[Ding dong! Bamboo woven rectangular gift box, semi-finished product, no lining, suggested retail price between 10-15 yuan.]
The familiar mechanical sound rang in Shiyue's ears.
At the same time, Ming'er's reply appeared on the screen: "Can we give you 12 yuan for each of these?"
Shiyue is very satisfied.
I think Ming'er is a fairly honest person.
As a result, the communication between the two sides became increasingly smooth.
Shiyue didn't dare make any promises to Ming'er, only telling her that she would have to ask the person who made the gift box how many jobs he could take.
Knowing that only one person could make this kind of gift box, Ming'er was clearly a little disappointed.
Then she sent Shiyue a bunch of pictures of gift boxes of different shapes and sizes, asking Shiyue to show them to her master.
If possible, please ask the craftsman to make a sample. They will then quote a price based on the standard.
Ming'er said they need at least fifty of those gift boxes, and preferably a hundred.
The deadline can be flexible, delivery within a month is fine. Let Shiyue ask if it can be completed.
Shiyue agreed.
Although she agreed, Shiyue didn't feel optimistic.
Back then, Sun Erhu put aside all his other work and focused solely on weaving, which is how he managed to weave one gift box a day.
One month, thirty days...
Let alone a hundred, even fifty would be difficult to complete.
The next day, Shiyue got up very early and found that Yu Chuxia was already up and busy in the kitchen.
She found it strange and went over to ask, "Chu Xia, why are you up so early?"
By this early summer, a pot of steamed buns and cornbread had already been heated up and was being taken out.
She was so busy that she didn't even turn her head, and just said to Shiyue, "My brother is so annoying. He insists that his educated youth settlement now has a kitchen and they can cook there. He says he won't come to our place to eat anymore."
He's a complete lunatic! There are six people sharing one stove over there, and everyone's food is separate. Just getting food done takes almost an hour of queuing!
My second brother and Professor Liang ate with them! They didn't eat, and neither did Professor Liang.
I was thinking of getting up early to cook meals for my second brother and Professor Liang and send them over.
I don't care what my brother and his family do with it; let them do whatever they want!
But I can't let my second brother and the others go hungry.
Yu Chuxia's words were incoherent, but Shiyue still understood them.
She meant that He Lixuan and the other two would no longer eat with her; they would have to cook for themselves at the educated youth settlement.
Although this was something the group had agreed upon long ago, Shiyue still felt a little strange upon hearing the news.
She spent so much time with He Lixuan yesterday, but he didn't say a single word to her.
When was this decision made?
However, seeing Yu Chuxia's grumbling expression, Shiyue didn't ask any further questions.
She also took some pickled vegetables from her own pickle jar and asked Chuxia to deliver them to Professor Liang and the others.
She then hurriedly went to the brigade leader's house with the gift box design she had specially copied from the picture Ming'er had given her yesterday.
Shiyue arrived quite early, but almost missed meeting Sun Yongfu and his son.
She stopped the three men who were about to leave: "Captain Uncle, Erhu Brother, wait a minute, I need to talk to you."
"What's the matter that you have to say so early in the morning? I still need to go and supervise those educated youths going to work!"
Sun Yongfu said somewhat reluctantly.
Shiyue smiled and nudged his arm, pushing him into the house, saying, "Oh dear, Uncle Captain, what time is it? Let them have a peaceful meal. After you went over there, I saw those educated youths eating their pancakes up their noses. You have no idea how scary you are when you have a stern face!"
Sun Sanping, who had followed him in, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Sun Yongfu glared at his youngest son and scolded him, "Your sister Shiyue has something to discuss with me and your second brother. Why are you getting involved?"
Go find the deputy captain and tell him to keep an eye on those educated youths. They can't be allowed to slack off; the most important thing is to make sure they're working.
I'm afraid they'll damage my farm tools.
With the seeds brought back, spring planting naturally began.
Today is the first day of spring plowing. The educated youth had never done this kind of work before, so it's normal for the team leader to be nervous.
Shiyue didn't respond to that. After watching Sun Sanping run away, she pulled the father and son to sit down by the millstone in the yard.
Then he said, "Captain, I have something to report to you."
Seeing how serious Shi Yue's tone was, Sun Yongfu sat up straight and looked at her warily: "What is it now?"
Shiyue smiled: "Great news!"
She said, "Uncle Captain, you know we went to the county yesterday, right? I mainly went to call my Uncle Shen. I've been back for so long, I had to let him know I'm safe."
Sun Yongfu knew about this, and he nodded.
"My Uncle Shen has been transferred to the provincial capital's food factory as the Party Secretary. Did I tell you this before?" Shi Yue asked knowingly.
"No."
Sun Yongfu immediately perked up: "Going to be the Party Secretary at the food factory? That's a great place!"
A hint of envy appeared in his eyes.
Sun Yongfu didn't really understand when he first learned that Shen Yuanbai was the university president.
After all, no matter how high-ranking an official is, they can only help people get into university; they don't earn a living or eat, and you can't really have any dealings with them.
But the Party Secretary of the food factory was different.
The Party Secretary is a ***!
That's a huge amount of privilege.
Just as Sun Yongfu was pondering whether he could use Shiyue to get some benefits for the team, he heard Shiyue continue, "When I went to my Uncle Shen's house last time, I brought the bamboo box that Erhu made, and Uncle Shen liked it very much!"
When I called yesterday, he specifically asked if Brother Erhu could weave more. He said if we could weave a hundred within a month, their factory could place an order with us and buy them all!
“One hundred!” Sun Yongfu suddenly raised his head: “What do you need so many of those boxes for?”
Shiyue deliberately shrugged, pretending not to care: "Who knows what those city people are thinking? Uncle Shen said they want to use it to hold things as gift boxes."
I'd heard of Sun Yongfu's gift boxes before, but that's all ancient history.
Before liberation, he had seen landlords and wealthy people in the city take it when visiting relatives.
I can't believe people still use those things nowadays.
However, these are not things he needs to focus on.
Sun Yongfu looked at his son, who had been silent all along, and asked, "Erhu, starting today, you don't need to go to work. Just stay home and weave those boxes. Weave a hundred by the end of the month. Can you do that?"
Sun Yongfu was surprised that his usually obedient son shook his head and said, "I can't do it. Dad, even if I worked day and night, even if I grew two more hands, I still couldn't make this many."
Sun Yongfu glared at his son.
Shiyue sighed quietly.
This was something she had expected.
So she said, "Brother Erhu, if you're only allowed to weave them and no other chores are done, and everyone else does all the splitting and baking, how many can you make in a month?"
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