Seeing the opportunity, the little old man's eyes lit up immediately, and he glanced at the pile of bamboos: "Young master, I don't know what you want to do? I know a lot of people, and I will definitely find a suitable helper for you."
Sure enough, she is a shrewd person, knowing that there must be a reason for them to get these bamboos, Tang Miao smiled lightly and said, "Get in the car and talk."
"Okay!" The little old man narrowed his eyes happily, and quickly got into the car.
The spectators also wanted to inquire. They wanted to eavesdrop on what they were talking about, but they got into the car instead, so they had to mutter a few words to give up.
"Young master, tell me about your request." The little old man was quite dedicated, and as soon as he sat down in the car, he immediately talked about the business. Tang Sihuang had a kind of coercive majesty, and he really didn't dare to talk to him directly. , simply strike up a conversation with the child, if there is something wrong, that Mr. Tang will definitely make it up.
Tang Miao said: "We want people to make arrows from these bamboos. It's about the thickness of chopsticks and 30 centimeters long. One end needs to be sharpened. Is there any problem?"
"No problem, this is not difficult. Can all these bamboos be made into arrows? It's a lot of work, but we can definitely find someone, but I don't know how long it will take for the young master?"
Tang Miao looked at Tang Sihuang, and asked, "Daddy, how will it be in two days?"
"Yes." Tang Sihuang said, of course, the sooner the better, but it doesn't matter if you delay for a day or two, after they go back, they have to study how to make bows and crossbows.
Xiao Laitou said straightforwardly: "No problem, just find more experts, but I don't know how to calculate the salary?"
Tang Miao looked at Tang Sihuang.
Tang Sihuang thought for a moment, and said: "Your agency fee counts as five catties of grain, plus two pieces of cabbage. For those workers, one catty and a half of grain for every 100 arrows." This figure was roughly calculated by him. Under normal circumstances, One arrow can be made in about 5 minutes, 12 arrows can be made in one hour, and 120 arrows can be made in 10 hours a day. More than one catty of grain a day can make a person full. Being too generous to others in the last days is not a good idea. A good thing, he doesn't want to be thought of as a philanthropist.
"Thank you, Mr. Tang," the little old man was overjoyed, the agency fee is too generous, "Leave this matter to me."
"It's inconvenient to ask them to go to the villa to fetch bamboo." Tang Sihuang glanced at the little old man in the rearview mirror.
The little old man thought for a while and said, "That's not a problem, Mr. Tang, how about having the bamboo delivered to the post office north of the trading market in half an hour? I'll take the workers there then."
"Can."
The little old man got out of the car halfway and left happily.
Tang Miao smiled and said to Tang Sihuang: "Daddy, it's rare to see him so happy."
Tang Sihuang smiled slightly, noncommittal. The reason why the little old man is like this is because of his own character, and secondly, because of his experience. In the last days, I take it to heart and adapt faster than anyone else, but such a person is better than many people. In the last days, the little old man may not be able to stand up, but he can live better than many people, at least he can guarantee food and clothing.
Back at the villa, the family members heard the sound and rushed out to help move things. Tang Sihuang didn't let Tang Miao intervene. He asked him to go back to the room to sleep and wake up for a while. Go shopping, take a rest in the living room, and drive bamboo with Tang Sihuang.
It was the first time Tang Miao saw such a scene, and stared in surprise.
A pile of bamboo was quickly robbed, and the workers confirmed the production requirements and delivery location again, and then hurried away with the bamboo in their arms.
The little old man happily embraced his "agency fee".
"Old man, don't you know what to call you?" Tang Miao asked.
The little old man chuckled, and said: "I have lost my previous name a long time ago, so the young master can just call me 'little old man'. In the future, you can find me little old man whenever you need anything. The entrance of the base. It’s also easy to find a place to live, it’s the first house in Quhou on the street opposite the big stone monument to the west of the trading market.”
"Okay." Tang Miao smiled.
The little old man walked away excitedly, and his hunchback seemed to be straighter than usual.
The father and son walked back to the square together.
"what to buy?"
Tang Miao pulled Tang Sihuang forward, looked at the dark crowd, and frowned.
"I want to buy some books on cooking. I always eat potatoes, sweet potatoes, and cabbage like this. I wonder if I can process them, such as making sauerkraut, pickles, or pickles."
Afterwards, he approached Tang Sihuang again, and said in a low voice: "Processing with chili and meat, it must be more delicious. In the past, there were many kinds of canned food in the mall, but such a large square requires a lot of food. How to find it?"
