"Alternatively, bamboo umbrellas are fine too; I'll paint the umbrella surface!"

"And there are paintings in bamboo baskets!"

"Including your and your mom's white sneakers, all kinds of bags, I can help you beautify them!"

Mr. Lin was lost in thought.

"Dad, that's about enough. Don't forget, you still have several acres of vineyards," Lin Anshu reminded him.

"It's alright, I can ask someone to help later," Mr. Lin waved his hand.

Since his bamboo weaving online store business got on track, he has gradually become more financially secure.

The crew came to film him last time and left him 15,000 yuan.

He earned several thousand yuan from those screens, plus the bamboo handicrafts he sold during that time.

Adding them up bit by bit, it adds up to more than 20,000 yuan.

Of that, 20,000 was handed over to Lin's mother.

He kept the remaining few thousand dollars for himself.

Aside from buying himself some painting supplies and books on bamboo weaving and rattan weaving techniques, he put all the rest of his money into his personal savings account.

Anyway, he neither smoked nor drank often.

Having that money wouldn't be of much use.

Even now, people are still ordering custom bamboo products from him through his online store.

The money he earned was more than enough to pay other people's wages.

"Dad, you've finally figured it out."

"Hmm, of course!"

“In that case, let me point you in another direction,” Lin Anshu said.

"What?"

"Would you like to learn about bamboo-woven calligraphy and paintings?"

"As far as I know, a bamboo stalk that costs five yuan a piece could be turned into a bamboo painting and its price could reach 500,000 yuan."

Lin Anshu's words were not an exaggeration.

She saw this in the news.

There is a bamboo weaving master named Chen Yunhua. He once wove a Mona Lisa, which sold for a high price of 500,000 yuan.

But to be fair, their bamboo weaving skills are truly impressive.

The bamboo paintings looked so lifelike and vivid, almost exactly like the real thing.

Her father hadn't picked up the paintbrush before, and he was just starting to learn bamboo weaving.

She didn't say much to her dad.

But now, her dad's whole being screams "I want to study hard and innovate," and I myself am bursting with energy.

She felt it was time to bring up this rather difficult issue and talk to him about it.

"What? A bamboo weaving painting sells for 500,000? What kind is it? Let me see."

Lin Anshu picked up her phone, found the news article she had saved, and handed the phone to her father.

"This one does look quite nice."

"However, it doesn't seem particularly difficult. I'll give it a try later."

"Dad, it's not difficult, only about 80 steps. Good luck, I believe in you!" Lin Anshu said.

"..." Mr. Lin.

After this conversation between father and daughter, Mr. Lin really stopped going out and causing trouble on the main road.

His energy has been refocused on the innovative combination of bamboo weaving and painting.

As for the four-sided screen and numerous custom-made bamboo products that were promised to the production team, they have been successfully delivered within the one-month delivery period.

Besides him, everyone else also received their share of the money they had earned.

Although it wasn't a lot, everyone was happy enough.

Normally, there wouldn't even be an opportunity to earn a few hundred yuan like this.

But now, thanks to Lin Weiyan and his daughter, plus what he earned before, he has already made about a thousand yuan.

And this has only been a short month.

As the weather gets hotter, the sales of cooling mats are expected to increase.

So these days, more or less everyone has started weaving handmade mats.

Of course, they also remembered that they gave the Lin family one yuan for every item they sold.

Not only is Mr. Lin's online store booming, but Ninth Master's homemade sauces are also being ordered by more and more people.

The time Lin Anshu helped Ninth Master order custom glass jars, the crew ordered about sixty jars.

As a result, less than three days later, someone messaged her again, saying that after taking the count, everyone wanted to order another hundred or so bottles.

Among them are fifty or sixty bottles of mushroom sauce, about twenty bottles of chili oil, and about forty bottles of chili meat sauce.

Fortunately, Lin Anshu had ordered 500 glass jars that she had specially commissioned.

Otherwise, it really wouldn't be enough to make enough for the film crew over there.

Lin Anshu was even considering whether to open an online store for Ninth Master as well.

As for the trademark of Ninth Master's sauce and other necessary procedures, she had already completed them after making several trips a few days ago.

However, if he were to open an online store, I'm afraid Ninth Master wouldn't be able to manage it all by himself.

With Ninth Master's capabilities, once he opens an online store, his business will inevitably boom sooner or later.

At that time, the process of making homemade sauce will have to be standardized.

He can't cook it all by himself.

Then we'll have to hire someone to make the sauce and help with bottling it.

Or perhaps it's about buying machines or something.

Just thinking about it makes me feel like it's a hassle.

Upon hearing Lin Anshu's words, Ninth Master immediately shook his head.

"An'an, thank you for your trouble with this."

"According to what you're saying, it's no different from starting a business."

"I'm too old to bother with all that. Besides, I don't really enjoy tinkering with those things."

"It's complicated and troublesome, and it takes a lot of effort to put in."

"What I pursue now is simply to have enough to eat and wear, to be healthy, to have filial children and grandchildren, and to be able to cook one or two meals a day to practice my cooking skills."

"I'm very satisfied when I occasionally make some sauces that people like and sell them to them."

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