them?”

“Yes, we did!”

Song Tan nodded, “We did agree initially, but then I thought it over, the land is mine, the grass is mine, I paid for the labor upfront, and I’m also helping you sell–”

“What am I gaining from this?”

Oh no.

Song Youde was at a loss for words.

“You are still my own granddaughter!” he protested in a huffy tone: “Are you really counting pennies with your own granddad?”

Song Tan cleared her throat and stood confidently, “Even brothers settle accounts clearly, there’s no shame in that–and besides, are we going to plant grass there next year?”

“If we aren’t, I’ll have the excavators dig it up and redevelop the pond.”

Song Youde hastily interjected, “How many ponds do you need? There’s already quite a large pond, why dig more–okay, okay, okay! Three hundred it is!”

“It’s just…”

He was upset but a bit embarrassed, “You pay me three to five hundred, but the deal I had with the villagers was for fifty–how is that fair?”

“What’s the problem?”

Song Tan was not at all flustered:

“Grandpa, it’s because of your blood relationship with me that you’ve become a level-one distributor and have access to this batch of rush grass. If your downline gets a bit less, isn’t that normal?”

“If you really feel bad about it, then add another ten or twenty per mat.”

After all, such quality required helping hands all day long to produce even one mat; it wasn’t easy.

She was frugal, but that was just when she was selling. When it came to hiring local folks, especially seniors with no income, skimping on payments would not be a good look.

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