Zhu Qinghao nodded without hesitation (as if it were the most natural thing in the world):
"Yes, I exchanged these things with my aunts before, and they didn't charge me any money. I didn't ask them how much they were selling them for."
So I honestly don't know the cost involved. All I know is this little basket; I said I'd try to make it as good as possible, and Aunt Qiuju charged me two cents for each one.
Aunt Qiuju, whom Zhu Qinghao mentioned, was a representative of the team's handicrafts. Many people exchanged their kang mats, baskets, and other items at her house.
If this matter can really be accomplished, Aunt Qiuju's family will definitely be able to make a small profit from it.
After all, if this project is actually implemented, a lot of similar small baskets will be needed, and it will really benefit many villagers.
Don't underestimate 2 cents a piece and think it's not expensive. At that time, pork was only 7 cents a pound.
Zhu Qinghao had asked if Aunt Qiuju could weave three or four a day if she was quick, not to mention that she had so many people in her family who could help.
Zhao Cheng was both amused and exasperated, but he still agreed.
“Okay, I’ll go talk to the captain and the others and ask around. We should be able to come up with a general plan before you get back.”
Upon hearing this, Zhu Qinghao instantly cheered up.
"Of course! I knew you could do it! I believe in you! Go Uncle!"
After explaining the situation, Zhu Qinghao no longer cared what Zhao Cheng was thinking. She had handed over the task, and now she just needed to complete her own mission.
Sitting at the station, Zhu Qinghao still found it somewhat amusing when she thought of the forced and helpless smile on Zhao Cheng's face back then.
But she felt no guilt whatsoever; talented people should be put to good use.
Moreover, in Zhu Qinghao's opinion, among her family members, the one with the most deep thoughts was probably her uncle.
If we don't keep him busy, who knows what he'll be thinking all day long, and it might not be long before Grandpa Sheng diagnoses him with depression.
Moreover, if he takes the lead in this matter, not only will he have something to do, but he will also gain a sense of accomplishment from it, and his family's life in the village will also become much better.
There's no reason not to let him do something that achieves multiple benefits.
Zhao Cheng was, after all, someone who had once been involved in officialdom. As soon as Zhu Qing asked him to do these things, he understood the purpose behind it.
So he always does his best, mainly because he understands that he or his family members are receiving the benefits, and they are willing to do so. They are also quite grateful to Zhu Qinghao.
As Zhu Qinghao frowned and pondered, it was time for her to get into the car.
Boarding the train again was an even worse experience than last time. Perhaps it was because of the hot weather, but the train smelled of all sorts of things, making her frown.
But there was nothing she could do but sit there obediently.
These days, without connections and background, sleeper tickets aren't easy to buy; like her, she couldn't get one at all.
She bought this ticket several days in advance.
Well, it's good enough that there are seats at all.
Zhu Qinghao looked at the many people who had no seats and had to stand, sit on their luggage, or sit on the ground, and seemed quite satisfied with their situation.
When the train arrived at its destination, it sounded its whistle and began to move forward with a clattering sound. It started slowly at first, and then accelerated away from the platform.
Looking at the scenery rushing past the window, unlike last time, Zhu Qinghao was filled with excitement about returning to Beijing.
When I came here last time, I had incredibly mixed feelings.
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