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 small "hissing" sound.

It seemed to be coming from the courtyard.

Get out of bed, put on your shoes, and leave 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 moment.

Rubbing his sore eyes, Jiang Michia wanted to tell Song Jingyun to go back and rest early.

But as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he seemed to be muttering something.

After frowning and approaching, Jiang Michia heard clearly.

"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 to eat braised pork and fried tofu?

It’s really ambitious...

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Busy few days.

Cutting bamboo, sawing bamboo, splitting bamboo slices, cutting bamboo strips, weaving bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets...

When waiting 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 ox cart to its full capacity.

"Good guy!" Jiang San saw this and gasped repeatedly, "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 will charge you a little more for the ride today, and I will have to take some advantage from you."

"We must take advantage of it." Jiang Youcheng grinned and took the copper coins from his 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 as good this time, I won’t be able to explain it when I go back, and my life will be sad.

You still have to believe in things like metaphysics. If it is of some use, 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 made fun of someone, I said the same thing, and this time I said these words, it was a bit of a rush to please.

However, it’s just for money, there’s no shame in it…

Several people spoke in a cryptic manner, and then looked at each other, understanding each other and not feeling embarrassed.

Don't reach out to hit the smiling person. They were the ones who were embarrassed in the last time. 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 to them too much, nor did they do much.

In response, just lay out the things 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 cost 23 fen, the smaller bamboo basket cost 20 fen, and the bamboo basket was slightly more laborious to weave and cost 27 fen.

The overall price is quite fair.

This was also Jiang Michia's idea. This kind of thing, which is crude in any case, was originally made with little precision and made small profits but quick turnover. As the volume increased, the money earned increased.

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, a large stall of goods 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 seems like God is watching from the sky."

"The more you accumulate virtue, the less you will harm your wealth."

"Why do I look at him and feel a little bit like his family's luck..."

A group of people whispered, but they also felt that what the last person said was a bit exaggerated.

There are so many people who are doing well in business. If they are really lucky, how lucky is their 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 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 held the money bag in his arms, which made a clattering sound when he patted it. "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 they were 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 is washed clean. He looks polite. The fingers holding the bamboo basket are long and well-defined. He does not look like someone who works all the time.
Chapter completed!