Luck?

Zhang was stunned at first, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "I'm very proud."

Especially in Jiangchunhe, luck is not ordinary.

First, when he entered the mountain, he could not list anything less than a star, and then he was smashed by the roof, and was so hurt that even the meat that Jiang Youcheng took when he came to visit his house was taken away by a wild cat...

Even when working on weekdays, Jiang Chunhe either knocks here or encounters there, and his body is often green and purple, which is very evil.

"It's all because of the third wife." Zhang was angry, "It's all because of the dead girl Jiang Mixia and the son-in-law!"

All the bad luck started with those two scourges that hit Jiang Chunhe...

Jiang Chunhe would think of these things, but his expression was complicated.

He asked Gimmixia for a rabbit, but the rabbit didn't come back, but he could no longer hit the rabbit.

He wanted to instigate Jiang Datou to go to Jiang Youcheng's family to find trouble, but the roof collapsed the next day. He was so desperate. The corner of his mouth was so big that he still had scars...

Since last year, Jiang Chunhe has felt that nothing has gone smoothly, and it is all a mystery of being unlucky.

How do you feel that these three-bedroom families are just weird?

"Mom, it's unlucky to deal with the third uncle's family. If you don't get it well, you'll be unlucky." Jiang Chunhe said with a bitter face, "I think we'd better not go eat big pot dishes and stop causing trouble."

Jiang Chunhe was really a little scared.

When the roof collapsed last time, he felt that he was going to die. Jiang Chunhe would never want to experience the feeling that his heart was about to stop beating again in his life.

"What trouble can I get from?" Zhang didn't care. "The third room is bad luck, but this time it's not the third room's family's business, it's the Zhu Yongwu family's business. Why can the third room have bad luck even his family?"

Seeing Jiang Chunhe looking reluctant and unwilling to go, Zhang was also a little angry, "In the past, you always said that you were brave and had a wealthy job. Why is it like this now?"

"I think you were taken by Wu, and you are as timid as a mouse!"

Wu, who was told for no reason, was immediately full of grievance, but he did not dare to speak.

Seeing that Jiang Chunhe was like Wu's quail, Zhang was so angry that he came up. He grabbed the bowl from Jiang Chunhe's hand, "Stay at home, I'll go!"

After saying that, he took the big sea bowl and went out.

"What... what to do? Do you want to call my mother back?" Wu asked carefully.

"You go?" Jiang Chunhe replied angrily.

Wu didn't dare to stop Zhang, so he hurriedly lowered his head.

"Go and make a fire and cook." Jiang Chunhe ordered.

Now he doesn't want to touch any of the things he has to do with the third room, and he doesn't dare to eat the big pot of dishes he wants.

What if I am really unlucky and my throat is stuck and I choke to death?

"Success." After receiving the instructions of her husband, Wu breathed a sigh of relief, coaxed the child to play, and went into the kitchen to work.

The sweet potato noodles are served with some white noodles, and are prepared to be cooked with spinach, and then a little lard is in it, which tastes delicious.

Jiang Youcai also came back with a hoe on his back. When he saw a smell floating out of the kitchen, he frowned, "How did you cook? Didn't your mother go to Zhu Yongwu's house to ask for big pot of vegetables?"

"Dad, I..."

Jiang Chunhe opened his mouth to defend himself.

But before he could say anything, there was a shout coming from outside.

"There is Caiwang, Brother Chunhe."

The voice went from far to near. Jiang Yintian in the village ran to the door, panting. Seeing that Jiang Youcai and Jiang Chunhe were both at home, he breathed a little relieved and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Your family quickly go and have a look. Uncle Zhang has fallen into the pit!"

Has it fallen into the pit?

Jiang Youcai and Jiang Chunhe were stunned.

"Why did mom fall into the pit?" Wu blurted out his inquiry.

"I heard that I was chased by a group of big geese in the village. Uncle Zhang ran away quickly, but he accidentally fell into the pit..." Jiang Yintian said.

Like the pit that Jiang Youcheng family filled in when he built a basket weaving workshop before, there was more than one pit in Jiangjia Village because no one was willing to fill it for a long time. In addition, there was a pit in the village. When it rained in summer, there would be a lot of water in the pit. Whoever raised ducks, big geese, etc., there were places to find food to eat.

On weekdays, there are places to pour snow, dirty water, etc. from someone's house, so most of the pits are preserved. Because it was snowy in the winter before the New Year, many of the houses transported snow out of the house, and many of them poured the snow into the pit. This spring is not dry enough. There is some water in the pit, and it is flapping by ducks or big geese and turned into mud.

The big geese in the village, no matter who raises them, are famously powerful and powerful. Even the dogs in the village have to hide when they see them.

Zhang was chased by a group of big geese, so he naturally wanted to run away, so he didn't look at the way when he ran.

"Why are you still standing there..."

A very adult actually fell into the pit!

Jiang Youcai felt very embarrassed and hurriedly pulled Jiang Chunhe to find Zhang.

Jiang Chunhe walked fast along the way, but he was wondering in his heart.

He just said that the third room was evil and he didn't want to be involved with the third room. Now his worries are fulfilled?

Jiang Chunhe couldn't help but tremble for a moment.

It was clearly the spring of March, and I felt a cold sweat on my back.

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After three months that day, the weather became warmer.

More than half of the apprentices in the bamboo weaving workshop can end their apprenticeship life, start formally working, and calculate the wages based on pieces.

There are also a few who need to wait a little longer because their skills are not qualified enough, but judging from this situation, I guess it will be a matter of just a month to catch up with the steps of others.

The weather warms up and the tea gardens are starting to be busy.

The baskets, mats, and bamboo baskets used to dry tea are all durable products and will not be consumed frequently. However, when the tea garden learned that the bamboo weaving workshop could weave waterproof bags, it customized a batch of waterproof bamboo boxes from the workshop to transport tea.

Although the tea will be sealed in jars or sealed and stored in oil paper bags, these things will eventually be packed for easy transportation.

Since you have to use boxes, just use bamboo-woven waterproof boxes, which can add a layer of waterproofing and also provide an additional insurance.

Although the tea here cannot be called the top-notch and precious tea, the tea nourished by the clear river water here is full of fragrance. It is quite popular among mid-range teas and has a considerable profit ratio.

So Mr. Zhou is also willing to spend more money on this guy to ensure the quality of the tea during transportation.

And Zheng Ji also came several orders one after another.

Most of them are loaded bamboo boxes. Some require simple, sturdy and usefulness. It doesn’t matter if the appearance is a little rough, but the price is cheap enough.

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