slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 94
Cang Hai is very embarrassed now, what he said to Li Licheng at the beginning will definitely sell well, who knows that it has been posted on the Internet for almost a week, and no one has even asked.

In fact, at this time, Cang Hai was a bit of a meat eater in his heart. He thought that a basket like this at 600 yuan was not expensive, but others didn't think so.

As for the quality of Li Licheng's basket weaving, it is really first-class, and it goes without saying that it is exquisite. Where is Guan Jian if it cannot be sold? Families who can afford it don't like it, because this thing is not famous at all. Since it is not famous, why don't people buy it for 60 or [-] yuan a piece, and it will cost ten times the money to buy your thing.

Doesn't it mean that it can't be sold if it can't be high?
Standing under the eaves of his own house, Cang Hai looked at the two little swallows flying out of the flying rice, while talking on the phone with Qi Yue.

"That stuff of yours is pretty good, but who would buy it for ordinary people, are you blind?" Qi Yue's words were quite blunt, directly hitting Cang Hai's old face.

Cang Hai still explained to himself: "It took the old man a few days to get one, isn't it worth hundreds of dollars?"

"Anyway, no one from my side buys it, and no one is interested in it, that is, your godmother is going to take care of your godson's business, and no one else is interested," Qi Yue said.

Cang Hai watched the two little swallows flying above his head, and kept chirping.After the hard work of the two little swallows, the swallow pot has been completed, and now the two little swallows are picking something into the bird's nest, which is something to keep warm, like now, Cang Hai saw a little swallow holding a Pinu Mao, I don't know if it's on the chick or the duckling, and happily placed it in his nest.

"It's okay, I'll hang up, our swallows are building their nests."

"What does your swallow take care of your business? Don't hang up, I have something to talk to you here." Qi Yue immediately raised her voice a few degrees on the other end.

Cang Hai's attention was still on his bird's nest: "Say".

"I'll send you a picture later, you can ask the old man if you can make it up, if you can make it up for me, I'll pay for it!" Qi Yue said.

"Okay, but you have to pay first," Cang Hai agreed casually.

"Okay, it's only a few hundred dollars, you still worry about such a small amount of money, you have money and become a cheapskate," Qi Yue said angrily.

"You are not my daughter-in-law, why should I give you money?" Cang Hai continued to look at the little swallow, wondering if he could see the flowers in the little swallow's nest after watching for so long.

Qi Yue said directly: "My old lady dares to marry me, do you dare to marry me?"

"Don't dare, dare not!" Cang Hai shuddered when he thought of marrying Qi Yue back and the two had a baby, and said repeatedly.

"Remember, I hung up and went to watch a movie." Qi Yue hung up the phone directly after finishing speaking.

Cang Hai put the phone back into his pocket, looked at the bird's nest again, then looked at the light rain outside the window, and couldn't help but sighed: "It's endless, the rain this year is a bit weird."

It is not only Cang Hai who is talking about this now, but the old people in the whole village are talking about this matter. Generally speaking, the rainy season is just a few episodes intermittently. From Cang Hai's memory, there has never been a heavy rain that lasted more than half a day. When the rainy season comes, it is called a turbulent one. It has been almost two months, and the rain has hardly stopped. No matter how big or small, there are always some raindrops in the sky.

Ding Dong!

He lowered his head and took out his phone to have a look, only to find that the picture Qi Yue sent to him had appeared.

Looking at the picture, Cang Hai found that there were several small bags on the picture, to be precise, several small Kun bags made of bamboo. They were small in size, square and round, and they were all small bags carried by women anyway, so they were just lost, but It looks quite cumbersome, and in terms of craftsmanship, it is much higher than Cang Hai's basket.

"Ping An, stay at home, I'll go to Grandpa Li's house to talk about something" Cang Hai said to Ping An who was playing with Tie Tou and Hu Tou in the house.

Ping An responded, Cang Hai went out, because the rain was light and the two families were close, so he didn't bring an umbrella, so he arrived at the entrance of Li Licheng's kiln directly in the rain.

"Is Grandpa Li at home?"

"I'm here! I'm grinding soybeans at Kengdangmen!" Qiu Shanghua's voice came from inside the room.

Dangmen refers to the ground of the main room. As soon as Cang Hai opened the door and entered, he saw Li Licheng squatting on the ground, holding a small spoon in one hand and pushing a small stone grinding plate in the other. Soaked soybeans.

Seeing Cang Hai come in, Li Licheng put down the spoon in his hand, wiped his wet hands on his apron: "Haiwazi, what's the matter?"

"I have something to ask you, by the way, are you going to make tofu?" Cang Hai asked.

Li Licheng said: "Well, I'm going to make a little. Now the road is blocked, and it's too troublesome to go to the town, so I make some tofu and wait for it. I will send two yuan to each family, and you will have it too."

"Thank you, Grandpa Li. I'm talking about business. Take a look at these pictures, can you edit them?"

Speaking of which, Cang Hai squatted beside Li Licheng, turned on the phone, and handed it to Li Licheng.

