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"The bulrush needs to be split open to dry, and we need someone skilled for that task, otherwise it'll get ruined..."
Song Youde thought about having to hire so many people and couldn't help feeling overwhelmed—how much would the wages be!
He couldn't resist asking, "Tantan, we still don't know how much the straw mats will sell for, hiring so many people makes the costs soar... Let's just have our own family members do the harvesting."
Song Tan: ?!!!
"No!" She quickly refused, handing over a freshly cut bulrush to Song Youde to take another look:
"Grandpa, the quality of this grass, we wouldn't see this in normal years. We must hurry and harvest it while the weather is good, otherwise, it'll age by tomorrow, and if it rains in a couple of days, we won't have time to dry it... By then you'll regret it too late!"
"When could our own family possibly find the time to do this?"
He understood the reasoning, but... it was still hard to let go of the money.
