Song Tan's Notes

Chapter 308 308. Shredded Tobacco Leaves
No, Song Tan watched helplessly as Song Youde squeezed the tobacco leaves tightly, then took out a cutting board and a kitchen knife, and slowly chopped shredded tobacco on it.

This action is done in an unhurried manner, and it is extremely meticulous. The shredded tobacco is cut extremely thin, just like the ones sold in the market.

Song Tan: ...

Qiao Qiao came out of the room to pour a glass of water. Seeing the pile of golden shredded tobacco in front of him, he turned his head and let out a harsh "hum".

Song Youde quickly smiled flatteringly, and then shouted loudly: "Qiaoqiao! Grandpa will weave straw mats for you later, so you can sleep on it tonight."

Song Tan let out a "huh": "Grandpa, you make it up now, and I will let him sleep now!"

Song Youde:  …

He smiled embarrassingly, put down the kitchen knife at this moment, looked at the large bundles of rush grass, and then said truthfully: "The grass hasn't been cleaned up yet, you should find some of them first, and share the grass with me according to the length." Well, I don’t have much shredded tobacco, and I’ll finish cutting it later.”

He planned to smoke it himself, and it was true that he didn't cut much.

At this moment, a large group of tobacco leaves is pressed flat, and it is almost ready to be cut.

Song Tan snorted with a half-smile, then went to the side to tidy up the grass.

Looking at Song Youde again, he seems to be carefully handling his precious treasures, bit by bit, until the entire cutting board is covered with golden and finely shredded tobacco leaves, then he takes out a plastic bag and carefully puts the shredded tobacco in it.

Then he took out his cigarette pot from his back waist, and stuffed the remaining handful of shredded tobacco into the cloth bag hanging under the cigarette pot.

He didn't do anything else, he stuffed a pinch into the cigarette holder first, and the lighter ignited with a "snap", and he sat there puffing away, with an intoxicated expression like a fairy.

Song Tan suddenly softened his heart.

Tobacco is not a good thing, but for her grandfather, it is the only thing that can comfort and soothe the body and mind after heavy farming.

What's more, grandpa is so old...

Well, the tobacco has been grown anyway, so it's pointless to stop it now.

She called Zhang Yanping and Song Sancheng over to help sort the bundles of rushes by length, and asked while sorting, "Do you have to dry them later?"

"Don't worry." Song Sancheng saw that his brothers and sisters were sorting quickly, so he just took out a knife and sat aside to cut the grass in half.

The rush is not thin and long, but rather thick. It is necessary to cut all the grass.

The process is troublesome!
It can be seen from this that Song Youde was just fooling his grandson when he said that Qiao Qiao could sleep tonight.

After all the bundles were packed, it was noon.

During the period, Song Youde finished his cigarette and came to help.

He was more deft and proficient in cutting than Song Sancheng, and soon, the ground was a pile of grass silk.

Only then did he stop: "Move it to the open space outside to dry, and then weave straw mats for my own home. You don't need to tie them up, and just let them dry to make them more transparent."

Song Tan: ...

so troublesome?

No wonder I don’t edit it now, it’s really a lot of work.

However, straw mats are not as cold as bamboo mats, and they can also be used in air-conditioned rooms. If you find time, you have to get a few more handfuls of grass and weave a few more beds.

In this way, if the elderly are reluctant to turn on the air conditioner, it will be more refreshing to sleep on it.

Qiao Qiao's class was over, and now she came out with Xin Jun to help spread the grass evenly to dry, then saw Song Youde, and hurriedly said loudly:
"Grandpa, can I sleep tonight?"

Song Youde:  …

Why does this kid have such a good memory?
……

He pretended to be old and deaf, and went straight to Seventh Cousin:
"Where's your pipe pot?"

Seventh Cousin glanced at him: "I haven't brought it back at home yet."

He was optimistic about Douyin, and then asked Song Tan to help him buy it. It looks almost as beautiful as Song Youde's, but Song Youde's has been used for a long time, and now it is oily and shiny, which is not comparable to his new one.

Song Youde opened his cloth bag containing shredded tobacco like offering a treasure:

"How is it, okay?!"

Then he couldn't wait to propose: "It's still early, why don't you go back and get it? Let me tell you, my tobacco this year—"

He took a deep breath, and now Mosuo was holding his own pipe, the poor old farmer suddenly ran out of words.

After thinking for a long time, I don't know how to describe this tobacco.

In the end, he concluded: "You'll know once you smoke it. That's great!"

Grandpa Qibiao became vigilant:
"What you said... I see that you have been busy for a long time and haven't smoked. Will you be scratching your head?"

Song Youde was taken aback, and wondered, "Don't scratch? I usually like to smoke a few times, and the addiction is not serious."

He then reacted: "What do you mean by that? I don't want to share my good tobacco with you! Don't hold back."

Only then did Seventh Cousin smile embarrassingly.

"I see you describe this strength, it's not like tobacco..."

"It's not like tobacco!" Song Youde glared at him, the two old men looked at each other, and then each snorted.

But Song Tan also interjected: "Grandpa, I planted tobacco for you. We have to go to the hospital for a physical examination this winter."

Last winter, the old man suffered from back pain and went to the hospital for a few days. He thought that he would live there and that he could be reimbursed, so he took another film.

The lungs are shadowed above.

That's it, still smoking!

Song Youde wanted to stubbornly refuse to go, but he would have to rely on his granddaughter next year for his tobacco, so he could only hum a couple of times at this moment: "Just go."

While muttering: "Let me tell you, if you don't check anything, there will be nothing wrong, and if you check it, everything will go wrong. You young people just have money and no place to spend it..."

But in the end he didn't dare to resist, turned his head to look at the sky, and brought out a large bundle of tobacco leaves from the house:

"Xiao Zhu got two bottles of such good Moutai last time, we have to return the gift. I will cut two catties of shredded tobacco for their family."

This is strange.

Song Tan was curious: "There are only 200 catties of tobacco leaves in total, don't you feel bad?"

Song Youde glanced at her proudly: "Why do I feel sorry for you? You silly girl, do you know how long I can smoke with 200 catties of tobacco leaves?"

He picked up his pipe pot, ready to speak with data, but after thinking about it, he only smoked a handful this time, and he really didn't have much data to talk about.

Simply change the example: "This shredded tobacco is used to roll cigarettes. One catty of shredded tobacco can roll 600 cigarettes. How many cigarettes do you think it is? I will give two catties of shredded tobacco, which is not shabby."

In the past, the tobacco in the two subdivisions of land was grown casually, and the output was almost enough for my family for a year or two.

Who knew that Tantan was a kind, good guy, it was doubled several times, and now it seems to be quite rewarding.

Song Tan was a little surprised: "A catty of shredded tobacco can roll 600 sticks? Then your 200 catties of shredded tobacco is quite a lot!"

Song Youde became vigilant: "Not many."

"Doesn't this tobacco leaf have to be pulled off its stem? This is going to fall off the scale again."

"Your seventh cousin and I will also smoke, and I will cut two catties for Xiao Zhu, not too much, not too much..."

The old man took a close look at the baby.

Song Tan just said that, seeing how his grandfather built a barn for these tobacco leaves, he knew how precious he was.

However, the barn was not wasted, and now it has been slightly modified inside, and it has become a simple toilet.

After all, the house is going to be built in summer, and it's useless to keep it, so let's make it easier for everyone first!
　good night.

　　There is a machine for cutting shredded tobacco, and we will arrange it next.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)