Tang Sihuang picked up his youngest son's hands. Recently, Tang Miao has been cooking. He guessed that most of the reason is because of himself. He still can't see it, but after a while, these hands will definitely change. These hands can hold chopsticks , holding a pen, swimming on the keyboard, even holding a gun, that machete, but not suitable for holding a kitchen knife.
"Daddy?" Tang Miao's heart started beating again.
Tang Sihuang let go of his hand and gestured to the surroundings: "Let them look for it, don't you have some candy there?"
"It won't be too conspicuous?" Tang Miao saw a few children of different grades not far away. It was common to tip before the end of the world, but candy is also a good thing now.
"No problem."
Tang Miao beckoned to those children. These children were also small fritters in the market. They were not afraid of strangers at all. They quickly surrounded him and looked at him eagerly, with envy in their eyes.
Tang Miao said directly: "I need to buy some cooking books, you can help me find a place that sells books, how about giving you a candy if you find a place?"
The children couldn't help showing joy. Before the end of the world, they didn't pay attention to candy at all, but now the temptation of candy talkers is no less than that of meat. Although they can't fill their stomachs, they can at least satisfy their cravings.
"no problem."
Several children quickly dispersed.
Tang Miao strolled leisurely, Tang Sihuang walked beside him leisurely with a backpack full of food, Tang Miao just felt strange, wouldn't Daddy feel bored? But he won't ask, isn't this kind of time what he longs for? Walking side by side like this, there is no third person.
The children came back very quickly, probably because they are already familiar with the market. They found more than 30 places where they were hungry. Tang Miao and Tang Sihuang searched the market all over the place. They sold all kinds of books. Tang Miao grew up for a long time. It was only when he found the one he was satisfied with that he didn’t need to buy it if he taught how to cook home cooking. What he bought were all about food processing, such as how to make pickles, if you make sauerkraut, how to make eggs, etc. He spent a total of more than ten catties of sweet potatoes, Potato.
Tang Miao grabbed a handful of candies from his backpack (actually, from the space). One of the most clever children got five candies and ran away quickly after getting them. The candy was unwrapped and stuffed into his mouth.
Tang Miao stared blankly.
Tang Sihuang knew immediately after thinking about it: "It should be because he is afraid of being robbed by others."
Tang Miao felt emotional, but there was nothing she could do about it. Compassion did not help other people in any real way, and no matter how much she thought about it, it was useless.
When they returned to the villa, a few bold people followed behind them, probably thinking that they must still have a lot of food in their bags, and they were scared to death by Charles and Hei Wei who chased them tens of meters away.
Back home, Tang Miao immediately opened the book to study. Aunt Chun felt that his attention was good, and he made the dishes into ready-made dishes for dinner. When time was tight when going out to do tasks, she could make do with it. She also took a book to read. In the past few days, he is also thinking about making sweet potatoes into sweet potato fries. Everyone is used to eating good things. It’s okay to eat sweet potatoes once in a while. It can also be used as a convenience food.
Two days later, when it was time for the workers to hand over their work, Tang Miao and Tang Sihuang drove to the appointed place with food to pick up the ready-made bows and arrows. Tang Chun and Tang Wu also went there to help.
After waiting in place for a while, people came over one after another with ready-made arrows.
Tang Wu asked everyone to line up one by one, and roughly checked the length of the arrow. It was indeed more than 30 centimeters. He nodded to Tang Sihuang. Tang Chun was responsible for counting the arrows. Tang Chun wondered whether he had taken out enough food from the car.
Boss Tang sat in the driver's seat idly, with his left foot on the ground and his right foot on his left leg, holding a pen and a notebook to keep accounts. This was the easiest job. Seeing him idle, Tang Miao deliberately gave It's Zhao Ke's business.
"265." Tang Wu counted one person's arrows and put them on the back seat.
"1.5 divided by 100, then multiplied by 256, 3.84 catties." Tang Miao flexibly pressed the calculator.
Tang Chun immediately weighed 3.84 catties of sweet potatoes and potatoes, and the man quickly took a bag and ran away, throwing it tightly.
Sweet potatoes and potatoes are big, put a few on the scale, there may be a lot more or a lot less, if there are too many, replace the big one with a small one, and add some pre-peeled corn kernels until it is just right. I can't say anything bad, Aunt Chun is careful, and she reminded me to peel the corn kernels beforehand.
A sturdy man looked at the people in front of and behind him, and said triumphantly: "Hahaha... you are all less than me, and I made 600 of them by myself!"
His voice was very loud, Tang Miao glanced at it casually, and sure enough, he saw a large bundle in his arms, and it was his turn for the other two.