Song Jingyun ate two bowls again.
At night, while lying on the bed, Song Jingyun couldn't sleep.
One is because of support.
The second reason is because I still miss the braised pork.
It's really delicious, no matter how you eat it, it's delicious.
Song Jingyun licked his lips, turned sideways, and spoke to Jiang Michia in a low voice, "Should I spear fish tomorrow?"
Could it be that this little son-in-law is addicted to harpooning?
Jiang Michia raised her eyebrows and said, "The fish at home is enough to last for a few days. If you fork too much fish, it will easily go bad. If you make all the fish into salted fish, it will be fine, but the weather is getting hotter and hotter. I'm afraid It won’t taste good either.”
"It's not about eating fish." Song Jingyun shook his head.
"What are you going to do?" Jiang Michia thought for a while, "Sell it for money?"
"Well, sell the money to buy pork." Song Jingyun answered truthfully, "Stew the braised pork and eat it."
Yes, I am craving braised pork.
But she couldn't blame Song Jingyun for being greedy. If possible, she would also like to eat braised pork from time to time.
"It's still some time before the next market. The fish you forked can only be pickled, and it won't be fresh when sold. Moreover, selling fish today didn't go well. Selling it to Fuyun Restaurant was just a coincidence, and it won't last long. If you want to make money, I’m afraid it won’t work just by relying on this.”
Jiang Michia said, "We still have to think of other ways."
"Then do you have any solution?" Song Jingyun asked.
"Let me think about it carefully, and then try it again to see if it works." Jiang Michia yawned as he spoke, "But now, I need to sleep."
Work as the sun rises and rest as the sun sets. When you get up in the morning, the sun rises early, so you get up early. Now Jiang Michia is really sleepy and her eyelids are twitching.
Without enough sleep, her brain won't spin in circles.
"Oh." Song Jingyun lay down again.
But a pair of eyes blinked and blinked for a long time before closing.
After breakfast in the morning, Jiang Mixia saw Jiang Youcheng starting to weave a basket, so she came closer and said, "Dad, although this wattle basket is easy to sell, the selling price is not high. I can't make much money even after working for several days. Since dad has this skill, let’s try to make up something else?”
"What are you making up?" Jiang Youcheng stepped on the thorn sticks and was using all his strength to bend the thorn sticks into the arc of the bottom of the basket in the circular pit on the ground.
"Should we try weaving some bamboo baskets?" Jiang Michia suggested, "I think the bamboo baskets sold in the town are much smaller than our wattle baskets, but the price is not cheap. One costs 30 yuan. Well, a small sewing basket made of bamboo strips costs ten or twenty yuan, which saves more effort than weaving a large wattle basket."
"There is a large bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain at the back of the village. You can cut the bamboo there as you like. Let's go chop some bamboo over and chop it into bamboo strips. We can make some fine things and sell them for more money."
Jiang Youcheng paused for a moment, with hesitation on his face, "It sounds good, but I've been weaving wattle baskets for a few years, and I'm doing rough work. I'm afraid I won't be able to weave something as fine as this."
How well can he do that kind of work with skilled hands?
This answer was within Jiang Michia's expectation.
After doing a fixed job for a long time, you will get used to just staying here and not want to try to do other things. At the same time, you will also have a strong sense of lack of confidence in doing other things because of your own situation.
Especially in such an era of strict hierarchies, the concept of sticking to stereotypes is deeply ingrained, and many people have lost the ideas and abilities to try and break through.
"Dad's wattle basket weaving is so good, and his skills are so good. I think weaving this is out of the question. Besides, let's try it first. If it doesn't work anymore, we won't talk about it."
Jiang Michia smiled and said, "Besides, weaving wattle baskets is a laborious job. We want to help dad a lot, but we can't help him many times. We can't learn even if we want to learn. If we weave bamboo strips, we can also split the bamboo strips. I will also learn the basket weaving craft from my father, and then the whole family will work together, which will always provide more work."
"If it doesn't work out, dad is also weaving this wattle basket first. I'm very strong, so I'll take Jingyun to the back to chop bamboo. I'll try to do it when I get back. If it works well, we can continue working on it, what do you think? "
Yesterday, Jiang Michia also took a look around the town, observed the market conditions, and thought about it based on his own situation.
She doesn't have any skills that can overwhelm the natives of this era, but as a modern person, she has a flexible mind. To make a fortune, she might as well start by combining the skills currently possessed by her family members and slightly modifying them.
"I think what my daughter said is right. Just give it a try first. If you succeed, there will be no loss. If you don't succeed, there will be no loss. The original business is not based on business. At most, it is just more busy. Is this farmer still afraid of being busy?" Liu agreed. road.
Having said that, Jiang Youcheng didn't want to disappoint his daughter, so he just nodded, "Sure, let's try it first."
"Then Jingyun and I will go chop bamboo."
As Jiang Michia spoke, she went to look for a machete and two pieces of strong hemp rope, ready to be used to tie the bamboo later.
My daughter is very strong, and her mind is very clear now. The foot of the back mountain is not far away, so it will be no problem to cut down two bamboos and come back, which is reassuring.
However, Ms. Liu still gave a few words of advice, "Chop two and come back. Don't be greedy for more, and don't go deeper. There are many wild things in the mountains, so don't get hurt."
"Don't worry, mother." Jiang Michia nodded repeatedly and led Song Jingyun out.
Back Mountain is at the northernmost edge of Jiangjiacun, not too far away, only half an hour's walk away.
Speaking of which, this mountain is quite abrupt.
Most of the mountains nearby start to slope gently for a few miles from the foot of the mountain, making them rugged and difficult to walk on.
On the other hand, this mountain is like spring bamboo shoots suddenly popping up from under the ground. There are flat plains all around, and it suddenly rises up to the foot of the mountain.
Moreover, this mountain stretches to the north for dozens of mountains, high and low. It is said that there are all kinds of birds and animals in it. In several nearby villages, there are also people who make a living by hunting in the mountains.
Because the terrain in the mountains is steep and the roads are rugged, no one has walked all the way in the mountains and doesn't know what's going on inside. Therefore, hunters always walk together to avoid accidents.
However, Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun only cut some bamboo on the outside of the mountain and did not go in, so there was no need to worry about safety issues.
The wild bamboos, left unattended and unattended, grew in abundance from the foot of the mountain and towered into the sky in dense masses. Viewed from below, they blocked the sky and made the sun invisible.
Jiang Michia found a few that were straight and strong, picked up the machete and started working.
Song Jingyun also had a machete in his hand, and he followed Jiang Michia's example and chopped off the bottom of the bamboo in front of him.
"Bang!"
The shock of the machete made Song Jingyun's hands numb, and the machete also penetrated into the bamboo, and it took a lot of effort to pull it out.
Another stab and it's still the same.
