Chapter 18

"What did my sister-in-law say? The first day of junior high school will be here soon, and you can return it to me in three days." Wang Xiaojun said it very easily. A thread of [-] copper coins can make about [-] nets. Only do it when it is inconvenient for the child to be awake.

"That's right, Auntie, just buy colored thread for Aunt Wang after the Daji is sold." Tian Xiaohe didn't care too much about it, she wanted to borrow money directly, but she still doesn't know what is lacking in this era , and can only follow their old path for the time being.

Tian nodded, and when the concession was over, Wang Xiaojun smiled and turned to leave.

Tian watched her leave, then returned to the room, stroked a few colored threads, and started to move, while Xiaodou and Maimai watched very seriously, as if they really wanted to learn.

Tian Xiaohe watched carefully from the side, and after a while, he also got his hands on it, but the style of the nets he typed out was quite different from Tian's.

"Xiaohe, mother just remembered that our house is short of a basket, so you start slowly, and mother will go out and cut some vines and weave two more baskets."

After finishing the two nets, Tian looked at the one in the elder daughter's hand, then touched the heads of the two little ones, and said, "Take care of my brother and sister, mother will be back soon."

Tian Xiaohe nodded in response, and continued to work hard. The sweltering weather made her feel even more depressed, and her palms were sweating, but she had to be patient and continue.

Manual work can be said to be a job that does not consume intelligence. In modern times, this kind of work is only done by those elderly women. Even if they work for a day, they can't get much money.

When he lived in the countryside when he was a child, Tian Xiaohe remembered that his grandmother often held a flower needle with a hook, and hooked and hooked to weave beautiful bags, clothes, tablecloths, seat covers and other hand-made products.

However, after being busy for a month, the manual cost is only about [-] yuan, which is really laborious and time-consuming.

Tian Xiaohe finally made the first net, and patted it flat and shook it towards Tian Fangfang who just came back. With the childishness of a child, he asked braggingly: "Mother, look at what I made. Does it look good? This How much can a net sell for?"

"Hmm. It's very pretty." Tian tilted her head, glanced over, and suddenly her eyes lit up. This style is really beautiful, and then she praised, "My Xiaohe is very good, well-made, and the style is novel. Maybe It can be sold for three dollars."

"It's only three dollars..." Tian Xiaohe said disappointedly, the price is really fucking cheap, after a long time, the one he finally finished is only worth three dollars!If the cost is removed, isn't that the rhythm of starvation?

"What's the matter? This one of yours is much better than the two made by my mother. The style of my mother's is old. It's not bad if you can sell it for a dollar." Tian put down the things, wiped off the dust from his hands, and compared them. .

"Ah? One money?" Tian Xiaohe looked at it, and it was okay if one was worth three.It seems that the price of modern handicrafts is not very low, but if the modern style is brought in and it is considered a new style, is this considered creative money?
With a flash in Tian Xiaohe's mind, Tian Xiaohe took a few threads of different colors and began to weave a pendant with the word "auspicious".

"Sister is really amazing." Qian Mai also fiddled with one, and said something admiringly. Qian Xiaodou, who was slightly older, pursed her lips and continued to fight with the colored thread in her hand. He really wanted to make something beautiful like his sister. .

(End of this chapter)

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