When Secretary Zhang and the people who had finished the meeting came to find Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, who had been notified by Secretary Zhang, had already prepared tea and was waiting for everyone at home.
As for Lin Anshu and her mother, they are not at home for the time being.
He went out to sell vegetables (while learning to drive).
"Xiao Yan, I never expected your bamboo weaving skills to be so superb."
"Exactly, you young people have so many ideas, and the things you come up with look better than what we old folks come up with."
"Xiao Yan, do you think... the kind of straw mats I make can be sold in your online store?"
"If we're going to sell it, what would be a suitable price?"
"..."
In an instant, everyone started asking questions all at once.
After everyone sat down, Mr. Lin began to answer their questions.
"Uncle, you flatter me. I'm actually learning and figuring things out as I go."
“A few days ago, my daughter An’an bought me a lot of books on this topic.”
"Moreover, when I have free time, I will specifically watch various videos of other people's bamboo weaving online."
"Perhaps it's because I've seen so much that I've developed my own ideas."
"As for the cooling mats you mentioned, Uncle Li, I think they can definitely be sold online."
"The mat you wove is purely handmade, of good quality and reasonably priced. It's so comfortable to use in the summer."
"Such a good product will definitely sell."
"As for the price, just add about fifteen yuan to your original price, and that will be the price of the items in the online store."
"Of course, I think it's better for everyone to decide on the pricing themselves."
"Just price it according to the quality of your finished products, as long as you don't lose money," said Mr. Lin.
"Where did you learn that weaving technique for adding small animals to baskets? Would you mind telling me?" Lin Guoqing asked somewhat nervously.
Last time, he clearly promised Lin Anshu and the others that his daughter Lin Wei would personally apologize to her.
In the end, after he scolded her at home, her daughter didn't apologize and ran away with her grandson.
Left with no other choice, he had to swallow his pride and apologize on behalf of his daughter.
Because of this incident, Lin Guoqing felt deep down that he hadn't done a good job and felt somewhat ashamed.
Therefore, when asked questions, Mr. Lin feels somewhat awkward.
"You mean that? If you want to learn, I can teach you directly," Lin's father said.
It seems that his talent for weaving patterns into bamboo baskets was exceptional.
Suddenly, this method of weaving came to mind.
Therefore, he really didn't know which book to let Lin Guoqing read.
It's better to teach it yourself.
However, Lin Guoqing was deeply moved upon hearing this.
Look how good Lin Anshu's father is.
She didn't hold a grudge at all about what happened last time, and was even willing to teach him her bamboo weaving techniques that she could use to make money.
This...this is too good to be true.
"Really? Xiao Yan, you're willing to teach everyone?"
"Why wouldn't I want to? If you all want to learn, I can make it up for you right now."
"Okay, okay."
Thus, a bamboo weaving exchange conference officially began.
Secretary Zhang, who was sitting to the side, did not say a word the whole time.
She just sat there watching on her phone, and took some photos as well.
Watching Lin Anshu's Douyin account instantly gave Secretary Zhang a few more thoughts.
In order to revitalize rural areas, in addition to implementing measures in various practical ways, she also needs to think of other methods.
For example, we can use the internet.
In the early stages, she can shoot various materials about the village.
For example, they might use things like the changes in the village, what's in the village, or interesting stories about the village to attract followers.
Once we have a certain amount of traffic, we can both help the village sell its products and attract more visitors to the village.
Their village has such a beautiful environment; after the roads are repaired and the village is replanned, it will only look even better.
She refused to believe that no one would like such a nice place.
As for the nickname of Party Secretary Zhang, it is even simpler and more straightforward: "Party Secretary Zhang's Rural Life in 1998".
While Party Secretary Zhang was busy, the phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up and saw that the caller was her idle cousin, Ji Chuan.
"What's wrong, cousin?"
"Peipei, do you...do you have any extra money? I'm out of living expenses." Ji Chuan's voice carried a hint of embarrassment.
"Cousin, where's your allowance?"
"Oh dear, you little kid, why are you asking so many questions? Just lend me some, I promise I'll pay you back later."
“What guarantee do you have? You don’t even have a salary, and your living expenses are controlled by your uncle. I don’t believe you can pay it back.” Secretary Zhang said calmly, standing in the deserted backyard.
"Unless you tell me first, where exactly did your living expenses go?"
"Okay, I can tell you, but please don't tell my parents," Ji Chuan said after a three-second silence.
"uh-huh."
"Actually, I was deceived."
"But don't worry, I've already called the police, and they said they'll help me find a way to get it back."
After Ji Chuan's description, Secretary Zhang finally understood what had happened.
The reason Ji Chuan was sent to this remote village by his parents was because he was idle and lazy all day long and liked to watch live streams and give rewards to female streamers.
Even after being exiled here, he hasn't changed his bad habit of watching live streams.
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