Dad's Pastoral Life

Chapter 92 Returning the Field
Cheng He was full of questions, but the people present obviously couldn't give him any answers.

After eating, he took his daughter to send Wen Xue back, and then returned to his small courtyard.

In the yard is the work that has not been done today, and the samples are still on display.Cheng He didn't have anything to do, so he tidied things up.

He summed it up, and he didn't know how long this bamboo weaving art would be popular. If it was only for a while, he would just help out the whole process.But if it can last for a long time, we still need to make serious plans to form a formal industrial operation.

He does everything by himself, and it is always irregular and not easy to grow.

He has always kept these things in his heart and made plans in his heart.

To be honest, the sudden popularity of bamboo weaving in Taohua Village is like a dream.

If there were not so many things in front of him, he really couldn't believe it.

When he uploaded the first bamboo weaving product, he was only imagining that he could often receive some orders, which was at least safer and more secure than the mountain people who often went to the deep mountains, and that was about the same.

I never thought that the number of orders could increase by hundreds of orders per day.

Hundreds of orders are tens of thousands of dollars!
He has a feeling of windfall, and all of this may be brought to the village by Jiang Yutong.

Taking out his mobile phone, he sent a message to Jiang Yutong's WeChat:
[Beauty Jiang, thank you for everything you have done for Taohua Village.The whole village is very grateful to you. 】

Jiang Yutong pretended to be stupid and sent back a message:
【no need thank me?I didn't do anything! 】

Cheng He smiled and replied:
[I know it's you.Who are you, Old Artist Jiang?Is it your grandpa? 】

Cheng He guessed based on age and appearance.

Jiang Yutong no longer denied it, and replied:
[Yes, it's my grandfather.But you have to know that if the products in your village were not excellent, my grandfather would not be able to make them valuable! 】

She took a total of ten samples, and the only one that produced great value was the one at the Hong Kong exhibition.For the rest, they all waited for this one to generate value before they suddenly attracted attention.

What she said was not a lie. If it wasn't for the fact that the bamboo weaving dragon lanterns were so exquisite and showed their craftsmanship, how could they have been seen by the Swedish royal family?

Cheng He replied:
[If you hadn't brought this thing to the world, who in the world would have known such a thing existed?The smell of wine is also afraid of the deep alley!In short, the whole village thank you! 】

Jiang Yutong smiled and replied with a voice: "Okay, I have received your thanks. You are welcome."

In fact, she had already anticipated today when she saw the news broadcast.

But she always believed that she was just providing an opportunity, and in the end it was up to their handicrafts to attract people, and it was up to themselves.

She just drew a thread for folk handicrafts.

She is also very happy to do something for the folk art that is about to disappear.

Cheng He immediately thought that since Jiang Qian was Jiang Yutong's grandfather, the boxwood he carved into "Flying Sky" was the one he sold.

So, Jiang Yutong was the one who bought the boxwood for [-] yuan?

I was so grateful for a moment, I didn't know what to say.

He and Taohua Village owe Jiang Yutong a debt, and they don't know how to pay it off.

While tidying up the yard, he chatted with Jiang Yutong on WeChat, when Napoleon, who was guarding the door, suddenly yelled "Aww".

Cheng He turned his head and saw that it was his uncle, Cheng Huabei.

In other words, this was the first time that uncle came to him since he came back.Cheng He paid a casual visit to his uncle's house once.

Cheng He could almost guess what the uncle was going to do.

With a smile on his face, Cheng He pointed to the chair in the yard and asked him to sit.

Cheng Huabei sat down, put the woven bamboo objects in his hand on the table, and said flatteringly: "Heizi, since you are back, you should plant your field. It's just that it will be a while before I plant it. Some peanuts and sweet potatoes will be harvested for a while before the land will be vacated. Can you wait?"

Seeing his uncle's blunt and difficult expression, Cheng He wanted to laugh a little, but he held back.

Speaking personally, it is almost no less than cutting out the flesh from his heart.He must have something else to say.