Li Licheng took the phone, glanced at it, and then frowned. About ten seconds later, Li Licheng stretched out his finger and scribbled on his knee, and began to gesticulate.

Cang Hai waited patiently for a while, and within a minute Cang Hai felt a little bored, but picked up a spoon, added soybeans into the small stone mill, and began to turn the small hand mill, and after a few turns, the soaked soybean milk It overflowed around the small millstone, and the overflowing white soybean milk flowed along the base of the millstone to the drainage groove below, and then dripped into a small basin through a small mouth.

Qiu Shanghua came out of the house, saw Cang Hai grinding soybean milk, and his old man was squatting with "nothing to do" and immediately said: "You old man, why do you ask Hai Wazi to grind soybean milk for you!"

"It's okay, I have something to do."

"Woman, what are you talking about!" Li Licheng was very upset at being interrupted, glared at Qiu Shanghua, and continued to look down at the picture on the phone.

Only then did Qiu Shanghua realize that her old man was looking at Cang Hai's cell phone, so she smiled and turned around, picked up the curtain and went out the door.

After grinding two more spoonfuls of beans, Li Licheng raised his hand.

"This, this, and this are no big problems, but I can't guarantee the last two," Li Licheng said.

"It's enough to have three, and you can do the remaining two if you can. If you can't do it, don't do it. I'll ask you for the money later. Do you think it's 800 yuan for one?" Cang Hai said.

"what?"

"not enough?"

Li Licheng immediately waved his hand and said, "You said someone paid 800 yuan for such a small thing?"

"Don't be too happy, once you buy and sell, you don't want to do it next time, just finish this order and it's over," Cang Hai said.

Qi Yue is not someone who is short of money, 800 yuan is nothing to her, so Canghai is naturally willing to do it, and treats this girl as helping the poor, so as not to keep going to the United States to buy those impractical gadgets, and even one of them is worthless. It is tens of thousands, contributing to the US economy.

"It's not a lot at one time. How big is this thing? If you slap two palms together, someone will give you 800 yuan?" Li Licheng was a little unbelievable. He felt that there was no such stupid person in this world who could pay [-] yuan for such a small thing.

Li Licheng doesn't know that there are many stupid people in this world. As long as they are good enough, the colorful plastic bags carried by Chinese farmers and workers can be put on the fashion show and put on a tag to sell them. several thousand.

Sometimes you have to rob if you want to buy it.

While the two were talking, Qiu Shanghua's voice came from the door: "Brother Hu, what are you doing?"

Hu Shijie's voice came over: "Look for your family, Licheng, I am going to divide the family here, and set up Ping'an as a separate household, and ask him to be a witness."

"Oh, our master is in the kiln, and Haiwazi is also there."

"That's right, I don't have to go to his house."

Hearing the commotion outside, Cang Hai and Li Licheng came out.

Hu Shijie, who happened to come in through the curtain, almost bumped into Li Licheng.

"Go home," Hu Shijie said, taking two steps back.

Glancing at Cang Hai, Hu Shijie asked, "Where is it safe?"

"at my house"

"Go back and call him up." After Hu Shijie finished speaking, he gestured for Li Licheng to go with him with his hands behind his back.

Cang Hai went home and called Ping An, of course, as soon as they left the house, Tie Tou and Hu Tou naturally followed behind them, and the two of them walked towards Hu Shijie's house like this.

When he arrived at Hu Shijie's house, Cang Hai picked up the curtain and went in. The good guy was almost smoked by the smoke in the kiln. Several old smoking guns were puffing out the clouds inside, which turned a kiln into a fairy cave. Winding.

Stretching out his hand to hang half of the curtain, Cang Hai found the place nearest to the door and squatted down, Ping An touched Cang Hai's left hand, Tie Tou touched Cang Hai's right hand, and Hu Tou lay on his stomach. Under the eaves outside the door, I turned my head to look east and west.

The atmosphere in the kiln was a bit depressing. No one in the kiln spoke. The elders of every family in the village had arrived. Generally speaking, they were elders. The only Cang Hai was the head of the family even though he was alone. The contribution of the village also deserves this status.

Ping'an's Niang Laozi squatted inside, her face was gloomy and she didn't say a word, she seemed a little unhappy.

Hu Shijie's expression at this time was a bit of a general's demeanor, he was smoking a cigarette in a calm and clear manner, and glanced across the field from time to time.

"Everyone is here. I am here today to let you all be witnesses. Although our village is called Sijiaping Village, we are not outsiders. My mother's surname is Li, and my grandma's surname is Cang. The second aunt's surname is Wei, and any single surname in our Sijiaping is broken bones and tendons, and several generations are cousins."

Here in Canghai’s hometown, aunts and bitches are relatives by blood, and they retain a deep patriarchal tradition. Simply put, if the uncle dies, the relatives are still alive, and the nephew’s son and uncle’s grandson can still talk about their relatives. , but if the aunt on the mother's side dies, the third generation can't ignore the relatives.

This thing is completely a product of patriarchal society.

So speaking from the old theory, these four family flats are really discussed. They are all relatives, but the relatives are a little far away, but no matter how far they are, they are still relatives. The elders value this very much.

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