Chapter 15 Great Ambitions (Monthly Ticket Bonus)
Jiang Mixia was suddenly shocked.
This young son-in-law had been thinking about traveling back in time. Could it be that he was so desperate that he wanted to do something extreme?
Or maybe the son-in-law thought his family was too poor and ran away...
While she was daydreaming, Jiang Mixia vaguely heard the sound of "hissing and crackling".
It seemed to come from inside the yard.
Get out of bed, put on your shoes, and leave the house.
Jiang Mixia saw someone sitting on a small stool in the yard, holding a bamboo stick in one hand and a machete in the other, and was slicing bamboo strips skillfully and swiftly.
It was the young son-in-law Song Jingyun.
Jiang Mixia was stunned for a moment.
The night was dark and slightly chilly. The young son-in-law was originally thin and weak, and now he looked a little miserable working alone in the yard.
Especially at this moment, his face was solemn, which added a sense of solemnity.
The little son-in-law didn't sleep in the middle of the night and was still working...
Was it because his family was too poor and he wanted to help the family earn some money as soon as possible, or was it because she had frightened him before and made the young son-in-law feel scared, so he wanted to try his best to please his family? No matter which reason it was, Jiang Mixia felt unhappy at this moment.
Rubbing her sore eyes, Jiang Mixia wanted to ask Song Jingyun to go back and rest early.
But as soon as I stepped into the yard, I heard him mumbling something.
Jiang Mixia frowned and moved closer, then she could hear it clearly.
"One slice of braised pork, two slices of braised pork, three slices of braised pork..."
Put down the bamboo strip in your hand and replace it with a new one.
"One piece of fried tofu, two pieces of fried tofu..."
Jiang Mixia, "..."
So you're working so hard here just to eat braised pork and fried tofu? You really have lofty ambitions... - A few busy days.
Cut bamboo, saw bamboo, split bamboo, cut bamboo strips, weave bamboo baskets, bamboo crates, bamboo baskets...
When the market day came on the tenth day of the first lunar month, Jiang Youcheng, Jiang Mixia and Song Jingyun took the woven items to the town.
He still rode Jiang San’s ox cart.
Three people, plus various large baskets and crates tied with hemp ropes, almost filled the ox cart.
"Good fellow!" Jiang San was amazed when he saw this. "You are really capable. You have made so many in the past few days. If you sell them all in town, you will make a lot of money."
"Well, I think I have to charge you more for the ride today. I have to take advantage of you at least."
"I have to take advantage of you." Jiang Youcheng grinned and took out a copper coin from his purse.
Jiang San found a few more.
The final fare was four cents.
As usual, I went to West Street to set up a stall, and there were still some familiar faces around.
"Today I got a bamboo basket. It looks good and should sell well."
"Common items can probably be sold as long as the price is not too high."
"Business is booming..."
Unlike the last time when everyone was sarcastic, this time there were only warm and friendly greetings.
After all, the business at the last market was really terrible. If the business is worse this time, not only will it be difficult to explain when I go back, but life will be difficult too.
You still have to believe in metaphysics, just in case it is useful. You still can't go against money.
Although this does feel a little bit embarrassing.
After all, I made fun of him last time and said those words, so this time I said these things, it seems like I'm trying to curry favor with him.
But, for the money, it's not shameful...
Several people spoke in a secretive manner, then looked at each other, understanding each other and not feeling awkward.
Don't hit a smiling person. They were the ones who were embarrassed in the last incident. Moreover, they were not related at all and had no interaction with each other on weekdays. Jiang Youcheng and Jiang Mixia were too lazy to talk to them too much and did not respond much. They just put the things on the table and prepared to sell them.
Commonly used items, such as bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, and bamboo baskets, are also easily damaged, and not everyone can make them, not to mention that there are so many things here.
As Jiang Youcheng shouted, many people came to pick and buy things.
A medium-sized bamboo basket costs twenty-three cents, a smaller bamboo basket costs twenty cents, and a bamboo basket that is a little more difficult to weave costs twenty-seven cents.
The overall price is quite reasonable.
This was also Jiang Mixia's idea. This kind of thing was, after all, a rough one, and it wasn't made particularly finely to begin with. With small profits but quick turnover, if the quantity increased, they could make more money.
This idea was obviously very effective. In a short while, three bamboo baskets, two bamboo baskets and one bamboo basket were sold.
By the time the sun had risen higher, most of the goods on the large stall had been sold, leaving only the last two bamboo baskets.
The originally empty purse became bulging, and Jiang Youcheng's mouth corners were almost stretched to his ears.
The business of the people around me is also good, at least better than expected.
"Don't mention it, it's a little useful."
"It looks like God is watching us from above."
"Do more good deeds so as not to harm your fortune."
"Why do I feel like I'm getting some of his family's luck..."
A group of people whispered, but also felt that what the last person said was a bit too exaggerated.
So many people have good business. If it is really due to his family's luck, how lucky is his family? However, it doesn't matter whether the luck is big or not. If it is important, it is enough to say more good luck and put it to good use.
Jiang Youcheng and Jiang Mixia were busy selling things and didn't care what others were saying. Instead, they were discussing with Song Jingyun about buying meat at noon.
I want to eat braised pork! Big pieces, very satisfying.
Song Jingyun's idea was very clear.
"Okay, I'm satisfied!" Jiang Youcheng patted his chest proudly, and the money bag in his arms made a clattering sound when he patted it. "I'll go after I sell these two bamboo baskets."
As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man stood in front of Jiang Youcheng and asked, "How much do you want to sell this bamboo basket for?"
"Twenty-three cents each. If you don't bargain, there are only two left. If you can take them all, I'll give them to you forty-five cents." Jiang Youcheng smiled innocently.
The man didn't answer. He just picked up the bamboo basket, looked at it, weighed it, and laughed, "Your bamboo basket is quite heavy. I saw some bamboo baskets sold in the market that are much lighter than yours."
The bamboo basket sinks? I don't think so.
Besides, aren't all bamboo baskets like this? I sold so many things today, and no one complained that the things were heavy.
Jiang Youcheng scratched his ear and felt that the man in front of him didn't seem to be here to buy anything, but rather to find fault, so he didn't want to pay much attention to him.
Instead, it was Jiang Mixia who looked at the person in front of him.
The middle-aged man had a fair face and no beard. The blue gown he was wearing was not new but was clean. He looked very gentle, and the fingers holding the bamboo basket were long and bony, and he did not look like a man who did regular housework.
People like this come to the West Market to buy bamboo baskets...
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