Zhang Guocai came to the market to sell bamboo shoes. It was not a good idea to leave these things there, so he had to clean them up as soon as possible.

After this sale, he didn't plan to do it again. He worked so hard every day, but it was thankless and he almost lost his life. He only earned 100 yuan in more than a week.

If I really ruin my health, it won’t be enough to cover the cost of medicine and hospitalization.

Zhang Guocai had just put the things on the table when someone came up to ask.

Zhang Guocai asked for three yuan a pair, mainly because he had suffered huge losses before, so Zhang Guocai deliberately set a high price out of revenge.

The result was that many people asked about the bamboo shoes he wove, but few actually bought them.

Zhang Guocai waited for more than an hour and only sold two pairs of bamboo shoes.

Zhang Guocai was suddenly a little discouraged, but he was also reluctant to lower the price.

Just when he was in a dilemma, a young man dressed very fashionably walked towards him with surprise.

"Oh, it's these bamboo shoes. They're so comfortable to wear and very popular in our provincial capital!"

Zhang Guocai frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled, because the bamboo shoes he made were modified according to Jiang Li's drawings.

Both the bamboo processing method and the weaving method are the latest.

It shouldn't be possible for it to circulate to the provincial capital so quickly. How did this young man know about it?

Could it be that someone cracked his technology and wove shoes just like his?

Zhang Guocai was still confused when the young man spoke happily again.

"These bamboo shoes are novel in style, cool and breathable, and they don't make your feet smell. They were very popular in our provincial capital a while ago. Unfortunately, they've been sold out for a long time. No one has brought them to sell for several days."

The young man sighed continuously, and after a while he remembered that he had forgotten to ask the most important point.

"Brother, how much are you selling these bamboo shoes for?"

"Three dollars a pair?"

Zhang Guocai didn't have any hope at all, but lowering the price was impossible.

“Three pieces???”

The young man widened his eyes in surprise, then hugged the pile of shoes with joy.

"I want them all! How much are your baskets? Sell them to me too?"

Zhang Guocai has a total of 50 pairs of bamboo shoes and 10 bamboo bags. He originally thought that he couldn't sell them, but he met a young man who bought them all in one go.

"Here are 50 pairs of shoes. The basket is 10 yuan, so the total is 160 yuan. Do you want these bamboo bags? If you do, they're 3 yuan each. I'll sell them all to you."

Zhang Guocai quickly calculated the bill, and the young man took out his wallet and gave him 190 yuan on the spot.

"Yes, I want them all!"

The young man stuffed the money into Zhang Guocai's hand and ran with the basket, fearing that if he ran too slowly, Zhang Guocai would not sell the things to him.

Zhang Guocai looked at the young man's exaggerated performance and quickly took the money and counted it.

After confirming that there was no counterfeit or rotten money and the amount was correct, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Guocai had just put the money in his pocket and was about to get up and leave.

The young man who had just run away excitedly came back dragging a basket.

Zhang Guocai quickly covered his pockets and looked at him vigilantly.

"Didn't you leave? Why are you back?"

Zhang Guocai had finally sold the item at a high price, and was afraid that the man would go back on his word, so he was extremely vigilant.

"Don't worry, I'm not going back on my word. I just want to leave you my contact information. If you get a good response with these things, we can work together in the future."

"Oh, by the way, my name is Lin Jianhui. I usually live in the provincial capital and like to tinker with small businesses. I think the bamboo shoes you make are really good, and I really want to cooperate with you."

Lin Jianhui looked at Zhang Guocai sincerely. Although Zhang Guocai was a little wary, he thought that the things had been sold and it would be useless even if the other party went back on their word.

He was still hesitating, and Lin Jianhui told him some more about his own situation. His attitude was sincere and friendly. Zhang Guocai's current customers were relatively scattered, and the number of orders each day varied, so he also wanted to have a stable customer base.

After hesitating for a long time, he left the address and phone number of the village committee to Lin Jianhui.

As for his niece's address, he would not reveal it easily to ensure their safety.

If Lin Jianhui really wants to find him, then he can go through the village committee and let the village committee people take him there. This will avoid a lot of trouble.

Lin Jianhui took a look at the address and although he was a little confused, he nodded and accepted it.

"Okay, I'll take the things back first. I'll contact you when there's a suitable opportunity later."

Lin Jianhui waved to Zhang Guocai, then walked back with a smile on his face, dragging his things.

Zhang Guocai watched him walk away and felt much more relaxed this time.

After earning more than 100 yuan at once, Zhang Guocai started purchasing in large quantities again.

My niece works very hard taking care of the children every day and also has to make pastries frequently.

I need to buy some nutritional supplements for her, and also buy some raw materials to take back.

Some time ago, he was deceived by Pan Aiju and only focused on knitting every day. He didn't do housework and didn't buy anything new for the house.

The niece silently cooked for him every day, bought him delicious food and drinks, and took care of him for so long without any complaints.

Zhang Guocai feels very guilty when he thinks about it now. How could he treat his relatives like this for an outsider?

The more Zhang Guocai blamed himself for spending money, the more generous he became. He first went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things, and then went to the black market to buy all kinds of good things.

I spent all the 190 yuan and filled up the entire cart. Then I drove the cart home feeling satisfied.

Fortunately, he still has a home in this world.

His family is waiting for him to return, and if he takes the wrong way, his family will silently take care of him. It feels so good.

Zhang Guocai hummed a little tune along the way and was in a good mood.

When he returned home pulling a cart full of bags, he saw a porcelain jar in the corner of the yard from a distance.

I didn't have this thing at home before, so where did it come from and what is it used for?

Zhang Guocai thought quickly, and soon he came up with a not-so-good possibility.

Could it be...

Zhang Guocai quickly pushed the door open and went in, throwing the things in the yard without even bothering to take care of them.

He knocked on Jiang Li's door anxiously, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her coming out of the room rubbing her eyes.

"Thank goodness you're okay, otherwise I would be worried to death."

Zhang Guocai stared at her eyes again and again, making sure there was no swelling or mist, and knew that she had not cried.

"Uncle, you're back? I'm fine, what could possibly happen to me?"

"I saw it, I saw the porcelain jar outside. Is that your father's?"

"These are my father's remains. I can't handle them alone with the child, so I'm waiting for you and your brother to come back so that you can take him up the mountain together."

When Jiang Li said this, his voice was a little hoarse and his mood was a little low.