Leaving An Boyou and An Chengyi to clean the shop, An Jingzhi took Lin Hui and the other three back to the village.
But behind the village, An Jingzhi went to his uncle to ask for help in making some racks that could be hung on the wall. Uncle An agreed immediately.
Uncle An worked as a carpenter apprentice in his early years. Later, his master passed away and he was unable to continue his studies. However, he still had no problem doing simple carpentry work.
After agreeing to An Jing, I immediately put down the work in my hands and prepared to make the style he requested.
On the way to cut down trees, he met many people who greeted him. When they heard that he was helping An Jingzhi with the work, they all rushed to lend a hand.
After looking for Uncle An, An Jingzhi came to Lin Hui's house. Lin Hui's father was a blacksmith, but blacksmithing was troublesome and a waste of energy these days.
On weekdays, Mr. Lin is only responsible for mending everyone's pots and earning some eggs.
When he heard An Jingzhi ask him to help make some small chains, he agreed without hesitation.
An Jingzhi took out a drawing, which showed a thin metal chain.
An Jingzhi told Lin's father that it didn't need to be too delicate, as long as it didn't prick anyone.
Father Lin took a look and thought, it’s not difficult, isn’t it just a few small iron rings buckled together to form a line?
"No problem, just leave it to you, Uncle Lin Jingzhi."
"Uncle, I can't just make one or two. I might need quite a few. You can ask the villagers for help, and I'll charge you fifty cents each. You can just ask my grandma for the materials when the time comes."
Father Lin was overjoyed when he heard this. "Really? That's great!"
The women in the village can all make money, but the men can't dig out much money from the fields. Although their lives are gradually getting better, they feel aggrieved. How can a grown man not be as capable as a woman?
Now that An Jingzhi had given them this job, they had to work hard and show these women that they were not fools.
Moreover, Father Lin saw that this thing was not difficult to make. All he had to do was buy some iron wires, make circles one by one, and then polish them. Others could also learn it after watching it for a while.
After An Jingzhi left, Lin's father couldn't wait to inform others.
After listening to Lin's father's explanation, Village Chief Fang's face lit up with joy. "Great! That's great. A group of grown men should do something. We can't let the women take on everything. Let talented people do it too."
When Fang Youcai, the eldest son of the village chief, heard this, he was immediately interested. His younger brother was doing very well with An Jingzhi, and he also worked in the fields all day long to make a living. Even if he didn't do that on weekdays, it would still be a contribution to the family, right?
It's almost Chinese New Year, what else can he do? How can he, a grown man, just stay at home all day?
Fang Youcai stood up excitedly, "Uncle Lin, I'll go."
Father Lin contacted several families in a row, but the next ones came to him on their own before he could even notify them.
A group of people followed Lin's father to his home.
Father Lin demonstrated the specific method several times. No one was stupid. After watching it a few times, everyone learned it.
It's not complicated, but it does require some effort. Since Lin's father didn't have enough space at home, he took out some iron bars he had left and shared them with everyone, who then took them home and made their own.
At that time, he would only be responsible for the inspection, and if it passed, he would show it to An Jingzhi.
An Jingzhi arranged for him to be a "quality inspector" and even paid him!
He said it was compensation for delaying his own work. Jingzhi is such a thoughtful and good boy!
The men in the village feel suffocated by being suppressed by women.
After finally making some money, he just wants to use all his strength to outdo the women!
So the cooking job falls to the children. Don't know how to cook? No problem, they can boil sweet potatoes, right? Just warm up the steamed buns for a while? Just make sure they're cooked!
When the women saw the men's enthusiasm, they were unwilling to be outdone, so they worked hard to make pants and fight for the dominance in the family.
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On the other side, An Jingzhi explained the chain-making matter clearly to Grandma An, otherwise when Father Lin came to claim the bill, Grandma An would still be unaware.
Mrs. An looked around and didn't see anyone, so she asked An Boyou and his partner where they were going. An Jingzhi explained to his family about the purchase of the shop.
Originally, he planned to take Lin Hui and the other two to deliver the pants to the store, but the An family members wanted to go and see the store together, as it was a store in the province!
They never dreamed of buying a house in the province. At best, they thought they could build a brick house in the future.
An Jingzhi's action shocked the entire An family.
Besides Uncle An, everyone knew that this shelf and the plaque behind it that An Jingzhi asked him to make were for the newly opened store. He had to suppress his curiosity and quickly made them at home. Anyway, he could go and take a look at them when they were delivered.
The whole family said they wanted to follow An Jingzhi to visit their own store.
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the next day.
Except for Uncle An, all the young and old in the An family went to the shops in the provincial capital.
An Jingzhi was originally worried that Grandma An would get carsick, but he didn't expect that the one who suffered the most from carsickness was his father.
Grandma An, his mother, aunts and uncles were all as calm as ever, looking at the scenery everywhere. As more and more buildings were built on the roadside, they finally arrived at the provincial capital.
Grandma An has rarely left the village in her life, and the farthest place she has been to is the county town.
After getting off the bus, everything he saw was strange. He pointed at the building not far away and said with a worried look on his face, "Jingzhi, this province is really different from our small county town in the countryside. Look at this building, why are there so many floors? Won't it collapse if it's built so high?"
After just one glance, the building was only seven or eight stories high. "Grandma, this building definitely won't collapse. This is in the provincial capital. If it could collapse, why would the leaders approve its construction? Have you forgotten? Your grandson is studying architectural design. When I graduate, I'll come back and build you a house taller than this."
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