Bad luck?
Mrs. Zhang was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "It's straight back."
Especially Jiang Chunhe's luck is not ordinary.
First, he could no longer store anything in the mountain, and then he was hit by the roof. The injuries were so severe that even the meat Jiang Youcheng brought when he came to visit his home was snatched away by wild cats...
Even when he was working on weekdays, Jiang Chunhe would bump here or there, and his body would often be bruised and purple, which was very evil.
"It's all because of the third wife." Zhang said angrily, "It's all because of Jiang Michia, that damn girl, and her son-in-law!"
All the bad luck started when those two scourges hit Jiang Chunhe...
Jiang Chunhe was thinking about these things, but his expression was complicated.
He asked Jiang Michia for a rabbit, but the rabbit didn't come back. As a result, he could no longer hunt rabbits.
He wanted to instigate Jiang Datou to go to Jiang Youcheng's house to look for trouble, but the roof collapsed the next day. It was so fatal that the big gash at the corner of his mouth still has scars...
From last year to now, Jiang Chunhe feels that nothing has gone smoothly for him, and everything has been unlucky.
Why do you feel that this three-bedroom house is just weird?
"Mom, it's unlucky for Third Uncle's family to be in bad shape. Once you get into trouble, you'll be unlucky again." Jiang Chunhe said with a bitter face, "I think we'd better not eat the big pot food, so as not to cause any more trouble."
Jiang Chunhe was really a little scared.
When the roof collapsed last time, he felt like he was going to die. Jiang Chunhe never wanted to experience that feeling of suffocation that made his heart almost stop beating.
"What kind of trouble can we cause?" Madam Zhang said nonchalantly, "The third room is not allowed to get into trouble, but this time it's not the third room's family's business, it's the Zhu Yongwu family's business, how can the third room's bad luck be tolerated? Even his house?"
Seeing Jiang Chunhe's reluctance to go, Mrs. Zhang was also a little angry, "I used to say that you were brave and generous in doing things. How did you become like this now?"
"I think you were brought in by the Wu family. You are as timid as a mouse!"
Wu, who was brought along for no reason, suddenly felt aggrieved, but she did not dare to speak.
Mrs. Zhang saw that Jiang Chunhe was acting like a quail like Mr. Wu, and she became angry. She took the bowl from Jiang Chunhe's hand and said, "Stay at home, I'll go!"
After that, he took the big ocean bowl and walked out the door.
"What...what should we do? Do you want to call mother back?" Wu asked cautiously.
"Are you going?" Jiang Chunhe replied angrily.
Wu didn't dare to stop Zhang, so she quickly lowered her head.
"Go make a fire and cook." Jiang Chunhe ordered.
He doesn't want to touch anything that has anything to do with Sanfang now, and he doesn't dare to eat the big pot of food he wants to come back.
What if you are really plagued by bad luck and your throat is stuck, and you will choke to death?
"It's done." After receiving her husband's instructions, Mrs. Wu breathed a sigh of relief, coaxed her children to play, and hurriedly entered the kitchen to do some work.
The sweet potato noodles are mixed with some white flour, and are cooked with spinach, and a little lard is added in. It tastes delicious.
Jiang Youcai also came back with a hoe on his back. When he saw the smell wafting from the kitchen, he frowned, "Why are you cooking? Didn't your mother go to Zhu Yongwu's house to ask for a big pot of food?"
"Dad, I..."
Jiang Chunhe opened his mouth to defend.
But before the words were spoken, shouts came from outside.
"Uncle Cai, Brother Chunhe."
The sound came from far away, and Jiang Yintian from the village ran to the door of his house, panting. When he saw Jiang Youcai and Jiang Chunhe were at home, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Hurry up and take a look at your house. , Aunt Zhang fell into a trap!"
Falling into a trap?
Jiang Youcai and Jiang Chunhe were stunned.
"Why did mother fall into the trap?" Wu blurted out the question.
"I heard that she was chased away by a group of geese in the village. Aunt Zhang ran away quickly, but accidentally fell into a pit..." Jiang Yintian said.
Just like the hole filled in when Jiang Youcheng's family built a basket weaving workshop, there is more than one hole in Jiangjia Village because no one has been willing to fill it for a long time. In addition, there is a hole in the village. When it rains in the summer, there will be more holes in the hole. There is a lot of water, and there are places for ducks, geese, etc. that someone raises to find food.
On weekdays, there are places to splash snow, dirty water, etc., so most of the pits are kept. And because there was a lot of snow in the winter last year, many people who remove snow from their homes and transport it outside In the pit, this spring was not dry enough, so there was some water in the pit. It was filled with mud after being splashed by ducks or geese.
As for the big geese in the village, no matter who raised them, they were all famous for their strong fighting power. Even the dogs in the village had to avoid their owners when they saw them.
Zhang was chased away by a group of geese, so she naturally wanted to run, but she didn't look at the road as she ran.
"What are you still doing in a daze..."
What a shame for a grown-up to fall into a pit!
Jiang Youcai felt very embarrassed and hurriedly dragged Jiang Chunhe up to find Zhang.
Jiang Chunhe walked quickly along the way, but he was murmuring in his heart.
He just said that Sanfang was evil and didn't want to have anything to do with Sanfang. Now his worries have come true?
Jiang Chunhe couldn't help but tremble.
It was clearly a sunny day in March, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back.
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Today has entered March and the weather is getting warmer.
More than half of the apprentices here in the bamboo weaving workshop have finished their apprenticeship life and started working officially, and their wages are calculated on a piece-by-piece basis.
There are still a few who need to wait a little longer because their skills are not up to standard, but judging from this situation, it is estimated that they will be able to catch up with the others in just a few months.
The weather is getting warmer and tea gardens are getting busy.
The bamboo baskets, mats, and bamboo baskets used for drying tea leaves are all durable goods and will not be worn out from time to time. However, the tea garden learned that the bamboo weaving workshop here can weave waterproof bags, so they ordered a batch of them from the workshop. Waterproof bamboo boxes used to transport tea.
Although the tea will be sealed in jars or sealed in oil paper bags, these things will eventually have to be packed into boxes for easy transportation.
Since you have to use a box, then simply use a waterproof bamboo box. An extra layer of waterproofing will also provide you with an extra layer of insurance.
Although the tea here cannot be called top-grade and precious tea, because of the clear river water here, the tea nourished by it is full of fragrance and is quite popular among mid-range teas, and the profit ratio is also very impressive.
Therefore, Butler Zhou is willing to spend more money on this item to ensure the quality of the tea during transportation.
From Zheng Ji's side, several orders also came in one after another.
Most of them are bamboo woven boxes for loading goods. Some of them are required to be simple, strong and usable. It doesn't matter if the appearance is a little rough, but the price must be cheap enough.
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