Sure enough, Cheng Huabei pushed the bamboo woven object in front of him again, and said, "Heizi, help uncle to see, this thing is on the Internet, anyone buy it?"

It was a cow made of bamboo, with exquisite color, shape and charm.Cheng He has always known that the bamboo weaving skills of uncle and aunt are excellent.

The shape and temperament of the cow are very brilliant, and the simplicity and tenacity can be seen, which can be called vivid.

Especially the excessive color of the roasted bamboo shows the bulkiness and naivety of the cow.

Cheng Huabei's expression was a little sad. He had been very miserable these past few days.

Not long ago, people in the village had a private conversation with him. When his nephew came back, the family's land would be returned to him.At that time, he still thought that the field could be harvested more or less a year, as long as he put in more effort, he could always collect some money.

So he refused to return the field to Cheng He.

But not long after, he saw the bamboo weaving products of Taohua Village on the news broadcast on TV. The bamboo weaving art of Taohua Village became popular overnight, and almost every household could make some money with it.

Cheng Huabei used to look for Cheng Shi's father, because all the orders were arranged by his family, and he basically arranged it very fairly. Whoever has excellent craftsmanship will get some.

Everyone earns money!

However, when Cheng Huabei approached Cheng Shi's father, he was flatly rejected.

Cheng Shi's father persuaded him with good words before, your nephew is back, and you planted his family's field, you should return it to him.He is a junior, so it's fine if he doesn't expect you to take care of him, but you still occupy other people's land?
At that time, being rejected by Cheng Huabei with a few words, he was so angry that he almost didn't fight.

Therefore, when Cheng Huabei approached him, he also refused straight away, saying: These orders were received by your nephew on the Internet, and I have no right to distribute them to you.If you want, go beg your nephew!
He doesn't want to talk to someone who even takes advantage of his nephew's family.

There is no one like him in the village!

Speaking of which, he also remembered that not long ago, Cheng He had said that his uncle would return the field to him in person. He didn't believe it at the time, but now that he thought about it, did that kid expect this day?

This move is quite clever.He suddenly thought of a word: no bloodshed.

Cheng Huabei had a bad nose at Cheng Shi's father. Seeing that so many people in the village had made money, he felt really bad.

After struggling for several days, he finally decided to return the field!Say something nice to my nephew again.Seeing that everyone else has made money, he won't lower his head and wait for others to make money?

With that little field, I can't grow much money even after working hard for a year!
Looking at this exquisite bamboo weaving item, Cheng He felt mixed feelings in his heart.

Uncle is stingy, stingy, loves to take advantage of others, and is unwilling to let go of the advantage he gets. He has many shortcomings, and even wants to occupy his family's field. If it is not profitable now, he will never hand it over easily.

However, to put it bluntly, he is also his uncle, the only brother of his father.The blood flowing in his body is the same as that of his father.

And his father had passed away a few years ago, he would never see him again, and it would never be possible to sit and chat with his uncle like this.

Cheng He felt a little uncomfortable.

They are not enemies, they have the same blood.Although there have been all kinds of unhappiness between them, this is an unchangeable fact.

He nodded and said: "Uncle, your skills are still good. I will take a photo for you tomorrow and check the response on the Internet. The field will follow what you said. I will take over and plant the peanuts and sweet potatoes when they are harvested." .”

Probably another month or so.

Cheng Huabei felt a little worried, and asked anxiously: "Then tell me, can anyone appreciate my craftsmanship?"

Cheng He knew that he was afraid that the field would be returned, and the bamboo weaving would not be sold for money, and the chicken would fly away.In addition, he may be afraid that he will not do his best.

He is just like this, and he still has some people who judge others by himself.

So he nodded: "Don't worry, the limelight is hot, there will be no problem for a while. I will publicize it well."

"It's really okay? Heizi, on the Internet, you can speak good things for uncle. If they want it, I will definitely make it beautiful..." Cheng Huabei expressed his attitude eagerly.

Cheng He saw guilt from his face.

He was afraid that he would remember what he had done before.

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