Song Jialin packed up her things and went out in the morning. She spent 20 yuan to rent a house for three months.

The rent is so expensive in such a remote mountain area, no wonder it can’t be rented out.

If this house wasn't right next to Jiang Li's, she wouldn't even want this piece of junk!

In the afternoon, Song Jialin took her wallet, closed the store door again, and called the clerk Sister Yang to help her move things.

Song Jialin was busy shopping and paying, while Sister Yang followed behind her, helping her carry the bags.

Song Jialin bought all the things and asked Sister Yang to deliver them to the mountain in the afternoon.

Sister Yang had never been to Jiangjia Village and found it after asking for directions everywhere.

After having dinner at home, Song Jialin said hello to her father and went out.

"Dad, I'm going to a friend's house to play for a few days. I won't be back in the next few days."

"Which friend's house are you going to again? Don't you even tell me clearly? Where should I find you then?"

Before Song Baoshun could say anything, Zhang Yuhua became worried. Even though she knew her daughter disliked her, she still couldn't help but interrupt.

"Don't meddle in my affairs. You don't have to worry about where I go. Just take care of my dad at home."

Song Jialin's attitude towards her mother was very cold, but Zhang Yuhua had long been accustomed to it and was completely unaware of her daughter's cold words.

"That's right, my daughter is grown up now and has her own ideas. Just take care of yourself and don't worry too much about Jialin's affairs."

Song Baoshun spoke, and Zhang Yuhua was choked again with words in her heart.

"Thank you, Dad. You are the best to me."

Song Jialin hugged Song Baoshun's arm and shook it gently. Zhang Yuhua looked at her, and Song Jialin immediately rolled her eyes at her impatiently.

"What are you looking at? Clean the table quickly after dinner. Don't just stand there all day. Dad, am I right?"

Song Jialin changed her tone twice in a short period of time, and Zhang Yuhua was stunned, but Song Baoshun felt that his daughter was right.

"Yes, yes, my daughter is right!"

Zhang Yuhua stared blankly at the intimate interaction between the father and daughter, then looked at herself who was all alone, and felt a little uncomfortable.

After dinner, Song Jialin left with her small bag.

The reason why she chose to go up the mountain at night was because of the stupid thing Zhang Yuhua did.

She was such a grown-up, but she tried to pick up a child in broad daylight. Not only did she not get the child, she was also driven out of the village. I really don't know what to say to her.

Song Jialin was furious when she thought of this incident. She didn't want to repeat the same mistake, so she planned to go there quietly.

The reason why she didn't tell Zhang Yuhua was because she had a bad reputation in Jiangjia Village. Otherwise, if she kept her around to help with some chores, she would have a much easier time.

In the afternoon, Jiang Li was still taking care of the baby in the room when several people came and knocked on the door.

"My niece is taking care of the kids, so it's the same if you tell me anything."

Zhang Guocai was sitting under the eaves, weaving a basket quickly, with a pipe in his mouth.

The baskets he weaves have different shapes and uses each time.

The person knocking on the door was attracted by his skillful weaving skills and asked casually.

"Your baskets are very well woven. How much do you plan to sell them for?"

"The big ones are two yuan each, the medium ones are one yuan each, and the small ones are only fifty cents."

Zhang Guocai has woven many shapes, some of which are simple baskets, and others have many shapes of winnowing baskets.

These things vary in size and time and effort.

Zhang Guocai didn't like weaving before, thinking it was a waste of time and easy to hurt his hands. But he has been doing it more often recently and gradually got the feel for it, and his skills have become more and more proficient. Unexpectedly, some villagers took the initiative to ask about it.

At this time, Zhang Guocai didn't think much about it. He felt that he couldn't make much money from these manual work, so he didn't have any expectations in his heart.

"What is that you made up? Can I have a look at it?"

Someone pointed at the double-seated basket woven by Zhang Guocai and asked curiously, and Zhang Guocai quickly waved his hand.

"This is a double basket for my nephew and grandson to sit in. I'm not selling it. You wouldn't need it if I sold it to you."

"What about that one? It looks pretty unique. Would you like to sell it?"

The villager was pointing to a duck-shaped box, which looked very novel.

"This is a box. My niece drew a picture for me to knit."

Zhang Guocai praised this box highly.

"This box is quite difficult to weave, and it looks very strange."

As he introduced the box, the villagers' attention was drawn to it.

"How much do you plan to sell this for?"

"This may not look big, but it's quite difficult to knit. I originally wanted it for two yuan, but since this is my first order today, I'll give it 1.5 yuan if you really want it."

Zhang Guocai is currently short of money and all his food, clothing and accommodation are at his niece's house. If he doesn't make some more money, he will really feel embarrassed to eat and drink for free.

In particular, his niece cooked delicious food for him every day and provided him with enough meals every day. Zhang Guocai was reluctant to let such a good niece suffer any hardship.

Jiang Li taught Zhang Guocai these jargons. Zhang Guocai learned a few of them. At first he was not used to them, but now he can say them fluently. His words made the villagers eager to try them.

"Then get me one. My wife will definitely like this style when I take it back."

1.5 yuan is not cheap, but when the villagers thought about making 50 cents by buying things, they were immediately tempted.

The completion of the first transaction further stimulated the purchasing desire of others.

"How much is this little dustpan? It's so small, is it fifty cents?"

"This dustpan isn't small, it's at least medium-sized. I originally wanted to sell it for one dollar, but if you really like it, you can take it for fifty cents. But don't tell anyone else, or you'll be out of business."

After Zhang Guocai said this, the man immediately paid 50 cents happily and bought a small winnowing basket.

Zhang Guocai knitted a total of 8 items, and sold 5 of them in just a short time.

He didn't dare count the money in front of everyone, but he secretly estimated in his mind that he made a total of six dollars from these five items.

Zhang Guocai, whose pockets were cleaner than his face, straightened his back instantly and his attitude towards everyone became much better.

"Why aren't you leaving after buying something? Is there anything else?"

"Yes, do you still have the yam glutinous rice cake that Jiang Li gave me before?"

Zhang Guocai took a closer look and found that these people were the families to whom Jiang Yi had sent yam glutinous rice cakes before.

He frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "Could it be that these people still feel it's not enough after eating, and are actively coming over to ask for more? They all look fine, this shouldn't be possible, right? They can't be so shameless, right?"

Zhang Guocai remained silent for a long time. Everyone realized that there might be ambiguity in their words. Zhang Guocai must have misunderstood. He quickly waved his hands and explained, "It's not what you think. We don't take it for free. If the price is right, we would like to buy some to give away!"