309. Eggplant bun and Moutai Liquor_1

Nowadays, the days are getting longer and nights shorter, the sun fiercely hot by 3 o'clock, the green lush sedges laid out on the cement outside soon looked wilted.

Song Youde got up and wandered around before he could no longer hold back a sigh and shook his head, "You all nowadays don't know how to do anything!"

As he spoke, he went over to Seventh Uncle's stove, scooped up two shovelfuls of ash with an iron shovel, and evenly spread it over the sedges.

"You need to do this first; it absorbs the moisture and kills pests so that the sedges dry thoroughly. After that, making straw mats will be less of a hassle."

Song Tan didn't feel the slightest embarrassment, "I've never made straw mats before, how would I know? Grandpa, as long as you know how, that's enough! The family will depend on you for straw mats from now on!"

Song Youde once again proudly curled his lips: