Chapter 19

Old Zhou tou didn't want to move. "What are you doing with that small basket? It's neither food nor drink."

"You can make a flower basket to make money," man Bao told his father his plan, omitting only the sugar. She said confidently, "when you make money, I can give my father a fortune."

Old Zhou tou touched the cut tobacco on his waist and was not willing to smoke. He had decided to sell all the cigarettes at home. Although it was not worth much money, he could also pick up a few pairs of medicine for the old woman.

Old Zhou looked at his daughter, shook his head and said, "dad doesn't care about the hard work, so he still doesn't do it."

He doesn't want to fool around with a bunch of children.

Everyone looked disappointed. Man Bao went to her mother for support. Qian couldn't stand man Bao's coquetry. He could only say to old Zhou tou, "what a big thing. You're idle. Just make up a few for the children. It's easy."

The wife spoke, and the daughter watched with a group of grandchildren. Lao Zhou had no choice but to drag his second son out of the shack and weave bamboo baskets for them with waste bamboo strips.

Seeing the big head and the second head squatting down to watch the excitement, he brought them over and said, "come on, grandpa teaches you. You're not young. It's time to learn some crafts."

There are not many people who can make bamboo in the village, but they are not very few. But you can't master this skill. At least Zhou Erlang is the only one in the village who can sell bamboo to the market or county town.

The bamboo baskets he made up are strong and dense. Even the wheat can't leak out. But some people make up bamboo baskets. They look like goods. They look just like those sold in the market. The bamboo strips can be used several times, and if they leak holes, the things will be discarded.

Lao Zhoutou's craft belongs to the latter.

However, he can't make up the big bamboo basket. Isn't it easy to make up the bamboo basket as big as her small head in the little girl's hand?

That's what it looks like. Ten eggs have been put on top of the sky. Lao Zhou thought it wouldn't be bad for ten years.

Because he didn't pay attention to this thing and used Erlang's waste bamboo strips, he didn't feel distressed to let his grandchildren go with him.

Man Bao was excited when he saw it. He also took bamboo strips to learn, and pulled Da Ya and Er Ya.

Old Zhou tou glanced at his granddaughters. This craft should not be learned by girls. However, after looking at the bamboo strips on the ground, old Zhou tou thought, learn, learn, this bamboo strip is difficult to reuse after being used once. He is not a second son and can't break it back.

When you run out of bamboo strips, you don't have to make them up.

Man Bao doesn't know his father's plot, but also seriously stares at his actions.

While making up the story slowly, old Zhou tou said to her, "you little boy, the bamboo strips can't be bent. What's the fun here? Be careful not to hurt your hand. "

Qian sat on the stool to bask in the sun. He smiled and waved to man Bao, "man Bao, come here and teach you."

Man Bao ran over happily holding the bamboo strip. "Mom, can you still make bamboo?"

"I've seen it all my life. Even if I haven't done it, I know it in my heart." Qian is ill and can't do heavy work, but it's OK to sit and bend a bamboo strip.

She just sat and explained to man Bao. This kind of small bamboo weaving was not difficult and fast. Qian's first finished product came out soon.

Man Bao took it and compared the two that her father had made, wrinkled his small nose and said, "Mom, your is so ugly."

Old Zhou tou laughed proudly, "your father has made up a lot of bamboo weaving, which is certainly better than your mother's."

Qian was not discouraged. He waved to man Bao and said, "take some more and I'll make up another one."

She smiled and said, "practice makes perfect. You can learn something you can't do several times."

Man Bao thinks what his mother says is reasonable, so he drags a bamboo strip to her mother.

The four children who had just moved back to Grandpa's side looked left and right. They didn't know who to learn from.

Man Bao disliked them. "You can't be so half hearted. Forget it, big head and two, you can learn from your father. Big Ya and two come to learn from your mother."

Only then did the four children settle down and stop turning around.

Qian smiled and felt that his daughter had made up her mind.

The most idle thing in the audience was man Bao. It was on the surface. In fact, she was also very busy. As soon as the bamboo basket was made, man Bao took it and discussed with Keke, "do you think my mother's bamboo basket can be taken out?"

The system said: "there are no goods in the world that can not become commodities. You can carry out secondary processing."

Man Bao: "then I'll give it the most beautiful flowers."

Man Bao began to choose the most beautiful flowers she thought from the flower pile, and then inserted them into her mother's flower basket. They were mixed into a pile of colors, but she looked very like it and was happy. "This flower basket is beautiful at first sight."

Koko was silent for a long time before he said, "there may not be many people in the world who are as aesthetic as the host."

Man Bao repeated this sentence, and then reacted, "Koko, you say my flower basket is ugly?"

"The flower basket is not like this." The system couldn't help searching for some pictures in the encyclopedia, and then threw them to man Bao, "this kind of talent is called a flower basket. You call it, uh, a bamboo trash can with flowers. It's also a trash can of failed products. "

Man Bao can't hear what Koko is saying. She stares at the pictures with bright eyes and almost rolls on the ground happily, "how beautiful, how beautiful, Koko, will you give me a gift?"

Old Zhou tou and Qian Shi saw their daughter holding her broken bamboo basket, laughing and drooling.

The husband and wife were silent for a moment. They took another look at the messy flowers she had inserted into the bamboo basket. They thought they had to pay attention to the beauty and ugliness education of their children. Really, how could she be so happy with such an ugly bamboo basket?

The big four children keep their heads low and want to be buried in the bamboo. My sister-in-law must be thinking about their money-making plan again, but can such an ugly bamboo basket really be sold?

The system glanced at man Bao's points and said, "host, your points are enough to buy bamboo baskets, but you haven't reached the permission to open the mall, so I can't buy them for you."

Man Bao heard of the mall for the first time and asked, "what is a mall?"

"Just like your market, the host can buy all kinds of things on it, and so can the flower basket."

"When can I open a mall?" Man Bao thinks that if the mall can be opened, won't she go to the market whenever she wants?

"When the accumulated points of the host reach 1000 and there is no historical debt."

Man Bao broke down his shoulder and learned from her second brother to bargain, "a lot. Can't it be cheaper?"

Koko ruthlessly refused her, "no!"