After breakfast, the weaving baskets that had been put aside were picked up again. There were still many vegetable baskets that had not been woven. I had woven more than a dozen of them before, and they were all small.

There are three sizes of basket weaving: large, medium and small. The large one can hold 20 kilograms. "What do you think is a reasonable price for this?" He Feng was troubled.

If it’s too cheap, it’s not worthy of such delicious food; if it’s too expensive, ordinary people will hardly be able to afford it.

Nowadays, vegetables cost only a few cents per pound, which is really not of much use. "Why not go for the boutique route and sell them specifically to rich people? Rich people don't care about such a small amount of money and are willing to buy it if it tastes good." He Fengfu said. After all, he had come into contact with rich people when working outside. When they buy Dong Xiaowan, especially those who are kind-hearted, they really don't blink an eye.

"We are not a big city, but a remote small county town. It is not comparable to big cities." He Feng felt helpless. All places are different.

"But the boutique route is fine, but we also have to cater to ordinary people. Who doesn't want to eat delicious food? Well, we can sell it cheaper in bulk, how about 1 yuan per pound?" He Feng thought his idea was very good.

"How do you price the expensive ones?" asked Boss He.

"It's expensive, so we go through the smuggling route. 50 yuan per pound?" He Feng felt that he was asking for too much, but it was a good thing, so he thought it was worth it.

"Let's try this first, and see if it doesn't work." Donghua thought, let's try it first, what if it works! If it doesn't work, it doesn't matter, we can see later.

"Okay, then we have three sizes: large, medium and small. The large basket can hold 20 jin, the medium one 10 jin, and the small one 5 jin. Is that okay?" He Feng told them the weight he had thought of in advance, and based on the corresponding weight, he could weave a bamboo basket of appropriate size.

"No problem." "Okay." "Not bad, not bad." Everyone responded and expressed their agreement.

"Then let's get started. We may not have enough bamboo, so let's try weaving large baskets... let's weave 15. If no one buys them, we can give them to relatives. Medium-sized baskets..." He Feng pondered, not knowing how many would be appropriate.

"Let's make 30 first." Old He finalized.

"Okay, 50 small ones." He Feng felt that this was actually quite a lot, and he would definitely need to borrow a car to sell them when the time comes, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take them away.

Old Mrs. He and Old Man He are both good at weaving baskets, so they are responsible for making the big baskets.

The three He Feng brothers have average skills, but are much better than Donghua. He Ersao is also very good at her work. They are responsible for the medium-sized baskets and four-fifths of the small baskets.

So 10 small baskets were reserved for Donghua to make, oh, and there was also He Luyi who could barely be considered a helper, and He Ming and a few other kids.

He Hongmei is quite skillful and helps Donghua. She is a real helper, while the others are just there to make up the numbers.

After 15 days of hard work, the baskets were woven and the straw mats were ready.

Just waiting for the vegetables to ripen, be packaged, decorated and sold.

During the time I was weaving baskets, all kinds of vegetables grew rapidly and beautifully.

Gradually, results and maturity come into being.

April 29th is market day, but the He family does not go to the market.

There are too many people, so Old He decided to sell vegetables on the 30th, which is tomorrow. There will be fewer people, so it’s not important. After all, it’s not about the number of people, but about finding people who can afford and are willing to buy.

On the morning of the 29th, after having breakfast early, the family took baskets, spread soft wild grass on them, and started picking.

Big and small, everyone is busy.

Oh, the big ones were busy picking, and they wiped them and started eating them. "Third brother, this tomato is so delicious." Donghua looked at the big bright red tomatoes. Some of them looked relatively ugly, but it did not affect their taste.

Of course, when filling a basket, you should choose one that is big, red, sandy and good-looking.

I eat it myself, I don’t care whether it looks good or not, the most important thing is that it tastes good, hehe.

"Well, it's really delicious. It seems to be even better than the ones we had before." He Feng listened to his wife's words, then picked a tomato and took a bite. It was soft and juicy, and the sour and sweet taste was just right. He could even eat a few more!

The couple were like little squirrels, eating quietly and non-stop, their mouths were all red from eating, and there were seeds too, sticking directly to the corners of their mouths.

"Ah, I'm so full." He Feng rubbed his stomach. He hadn't digested his breakfast yet, and now he was really full (′-ω-`).

When he came to his senses and saw his parents picking fruits, He Feng quickly pulled his wife to work.

He Luyi who watched the whole process: Yes or you can!

I really thought that everyone didn’t know and just didn’t expose it. Well, in fact, other people are eating it too.

Old He picked a cucumber directly. It was very crisp and tender.

Boss He took out a sweet potato, tore open the skin, and a white, tender and smooth melon appeared. He took a bite and it was sweet.

This is the kind of melon a man should eat! In one word, sweet!

You eat yours, I eat mine, we eat and pick at the same time, without missing out on either.

Fortunately, the capacity of my stomach is limited, otherwise I would be in trouble and the melon would be eaten up. Oh no!

It’s a good thing that many other foods cannot be eaten raw, otherwise, they would all end up being eaten raw.

After a busy day, I finally picked all the ripe fruits and vegetables.

Three young and strong laborers took up the heavy load and carried it home one by one.

When he got home, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. He Feng carried a big bag of freshly picked vegetables and went to the village chief's house to borrow a tricycle, otherwise there would be so many that he couldn't take them away.

"Knock, knock, knock." "Excuse me, is the village chief home?" He Feng called out directly, "Feng Gu, is your father here?"

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