Not bad, he looks okay, about the same height as Jiang Youcheng, but not a particularly tall person.
This person is really weird!
Song Jingyun really didn't want to pay attention to him, so he picked up two buckets of water and walked straight to his house.
Xun Yuanbai stroked his beard again and again, and when he watched Song Jingyun walk away and couldn't even see his back, he put his hands behind his back, hunched his back slightly, and walked out unsteadily.
Before leaving, I looked at the village entrance archway with the three characters "Jiangjiacun" written on it.
The young man from Jiangjiacun.
This Jiangjia Village will be a blessed land from now on.
In order to avoid Xun Yuanbai, Song Jingyun almost jogged all the way home.
Jiang Michia watched her son-in-law come back in a hurry, and looked out curiously, "Why do you have to run to fetch water? Is there a wolf outside?"
Scarier than a wolf!
Song Jingyun wiped his sweat and said hurriedly, "It's so scary. The strange man I met in the temple last time came to the village and pestered me. He said many strange things. If it’s weird…”
Jiang Michia frowned after listening to her son-in-law describe what happened.
He claimed to be a heavenly master and wanted to ask his son-in-law to save his life. When his son-in-law did nothing, he thanked him repeatedly and said he wanted to repay his kindness?
Indeed, as my son-in-law said, he is a strange person.
But, since he claimed to be a heavenly master, pestered his son-in-law at Deyin Temple, and even found Jiangjiacun this time...
Could it be that he knows something?
Do you know that your son-in-law is an interstellar person who has traveled through time?
Or do you know that your little son-in-law has better luck than ordinary people?
Why did he say thank you at the end?
Could it be that he did something to his little brother-in-law?
The more Jiang Michia thought about it, the more solemn his expression became.
Seeing Jiang Michia's face as gloomy as the bottom of a pot, Song Jingyun became more and more uneasy, "Madam, are you okay..."
"It's okay, I just think this person is weird, maybe not a good person." Jiang Michia withdrew her thoughts, and did not intend to tell the matter so clearly to her son-in-law.
After all, it is just a guess, and it may not be the case.
My little brother-in-law is so timid, don't be frightened by this incident again.
"You were right not to pay attention to him today. If you encounter such a person in the future, come back and call me quickly, and I will deal with it."
Jiang Michia poured all the water in the bucket into the water tank, carried the bucket, and picked up the pole, "You stay at home and look after the house, and I'll fetch water."
"I'll go with you." Song Jingyun chased after him.
That man is weird. What if the lady goes alone and encounters danger?
"You can just stay at home." Jiang Michia dissuaded.
"What if that person comes to the house, I'm afraid..." Song Jingyun looked at Jiang Michia pitifully.
"That's true." Jiang Michia thought for a while and took Song Jingyun with him, "Then you go with me. If you encounter that person again later, you hide behind me."
That won't work.
He is a man and cannot hide behind his wife.
But Song Jingyun thought about these two sentences, swallowed them, and did not say them out. He just nodded to Jiang Michia, helped her hold the pole, and followed her out the door and walked to the river.
The journey went smoothly and I didn't meet that strange person again.
Even when they came back, Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun searched around and didn't see anyone suspicious.
"It looks like he's gone." Song Jingyun breathed a sigh of relief.
Just leaving like this makes this thing even weirder.
Jiang Michia frowned and looked Song Jingyun up and down, "Do you feel anything is wrong?"
"Something's wrong?"
"Yes, do you feel any discomfort or anything different from usual?" Jiang Michia always felt that the so-called heavenly master had done something to his little son-in-law.
"If you want to talk about something that's different from the usual, there really is one." Song Jingyun reached out and touched his stomach after some serious thought, "It's just been a while since I finished breakfast, and I seem to be hungry again..."
During this time, he always felt hungry easily.
The appetite seems to be getting bigger and bigger.
Jiang Michia, "..."
Okay, hurry back and make dumplings.
In modern times, Jiang Michia was also a person who often cooked by himself and was good at cooking.
Although it is not that outstanding, it is comfortable in the mouth and is in an edible state.
After arriving here, I often helped Mr. Liu cook, and there was still no problem in making basic meals.
Select leeks, chop them into pieces, chop the meat, mix the stuffing, knead the noodles, roll out the wrappers, make dumplings...
Song Jingyun ate two large bowls of dumplings at noon.
In the evening, there were still dumplings left for lunch, so Jiang Michia made fried dumplings, cooked cucumber, tomato and egg drop soup, and ate them together.
The next day, Jiang Michia tried to make buns.
Sesame leaf tofu vermicelli with egg filling, and a pot of fragrant boiled meat slices.
It tasted delicious, and Song Jingyun devoured it without any scruples.
So, Jiang Mixiaguang heard him burp.
After eating and drinking enough, Jiang Michia asked Song Jingyun to work on the bamboo strips, while he fiddled with the bamboo strips and tried to make something.
"Madam, do you want a bamboo basket?" Song Jingyun saw this and asked, "I will weave one for you."
While talking, Song Jingyun was busy with work and quickly weaved a small round basket.
The edges are neat, the bottom is flat and strong, and the braid is good.
"It's a pretty good basket." Jiang Michia nodded, then looked at Song Jingyun, "How do you think this bamboo basket can hold water without leaking?"
"A bamboo basket that doesn't leak?" Song Jingyun picked up the newly woven bamboo basket and looked at it again and again. "It shouldn't be possible. The gap is so big that it will leak."
"So I thought about how to make this gap smaller, so small that it doesn't leak."
The business of bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, and sewing baskets at home is pretty good, but the possibility of these items being replaced is very high, and the business may go out at any time.
If you want to make money sustainably, you have to constantly develop new products.
Moreover, at this stage, all the things sold at home are made by oneself, which is really tiring. Jiang Michia also wants to expand production, develop handicraft workshops, and try to operate as full-time as possible.
But if you want to ensure the scale of a workshop, you must constantly enrich your products, ensure product diversity, and have a representative product.
A product that will amaze others.
Hearing this, Song Jingyun looked at the bamboo basket again, then looked at the bamboo strips, and said thoughtfully, "I was thinking that the bamboo strips should be made thinner, so that the gaps between the bamboo strips would be smaller. Even smaller, this basket is woven into multiple layers, one layer after another, so it may not leak."
"That's the truth." Jiang Michia nodded.
The principle has been roughly figured out, and now it is time to put it into practice to see how thin the bamboo strips should be and how to weave the multiple layers to ensure that the bamboo basket does not leak.
The two of them worked in the yard all afternoon and all morning of the next day.
When it was almost noon, Song Jingyun put away the basket in his hand and asked, "Try this again?"
