Each craftsman has his or her own unique mark, which can also be understood as a production method. Although her great grandfather brought her into the industry, this line of work depends entirely on intuition. Even though she was taught by her great grandfather, the finished products they made were different.

To exaggerate a little, every high-end imitation made by her looks just like her children, and she can recognize them at a glance.

No wonder it looked so familiar just now.

This thing was not in her memory. It was made during the ten years she disappeared.

In other words, during the ten years she disappeared, she most likely went to the mainland!

In this line of work, you can't ask directly where something comes from. She could only ask in a roundabout way.

"Boss, judging from your accent, you don't sound like you're from Shenzhen. You sound like you're from Hubei Province. We're from the same hometown!"

As soon as the boss heard her speaking in the Huzhou dialect, he immediately started speaking in the Huzhou dialect as well.

Fang Zongtang: "I'm from Dawa Village, Lianhuagang. Where are you from?"

The boss knew Lianhuagang, so his tone became a little more friendly.

"I'm from Huanglonggang, and our homes are very close!"

She continued, "I came here with my parents when I was very young. I haven't been back for more than ten years. I don't know if there have been many changes there."

Boss: "I haven't been back for more than ten years. I don't have a house in my hometown anymore. I have no place to live if I go back. I don't recognize anyone."

Fang Zongtang sighed, "I don't know if the people I knew when I was a child are still around. My parents took us to work in several places, and I don't even know the way home anymore."

The boss sighed: "I know the way, but I don't want to go back. People in our line of work often go to

Fang Zongtang had a rough idea in his mind.

"Boss, this bottle is really beautiful. How much is it? We are from the same hometown. I will take care of your business!"

As soon as the boss heard about business, he immediately returned to his smart state.

"If someone else wants to buy it, I will definitely ask him for five or six thousand. You are my fellow villager, so for our sake, I will take three hundred!"

three hundred?

What she made is only worth three hundred?

"It's too expensive. Can it be cheaper? It's not easy for everyone to live out there."

The boss looked embarrassed: "Life is not easy for everyone. I ran to the mountains and carried this back. I climbed over several mountains. The family asked for 280 yuan. I just earned your hard-earned money. It's really not much!"

She looked at it again with reluctance, and finally put it down.

"Let me think about it. Will you come here tomorrow?"

When the boss heard that there was no hope, he quickly said, "I may not be here tomorrow. I often go out to collect things. Maybe I won't come here tomorrow."

She looked hesitant and said awkwardly, "I only have fifty dollars on me."

This time the boss was very firm.

"Fifty dollars is definitely not enough. You should go back and think about it again!"

She walked away with a look of regret on her face.

"Brother Zongtang, what's the name of that little bottle?"

Fang Zongtang told him the truth.

"I did."

Huang Lin turned around and went back, but she immediately turned around and kicked him.

"Where are you going?"

Huang Lin said seriously: "I'll go buy it back!"

She was so disappointed that she said, "Don't get in the way. I'm saving the bottle for catching bigger fish."

Huang Lin hurried back, holding his leg obediently.

"Brother Zongtang, how do you want to fish?"

There's no rush for this matter.

"Walk around a bit more and we'll talk later when we get back!"

Huang Lin was thinking about the small bottle, so he looked back and remembered the location of the stall.