Hua Mi was stewing pork rib soup, clearly not wanting to leave.
She had to go to the RV warehouse later to lay down some straw matting.
There was just too much of it; the rank grass grew more abundant and matured faster and faster.
Now, the maturing speed of the straw matting was almost catching up with the growth rate of oranges.
With so much straw matting, they could only relentlessly clear it out. Behind the RV supermarket, there were not only heaps of straw matting but also mats, hats, shoes, and ropes woven from it by Ye Rong's request.
Those ropes were quite useful—several strands woven into thick ropes that were water-resistant and wouldn't burn or break under friction, so strong that a group of men couldn't snap it even in a tug-of-war.
These ropes could be used to weave into frameworks or tie up supplies.
Even so, Ye Rong said they planned to use the straw matting to build some thatched cottages...
