Nongmen Xianggong is a koi

Chapter 15 Ambitious (Monthly Pass plus update)
Jiang Mixia was shocked.

This little son-in-law was thinking about going back in time, so could it be that he wants to do something extreme?

Or the little son-in-law felt that the family was too poor and slipped away...

While thinking wildly, Jiang Mixia vaguely heard a "hissing, crackling" sound.

It seemed to be coming from the yard.

Get out of bed, put on your shoes, and get out of the house.

Jiang Mixia saw someone sitting on a small bench in the yard, holding a bamboo slice in one hand and a machete in the other, and was swiftly and skillfully cutting bamboo strips.

It was the little son-in-law Song Jingyun.

Jiang Mixia was stunned for a moment.

The night was thick and slightly chilly. The little son-in-law was originally thin and weak, but now he was working in the yard alone, which seemed a bit bleak.

Especially at this time, his face was solemn, adding a sense of solemnity.

The little son-in-law didn't sleep most of the night, and was still working...

Is it because the family is too poor and he wants to help the family earn some money as soon as possible, or is it because she frightened him before that the little son-in-law was afraid, so he wanted to try his best to please the family?
No matter what the reason was, Jiang Mixia felt unhappy at this moment.

Rubbing her sore eyes, Jiang Mixia wanted to ask Song Jingyun to go back and rest earlier.

But as soon as his footsteps fell into the yard, he seemed to be muttering something.

Frowning closer, Jiang Mixia heard clearly.

"One slice of braised pork, two slices of braised pork, three slices of braised pork..."

Put down the bamboo strips in your hand and replace them with new bamboo strips.

"One piece of fried tofu, two pieces of fried tofu..."

Jiang Mixia, "..."

Working hard here together, in order to be able to eat braised pork and fried tofu?
Really ambitious...
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It's been a busy few days.

Cut bamboo, saw bamboo, split bamboo, slice bamboo slivers, weave bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets...

At the market on the tenth day of the lunar new year, Jiang Youcheng, Jiang Mixia, and Song Jingyun carried the knitted things to the town to transport.

It was still Jiang San's bullock cart.

The three people, plus the various bulky baskets and baskets tied with hemp rope, almost filled the bullock cart.

"Good guy!" Seeing this, Jiang San was speechless, "You can really make a living, you have made so many these days, if you sell them all in the town, you will get a lot of money."

"Well, I think I can charge you more for the car today, and I have to pay you a little bit."

"Sweet spot, must spot light." Jiang Youcheng grinned, and only touched the copper coins from the money bag.

Bai San retrieved a few more.

The final fare is four Wen.

As usual, I went to West Street to set up a stall, and there were still some familiar faces around.

"The one I got today is a woven bamboo basket. It looks good, so it should sell well."

"Common things, as long as the asking price is not high, I guess they can be sold."

"Business is booming..."

Different from the yin and yang strangeness last time, this time it was all warm and friendly greetings.

After all, the business in the last market was really disappointing. If the business is not good this time, it will be difficult to explain it when I go back, and this day will be sad.

You still have to believe in something like metaphysics. If it is useful, you still can't make trouble with money.

Even so, it feels a little bit embarrassing.

After all, the last time he made fun of someone and said what he said like that, this time he said these words, after all, it was a bit of a rush to please.

But, for money, no shame...

Several people spoke in secret, and then each looked at each other, understanding and not feeling embarrassed.

Reaching out and not slapping the smiling face, they were the ones who lost face in the last incident, and they were out of touch, and they didn't have much contact with each other on weekdays. Jiang Youcheng and Jiang Mixia didn't bother to talk to them too much, and they didn't do much. Response, only laying things out for sale.

Commonly used things, such as bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, and bamboo baskets, are also prone to wear and tear, and not everyone can make them, not to mention that there are a lot of things here.

Following Jiang Youcheng's yelling, many people came to pick and buy things.

The middle-sized bamboo basket costs 23 Wen, the smaller bamboo basket costs 27 Wen, and the weaving of the bamboo basket is a little more laborious, costing [-] Wen.

The overall price is quite fair.

This is also Jiang Mixia's idea. This kind of thing is rough, and the original one is not particularly refined. The profit is small but the sales volume increases, and the money is actually more.

And this idea obviously worked very well. In a short time, three bamboo baskets were sold, two bamboo baskets were sold, and one bamboo basket was sold.

When the sun rose, the things that had been set up in a large stall had already been sold out, leaving only the last two bamboo baskets.

The purse, which was originally empty, became bulging, and the corners of Jiang Youcheng's mouth almost reached the ears.

The business of the people around is also good, at least better than expected.

"Don't say it, it's useful."

"Looks like God is watching from the sky."

"Amazing good deeds will not hurt your fortune."

"Why do I look at it, it's a little bit of his family's luck..."

A group of people whispered, but also felt that what the last person said was a bit too exaggerated.

The business of so many people is not bad. If it is really his family's luck, how lucky is his family?
But it doesn't matter if the luck is great or not. If it's important, it's enough to say more flattering words and put them in use.

Jiang Youcheng and Jiang Mixia were busy selling things, and they didn't care what others were talking about. Instead, they were discussing with Song Jingyun about cutting their meat and going back at noon.

Want to eat braised pork!
Big chunks, enjoyable to eat.

Song Jingyun's idea is very clear.

"Success, I've enjoyed it!" Jiang Youcheng patted his chest boldly, and the money bag in his arms was clattering, "I'll go when I sell these two bamboo baskets."

When the voice fell, a middle-aged man stood in front of Jiang Youcheng, "Why are you selling your bamboo basket?"

"A piece of 23 Wen, if you don't counter-offer, there are only the last two left. If you can take both, I'll give you 45 Wen." Jiang Youcheng smiled foolishly.

The man didn't answer, he just picked up the bamboo basket, looked it over, weighed it again, and laughed, "Your bamboo basket is quite heavy, and I saw that the bamboo basket sold by someone in the market is lighter than yours." too much."

Is the bamboo basket heavy?
Don't sink.

Besides, isn't this bamboo basket like this?
After selling so many things today, no one really said that things are heavy.

Jiang Youcheng scratched his ears, and felt that the man in front of him didn't look like he was here to buy things, but rather a critic, so he didn't want to talk to him.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Mixia who sized up the person in front of him.

The middle-aged man has a white face and no beard. The blue gown on his body is not new, but it has been washed clean. He looks gentle and gentle. The fingers holding the bamboo basket are slender and have well-defined joints. He doesn't look like a person who often works.

People like this come to West Market to buy bamboo baskets...

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