But... 10,000 strands?
That's not a mattress you're weaving, is it?
She was curious, "Grandpa, how many strands did you weave for the one you made for me before?"
"At that time, there wasn't enough grass..." Song Youde was tidying up the yard with the sun-dried grass, speaking in a casual tone: "Your grass mat, I just weaved a single layer, and it was narrower too, didn't even use 1,000 strands."
Song Tan: ...
"And Qiaoqiao's?"
Song Youde started to boast, "Isn't Qiaoqiao's especially nice? Let me tell you, I reckon it used 3,000 strands! Woven evenly on both sides! Tailored to the size of your beds."
"Once summer is over, wash it, dry it, roll it up, and it can be used for many years! Don't think I haven't woven these in a long time, now that I'm doing it again, what's that called? The old blade is still sharp!"
Look how proud the little old man is!
So Song Tan put on a stern face, "Grandpa, you're favoring others way too blatantly."
