Most people in the village know how to do some bamboo weaving. They knew at first glance that this box was no ordinary one. No wonder it was so expensive.
It’s a bit complicated to make, and I don’t know how many I can make in a day.
Song Lao San glanced at Jiang Wanyue and continued, "As someone who has been weaving bamboo for many years, I can make about six or seven pieces a day if I am familiar with it. If you calm down, making five pieces a day is not a problem at all."
Five a day, that's 75 cents.
No one present was not moved.
"Anyone who wants to do it can come to Song Deshun to sign up." Jiang Wanyue said at the right time, "Everyone will weave a bamboo article on the spot, and Song Deshun and Supervisor Liu will jointly select more than 30 people with good craftsmanship to do this job. This is based on the craftsmanship. Whether you are selected or not, it all depends on your ability."
"I, I'll sign up."
“I’m signing up too!”
"And me!"
Everyone present was excited.
They only earn one cent for cutting ten kilograms of fish grass, so they no longer think highly of this job.
I just hope I can be selected by the bamboo weaving factory so I can make a lot of money!
Just when the scene was in chaos, Song Dahai came out from the fields. He originally came to drive away the troublemakers, but he didn't expect the situation to change drastically.
But he still had a sullen face and said angrily, "Deputy Party Secretary Jiang is busy every day, either dealing with the fishery or solving the brigade's problems. He is so busy that he can't even take care of his three children at home. You women are so idle that you actually come to the brigade to cause trouble for the deputy party secretary! Let's forget about this matter today. If anyone dares to instigate a group of people to cause trouble in the future, I will punish him by doing voluntary labor!"
Old Mrs. Du's attitude suddenly changed.
When it comes to bamboo weaving, she is not much worse than ordinary people, and she is determined to get this job.
She was flexible and stepped forward and said embarrassedly: "I was thinking wrong. I apologize to the deputy secretary. Please be magnanimous and don't bother with me..."
Jiang Wanyue didn't have the heart to argue with an old widow, so she smiled and said, "If Madam Du knows how to weave bamboo, go ahead and sign up. We'll select everyone tomorrow morning."
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