Chapter 324 To do a good job, one must first have the right tools.



Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered the bamboo curtains and baskets that he had ordered from Ouyang Zhong before the typhoon.

“I’m going to Ou’s house to have him deliver the finished bamboo curtains to the new house.”

He left after saying that, and rushed out the door.

When I arrived at the bamboo craftsman's house, I saw that many bamboo curtains had been made and were piled up in the yard.

Upon further inquiry, the exact number was obtained: a total of 62 sheets were completed, which was incredibly fast.

This thing is simple to make, so it's quite quick to produce.

As for the bamboo baskets, they haven't been made yet.

This was also Feng Ye's request: to focus on making the bamboo curtains first, and to take it slow with the bamboo baskets, there was no rush.

He told the bamboo craftsman to deliver the bamboo curtain to the new house the next day and to settle the bill with his wife, then left.

He didn't go home right away, but stopped by to look for Ah-Can.

"What did your mother say? She doesn't have any objections, does she?"

"What objection could my mother possibly have? It's not like she has to pay for it."

"That's good."

Feng Ye breathed a sigh of relief; he was really afraid that this matter would cause A-Can and her mother to quarrel.

He knew Ah Chan's temper all too well: impulsive, easily angered, and stubborn.

Thinking back to the past, when Ah-Can hung out with this good-for-nothing, he had a lot of arguments with his parents.

He was so immature back then, and he was constantly being scolded, so he certainly couldn't give Ah-chan any good advice.

However, the situation is different now.

Having been reborn, he not only has to change his own life, but also consider the feelings of others. He cannot act unilaterally and do whatever he wants.

Moreover, it's clear that Ah-chan has matured recently.

“When I got back and told my mom, she only asked one question: whose idea was it? I said it was yours, Ye-ge, and she didn’t say anything else. She just told me to listen to you and do a good job.”

Ah-Can pursed his lips and continued, "Now my mother trusts you more than I, her son, do."

Feng Ye patted A-Can on the shoulder: "That's because I have good judgment and can help you make money."

In the past, when he was unreliable, Aunt Ling and her husband never gave him a kind look and would tell everyone that he had corrupted A-Can.

However, how bad can things get in the countryside?

They didn't do anything illegal; at most, they were just idle and lazy.

In reality, it all boils down to one thing: money. They don't know how to make money.

The most important thing in life is money, money, and money.

Regardless of the era, people always laugh at poverty but not at prostitution.

In the face of money, everything else is just a fart.

"I didn't say it wasn't."

Ah-Can rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows you're awesome and lucky. Xuan-ge and I are just benefiting from your success..."

"That's not quite right. You all contributed money and effort as well."

Feng Ye shook his head. "Between brothers, it's about loyalty and trust; money is just..."

"Stop, stop spouting all this flowery language."

Ah-Can interrupted him, smiling as she asked, "You didn't come here just to ask if my mother has any objections, did you?"

"Of course not."

Feng Ye shook his head and said, "There's something I forgot to tell you. I ordered 100 bamboo curtains and 50 bamboo baskets from Ou Miejiang a while ago. 62 bamboo curtains will be delivered to my new house tomorrow."

"Oh, this? How much does it cost?"

"The bamboo curtain is 1.5 yuan, and the bamboo basket is a bit more expensive, 2.5 yuan."

"I'll go get the money for you."

"No need, I have enough money from selling goods today. I just came to let you know."

"You made a trip for such a small matter? You can just say it when you go out to sea tomorrow."

"I didn't come here on purpose. I went to Ou the bamboo craftsman's house first, and it was just on the way."

After chatting for a while, as darkness fell, Feng Ye turned and went back.

There were many pedestrians on the road, mostly fishermen returning home late at night.

It's jellyfish season, and the owners of these small wooden boats practically live on the sea 24/7, catching jellyfish as much as they can, let alone return late.

These fishermen, gathered in small groups, were excitedly discussing Feng Jiafa's purchase of miscellaneous fish.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ye smiled knowingly, thinking to himself that the Feng family was indeed very efficient.

When he got home, Xiao Chunxiu had already returned with her three children and was cooking in the kitchen.

He also told Ye Qingling and Du Guilan about the bamboo curtain and bamboo basket.

Du Guilan didn't say much, only briefly asked about the price, and then indicated that it was no problem.

She wasn't sure if there were enough bamboo baskets, but she knew there weren't enough bamboo curtains.

Last time we dried fish at home, we even borrowed a lot of bamboo mats from our neighbors.

To do something well, you must first have the right tools.

She understands this basic principle.

Ye Qingling told him not to worry about it; she would pay him whatever amount of bamboo curtains he brought over tomorrow.

Xiao Chunxiu was aware of the situation. As soon as she returned, her two sisters-in-law told her about it and asked for her opinion.

However, she did not offer any opinion, only saying that they should handle it themselves.

Anyway, it's all money my son earned himself, so let him do whatever he wants.

As long as the ship is still there, things can never be harder than before.

...

With word of mouth spread among the fishermen returning late, the news from the Feng family quickly spread throughout almost the entire Dongtou Village.

They were all quite happy to hear that someone was willing to buy the miscellaneous fish.

Although the price is still unclear, it's better than throwing it away; at least we can get some money from it.

Those small, unwanted fish were just thrown back into the sea after being caught.

It's not yet time for us to dry fish at home, so we only occasionally save some to eat.

Now that someone is buying it, it will increase our income a little, so how can we not be happy?

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