Old Zhou was unwilling to move, "What are you doing with that little basket? It's not suitable for eating or drinking."
"You can make money by making flower baskets," Man Bao told Dad about her plan, only omitting the sugar, and she said confidently: "When the time comes, I can give Dad a fortune." .”
Old Zhou touched the shredded tobacco on his waist, but he was reluctant to smoke. He had already decided to sell all the cigarettes at home. Although it was not worth much, he could still buy some medicines for the old woman.
Old Zhou took a look at his daughter, shook his head and said, "Father doesn't care about the hard work, so I decided not to do it."
He didn't want to mess around with a bunch of kids.
Disappointed expressions appeared on everyone's faces, and Man Bao went to find her mother to support her. Qian couldn't bear Man Bao's acting like a baby, so she could only say to Lao Zhou, "What a big deal. Make up a few for the children, that won’t take much effort.”
The wife spoke, and the daughter and a group of grandchildren watched eagerly. Old Zhou had no choice but to go to the shack and drag out the second son's waste bamboo sticks to weave bamboo baskets for them.
Seeing that the big head and the second head were also squatting down to watch the fun, he brought them over and said, "Come on, grandpa will teach you, you are not young anymore, it's time to learn some crafts."
There are not many people in the village who know how to weave bamboo, but not too few, but this craft is not something that you can master after learning it. At least the whole village, old and young, can sell bamboo weaving to the market or the county town, and there is only one Zhou Yilang.
The bamboo baskets he wove are so strong and dense that even the wheat can’t leak out, but some people wove bamboo baskets. Bamboo baskets are just like the ones sold in the market. , It can be used a few times, and the bamboo strips will be deflected, and if a hole is leaked, the thing will be considered useless.
The craftsmanship of Lao Zhoutou belongs to the latter category.
However, he can't weave a big bamboo basket, so it's not easy to weave the bamboo basket that the little girl is holding, which is only as big as her little head
That's a good looking product. If you put ten eggs in it, the old Zhou Tou thinks that it won't be damaged after ten years of carrying it.
Because he didn't pay attention to this thing, and all the bamboo sticks that Erlang used were discarded, so he didn't feel sorry for letting his grandsons follow in the disaster.
Man Bao was very moved when he saw it, and he also took the bamboo sticks to learn, and also pulled Da Ya and Er Ya.
Old Zhou took a look at the two granddaughters. This kind of craft should not be learned by girls, but he glanced at the bamboo sticks on the ground. Old Zhou thought, let's learn, let's learn, this bamboo stick is very difficult to reuse after being used once. Well, he's not the second son, so he can't come back.
When the bamboo strips are used up, there is no need to weave any more.
Man Bao didn't know about his father's plot, and stared at his movements seriously.
Old Zhou Tou was weaving slowly, and said to her: "You little boy, you can't even bend a bamboo stick, what's the fun here? Be careful not to hurt your hands."
Sitting on the stool to bask in the sun, Qian smiled, and waved to Man Bao, "Man Bao, come here and mother will teach you."
Man Bao hugged the bamboo stick and ran over happily, "Mother, can you weave bamboo?"
"I've watched it all my life, even if I haven't done it before, I know it in my heart." Mrs. Qian is sick and can't do heavy work, but it's no problem to bend bamboo sticks while sitting.
She just sat like this, while weaving, explaining to Man Bao that this kind of small bamboo weaving is not difficult and the speed is very fast, Qian's first finished product came out soon.
Man Bao took it and compared the two that her father had already made, wrinkled his little nose and said, "Mother, yours is so ugly."
Old Zhou Tou laughed proudly, "Your father has made a lot of bamboo weaves, of course they are prettier than your mother's."
Qian Shi was not discouraged, and waved to Man Bao: "Bring a few more, and I will make another one."
She smiled and said: "Practice makes perfect, you can learn things you don't know a few times."
Man Bao felt that what his mother said made sense, so he dragged another bamboo stick to her mother.
Originally, they had moved from grandpa to grandma to learn, but they felt that grandma's weaving was ugly. The four children who had just moved back to grandpa's side looked left and right, not knowing who to learn from.
Man Bao disliked them, "It's not okay for you to be half-hearted like this, forget it, big head and two heads, you just follow Dad's example, big girl and second girl come and learn from mother."
Only then did the four children settle down and stop wandering around.
Qian looked at it with a smile, and felt in her heart that it was her daughter who could make up her mind.
Man Bao was the happiest person in the audience. That was on the surface, but in fact she was very busy. As soon as the bamboo basket was made, Man Bao took it and discussed it with Keke, "Do you think the bamboo basket made by my mother can be used?" Do you want to make a move?"
The system said: "There is no item in this world that cannot be a commodity, you can carry out secondary processing."
Man Bao: "Then I will give it the most beautiful flower."
Man Bao began to pick out what she thought was the most beautiful flower from the pile of flowers, and then put it in her mother's flower basket, all the colors were mixed together, but she liked it very much, and she was very happy, "This flower basket is beautiful at first glance. "
Keke was silent for a while before saying: "There may not be many people in this world who have the same aesthetics as the host."
Man Bao read this sentence over and over again, and realized belatedly, "Keke, do you think my flower basket is ugly?"
"Flower baskets don't look like this." The system couldn't help but search for some pictures in the encyclopedia, and then threw it to Manbao, "This kind of thing is called a flower basket, and yours is called, um, a bamboo trash can for flowers. Or trash can for failed products."
Man Bao couldn't hear what Keke was saying anymore, she stared at the pictures with bright eyes, and almost rolled on the ground happily, "It's so beautiful, so beautiful, Keke, can you give it to me?"
Old Zhou Tou and Qian Shi saw their daughter hugging her broken bamboo basket and laughed so hard that her saliva almost flowed down.
The husband and wife were silent for a while, and then looked at the messy flowers she put into the bamboo basket, thinking that they should pay attention to the beauty and ugliness education of their children. Really, how could she be so happy with such an ugly bamboo basket
The first four children lowered their heads, wishing they could bury them in the bamboo sticks. The sister-in-law must be thinking about their money-making scheme again, but can such an ugly bamboo basket really be sold
The system glanced at Manbao's points, and said: "Host, your points are enough to buy bamboo baskets, but you don't have the authority to open the mall, so I can't buy them for you."
It was the first time Man Bao heard about the mall, and asked, "What is a mall?"
"It's similar to your bazaar, where the host can buy all kinds of things, including flower baskets."
"Then when can I open the mall?" Man Bao thought that if the mall could be opened, wouldn't she go to the market whenever she wanted to go shopping in the future
"Wait until the accumulated points of the host reach 1,000 and there is no historical debt."
Man Bao slumped his shoulders, bargaining like her second brother, "It's a lot, can't it be cheaper?"
Keke ruthlessly rejected her, "No!"