"What is bamboo weaving?" The captain didn't understand.
At this time, there was no such literary and artistic term for bamboo weaving, and they were all called bamboo craftsmen.
"It's something made of bamboo."
Tang Niannian explained in a simple way. The captain's eyes lit up and he suddenly asked, "Foreigners also sleep on mats?"
"You're not talking nonsense? Foreigners are just like monkeys, they are covered with hair. It's so hot in summer, so why don't you sleep on a mat and die of heat?" Mrs. Tang rolled her eyes in disgust and said very loudly.
Although the old lady has never seen foreigners, she heard from the old man that Mr. Tang Qingshan went to Shanghai when he was young and met many foreigners. In fact, what the old man said was not that exaggerated. He just said that he was hairy, blond, and loved to eat. Bloody medium-aged beef.
Mrs. Tang's understanding was that foreigners were hairy, had blue eyes, and loved eating raw meat and drinking raw blood. She firmly believed that her knowledge was correct and led the entire Tang Village astray.
After all, in the entire Tang Village, only Mr. Tang Qingshan had been to Shanghai and met foreigners.
Therefore, people in the village unswervingly trust Mrs. Tang.
"Yes, Uncle Qingshan has seen foreigners with more hair than a hundred years old. If they don't sleep on a mat, they will suffer from heat stroke."
"Foreigners still eat raw meat and drink raw blood. It's scary!"
"This is obviously a living animal!"
The villagers all agreed with each other and had great imaginations. Tang Niannian couldn't help but laugh or cry. She didn't bother to correct these people's misconceptions and said to the captain: "It's not a mat, it's handicrafts, like cricket cages, lanterns, small Baskets and small baskets should be more delicate and beautiful, as foreigners like to use these as ornaments!"
Practical bamboo woven products such as bamboo chairs, bamboo baskets and dustpans are not easy to sell, nor can they be sold at high prices. Tang Niannian remembered that Zhucheng later developed a variety of bamboo woven products, each of which was particularly exquisite and cost several hundred yuan to several thousand yuan. Blocks, even tens of thousands, are very popular.
"Girl Nian, do you think this will work? I'll call all the people in the village who know bamboo weaving, and you can give me some advice."
The captain didn't understand. The bamboo weaving in the village was basically for daily necessities. There were really not many people who could weave the fancy things that the girl mentioned.
"Uncle San, please apply to open a handicraft factory again and get it done as soon as possible!"
Tang Niannian wants to bring bamboo weaving and wheat straw fans to the Autumn Canton Fair. She should be able to make it in time, and she will fight for the spot in the Canton Fair.
And she is confident that these handicrafts will definitely be liked by foreigners and generate foreign exchange.
The captain's brain is a little slow to keep up. He just mentioned wheat straw fans and mats, and is he going to set up a factory?
Is the pace a little faster?
Tang Jianshu reacted quickly and asked quickly: "Nian Nian, do you plan to sell it to foreigners?"
"Um!"
Tang Niannian nodded.
The villagers were shocked. How could the things they made be sold to foreigners?
They don’t even dare to dream!
"Nian girl, can you really sell it to foreigners?"
"Foreigners have come to Zhucheng? Why didn't I see them?"
"What do foreigners look like? Do they have yellow fur and green eyes?"
The villagers' interest in foreigners even overshadowed the TV set. They stopped listening to the Yue opera and gathered around to find out if they really set up a handicraft factory, old men and women like them could earn wages.
Tang Niannian rubbed his ears, hundreds of ducks quacked, and his brain ached.
"No matter what the quarrel is, I heard girl Nian say, if you quarrel, will the sky fall into pieces?"
The captain roared flatly, drowning out the croaks of the villagers, and everything fell silent for an instant.
Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Tang Niannian eagerly, eagerly and excitedly, just like looking at the Great Unity. In their hearts, Tang Niannian had an equal status with the Great Unity.
"First set up the factory, and I will be responsible for directing production and sales, but I will own 40% of the factory!"
Tang Niannian put her words first. She didn't work for nothing. She didn't have to pay for the handicraft factory. This was a capitalless business, but she was a designer and had to be responsible for sales. She deserved 40%.
"That's right. As long as the factory is established, Nian Yatou will be the biggest contributor!"
"Yes, you can do this stuff at home. My dad knows how to do it. He will never say that he is just a free man again!"
"Girl Nian, you have the final say, when will this factory be opened?"
The villagers didn't care what percentage of shares Tang Niannian held. They just wanted to earn wages and improve their families' lives.
And they knew very well that without Tang Niannian, this handicraft factory would be an empty shell. They could make it, but to whom would they sell it?
Tang Niannian was well-connected, well-informed, and knew so many capable people. She earned these 40% of the shares based on her own ability, and she couldn't envy them.
The captain could no longer stand and now wanted to fly to the commune to file an application report.
"Uncle San, tell the commune leaders that I can get a quota for the Canton Fair!"
Tang Niannian stopped the captain who was impatient to go to the commune and gave him a trick.
As long as the commune cadres have brains, they will definitely agree to set up the factory.
"What is the Canton Fair?"
The captain was a little confused, he had never heard of it.
"I'm just rushing to the venue. It's held in Yangcheng, and foreigners will come to buy things."
Tang Jianshu used an easy-to-understand explanation. It is the local custom in Zhucheng to rush to the venue. Every February on the birthday of Guanyin Bodhisattva, towns and villages hold fairs. There are all kinds of food and entertainment, and it is very lively.
The captain understood it as soon as he heard it, and went home happily to ride his bike.
Tang Niannian was pulled aside by Tang Jianshu and asked in a low voice: "Can you really get a quota for the Canton Fair?"
The quotas at the Canton Fair are very tight every year. They are usually given to large manufacturers and not to village-run enterprises. Tang Jianshu is really not confident.
"When have I ever said empty words?"
Tang Niannian rolled her eyes. The quota for the Canton Fair was indeed tight, but that didn't mean she couldn't get it. If it didn't work out, she could use the turbine factory's booth.
The steam turbine factory participates in the Canton Fair every year. The booth is quite large, so she just has a small corner, and at worst she can exchange it for advanced technology!
"You're quite capable, little girl!"
Tang Jianshu chuckled and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face with a lot of force. It was his favorite thing to do when he was a child.
"Snapped!"
Tang Niannian slapped her and gave her a big eye roll. Mrs. Tang pinched her face, but she couldn't do it. Tang Jianshu would not show mercy.
A red mark immediately appeared on Tang Jianshu's hand, which made him grit his teeth in pain.
"You are a tiger!"
Tang Jianshu blew hard and it hurt him to death.
Tang Niannian snorted and was too lazy to pay attention to him. He went into the house and took some dried bamboo shoots, dried prunes, and dried hare, and gave them to the driver for a small amount of money.
Naturally, the small-money driver thanked him profusely and returned to the city happily. His favorite task now is to take Master Xiao Tang back to the village. He never returns empty-handed.
Tang Niannian yawned, feeling sleepy and ready to go back to the house to sleep.
"Girl Nian, can you do your handicraft factory with pearls and shells?"
Xuan Zhenzhu stopped her, looking a little embarrassed, but she really wanted to make her parents' family rich.
