Jiang Michia was suddenly shocked.
This little son-in-law had previously been thinking about traveling back in time. Could it be that he couldn't think of doing something extreme?
Or the little son-in-law felt that the family was too poor and ran away...
While thinking wildly, Jiang Michia vaguely heard a hissing sound.
It seemed to be coming from the courtyard.
Get out of bed, put on your shoes, and get out of the house.
Jiang Michia saw someone sitting on a small bench in the yard, holding bamboo slices in one hand and a machete in the other, cutting bamboo strips quickly and skillfully.
It is his son-in-law Song Jingyun.
Jiang Michia was stunned for a moment.
The night was dark and slightly cold, and the little husband-in-law, who was originally thin and frail, looked a little desolate working alone in the yard.
Especially at this time, his face was solemn, adding a sense of solemnity.
My little brother-in-law stayed up most of the night and was still working...
Is it because his family is too poor and he wants to help the family earn some money as soon as possible, or is it because she has scared him before, which makes the son-in-law fearful, so he wants to try his best to please the family?
Regardless of the reason, Jiang Michia felt uncomfortable at this time.
Rubbing his sore eyes, Jiang Michia wanted to tell Song Jingyun to go back and rest early.
But as soon as his footsteps entered the courtyard, he seemed to be muttering something.
Jiang Michia heard clearly after frowning and approaching.
"One piece of braised pork, two pieces of braised pork, three pieces of braised pork..."
Put down the sliced bamboo strips in your hand and replace it with a new bamboo slice.
"One piece of fried tofu, two pieces of fried tofu..."
Jiang Michia, "..."
Are you working hard here just to be able to eat braised pork and fried tofu?
It’s really ambitious...
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Busy few days.
Chopping bamboo, sawing bamboo, splitting bamboo slices, cutting bamboo strips, weaving bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets...
When it was time for the market on the tenth day of the lunar month, Jiang Youcheng, Jiang Michia, and Song Jingyun took the knitted things and transported them to the town.
The ride was still Jiang San’s ox cart.
Three people, plus various bulky baskets and baskets tied with hemp ropes, almost filled the oxcart.
"Good guy!" Jiang San saw this and exclaimed, "You are really good at your job. You have made up so many in the past few days. If you sell them all in the town, you will get a lot of money."
"Okay, I think I'll have to charge you a little more for the car today, and I'll have to take some advantage from you."
"You must take advantage of it." Jiang Youcheng grinned and just took the copper coins from the money bag.
Bai San found a few more.
The final fare was four cents.
As usual, I went to West Street to set up a stall, and there were still some familiar faces around me.
"The one I'm holding today is a woven bamboo basket. It looks pretty good, so it should be easy to sell."
"Commonly used items can probably be sold as long as the asking price is not high."
"Business is booming..."
Different from the strange atmosphere last time, this time it was all warm and friendly greetings.
After all, the business at the last market was really poor. If the business is not good this time, it will be hard to explain when I go back, and my life will be sad.
You still have to believe in things like metaphysics. If it is useful, you still can't get along with money.
Although if this is the case, it feels a little bit embarrassing.
After all, the last time I laughed at someone, I said that, but this time I said these words, it was a bit of a rush to please.
However, it’s all about money, no shame...
Several people spoke in a cryptic manner, and then looked at each other. They understood each other and did not feel embarrassed.
Don't reach out to hit the smiling person. They were the ones who were embarrassed in the last incident. Besides, they couldn't be hit by eight poles. They didn't have much interaction with them on weekdays. Jiang Youcheng and Jiang Michia didn't bother to talk too much to them, nor did they do much. In response, just lay things out and prepare them for sale.
Commonly used things, such as bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, etc., are also prone to wear and tear, and not everyone can make them. What's more, the things here are very complete.
As Jiang Youcheng shouted, many people came to pick and buy things.
The middle bamboo basket costs 23 ren, the smaller bamboo basket costs 20 ren, and the more laborious bamboo basket costs 27 ren.
The overall price is quite fair.
This is also Jiang Michia's idea. This kind of thing, which is crude in any case, is not particularly delicate in its original production. It makes small profits but quick turnover. As the volume increases, the money it makes becomes more.
And this idea obviously worked very well. In a short time, three bamboo baskets, two bamboo baskets, and one bamboo basket were sold.
When the sun rose, everything that had been set up in a large stall had been sold, leaving only the last two bamboo baskets.
The originally empty money bag became bulging, and Jiang Youcheng grinned almost to the base of his ears.
The business of the people around me is also good, at least better than expected.
"Don't say it, it's of some use."
"It looks like God is watching from the sky."
"The more you accumulate virtue, the more you can avoid damaging your wealth."
"Why do I look at it, it seems that I have some luck with his family..."
A group of people whispered, but they also felt that what the last person said was a bit exaggerated.
So many people are doing well in business. If his family is really lucky, how lucky is his family?
But it doesn't matter whether you have great luck or not. If it matters, just say more flattering words and put them to some use, that's enough.
Jiang Youcheng and Jiang Michia were busy selling things and didn't care what others were saying. Instead, they were discussing with Song Jingyun about cutting the meat back at noon.
Want to eat braised pork!
Big chunks, enjoyable to eat.
Song Jingyun's idea is very clear.
"Okay, you've enjoyed it!" Jiang Youcheng patted his chest boldly, and the money bag in his arms made a clattering sound, "I'll go after these two bamboo baskets are sold."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man stood in front of Jiang Youcheng, "How do you sell this bamboo basket?"
"Twenty-three cents each. If you don't bargain, there are only two left. If you can take both of them, I'll give you forty-five cents." Jiang Youcheng smiled innocently.
The man didn't answer, he just picked up the bamboo basket, looked at it, weighed it again, and laughed, "This bamboo basket of yours is quite heavy. I saw that the bamboo baskets sold by others in the market are lighter than yours." too much."
Bamboo basket sinking?
Don't sink it.
Besides, aren’t all bamboo baskets like this?
I sold so many things today, and no one really said anything was heavy.
Jiang Youcheng scratched his ears and felt that the man in front of him didn't look like someone who was here to buy something, but rather like a critic, so he didn't want to pay attention to him.
On the contrary, it was Jiang Michia who looked at the person in front of him.
The middle-aged man has a fair face and no beard. The blue gown on his body is not new, but it has been washed clean. He looks polite. The fingers holding the bamboo basket are slender and have clear joints. He does not look like someone who works all the time.
Such people come to the West Market to buy bamboo baskets...
