Xia Qianqian was not aware of the crisis outside the door at all.

She threw the bamboo bundle into the yard and entered the kitchen.

In the already dilapidated kitchen, Zhang Cuicui rummaged through it, and the pots and pans were broken all over the floor.

Li Yunniang couldn't care less about cleaning up and was busy lighting a fire to cook.

Xia Qianqian took a long breath, rolled up her sleeves and worked harder.

Pick up the broom and sweep the debris on the ground together, then dump them one after another on the wall.

Some coarse porcelain is resistant to falling and is not damaged, so it is left temporarily.

After cleaning the kitchen and yard, and spreading some water, I thought about what to have for lunch.

In the cabinet in the wing room, under the large porcelain basin, are two large white steamed buns and a small half bowl of chicken soup.

She thought for a while, took them all, then went to the dustpan in the backyard and grabbed a few handfuls of dried bamboo shoots and wild vegetables.

After everything was ready, Li Yunniang added a handful of firewood to the stove. The fire was strong, and the water in the pot began to roll and boil.

She mixed the chicken soup with water, boiled it, added bamboo shoots and wild vegetables, and after a while, a large pot of steaming stew was ready.

Xia Qianqian served the food, put it on the table, and beckoned: "Mom, Yuanbao, come and eat."

After lunch, Xia Qianqian didn't rest for a moment. She found a machete, untied the bamboo bundles, and started splitting the bamboo.

If you want to use these bamboos to weave things, you must first split them into bamboo strips from large to small.

In her previous life, her parents died in a car accident, and she often went to the old house to visit her grandfather.

After he retired, he abandoned the hustle and bustle of the city and returned to his hometown in a remote mountainous area alone.

As long as she has a vacation, she will definitely take the time to visit him.

So, she followed her grandfather up the mountain to pick mushrooms, bamboo shoots, honey, and cut down bamboo.

Grandpa is an old Chinese medicine doctor, but he is also an old craftsman.

Under his hands, these bamboos will turn into exquisite works of art, and she has only learned a little bit.

But these furs are enough for her to survive in this ancient time.

After splitting the bamboo strips one by one, she moved a stool, sat under the porch, and began to weave.

First, she needs to make herself a better bamboo basket.

The bamboo basket she used to go up the mountain looked like it had been used for many years. It was of an old style, and the side of the backrest was damaged, so there were burrs. Sometimes the bumps on the road would prick her back.

Really uncomfortable.

The messy bamboo strips shuttled back and forth between her dexterous fingers, as if they were given life, and began to be arranged in an orderly manner.

After a while, the prototype of a bamboo basket appeared.

Li Yunniang stood aside and watched, shocked.

She has been with her daughter day and night for eighteen years, and is familiar with her every word and deed. Even if she looks strange, she can immediately detect the meaning.

But this time, after carrying her back from the river and waking up, she couldn't see her clearly anymore.

She said that her grandpa taught her the art of weaving in her dream, but she didn't take it seriously and cut bamboo with her. He just followed her wishes and didn't want her to make trouble at home.

Who knows...

Li Yunniang thought for a while, then pursed her lips and stepped forward, "Qianqian, would you like me to help you split the bamboo?"

"This bamboo can't be split well, it can easily hurt your hands!"

Xia Qianqian looked around and ordered: "How about you and Yuan Bao help me pull down the bamboo leaves."

At this point, in the Xia family compound, the three of them are working hard and enthusiastically.

The preparation is not easy, and the work is repetitive and boring.

Fortunately, she had honed her patience and tenacity on the operating table, which allowed her to sit for several hours and work immersed in her work.

Under her skillful hands, exquisite woven fabrics are transformed into one after another.

The more she made up, the bigger the smile on Li Yunniang's face became, and the more energetic Yuan Bao became.

Four days later, the Xia family's courtyard was filled with bamboo products, including dustpans, bamboo baskets, baskets, grasshopper cages, etc...

Xia Qianqian saw that the number was about the same, so she asked Uncle Wang, the cattle herder in the village, to pay three copper coins in advance and ask him to come to her house tomorrow to help her transport some things to Jiangcheng.

There was money to be made, so Uncle Wang naturally agreed.

The next day, Uncle Wang's carriage arrived at the door of Xia's house. Li Yunniang opened the door and Xia Qianqian moved things into the car.

She knits many and miscellaneous things. Today she will try to sell them in Jiangcheng to see which style is more popular. Then she will decide to come back and make more.

The movement at the door of Xia's house naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Everyone gathered around the bullock cart and looked at the things on the cart. They couldn't help but wonder: "Where did all these things come from?"

Yuan Bao was extremely proud. He raised his little neck, smiled slightly, and introduced: "My sister made them all up."

Humph! Let you call me a stupid girl.

She is not stupid, she is the smartest sister in the world.

"Made by Xia Qianqian."

"Impossible!"

"What is impossible? The things on the carriage are real."

"It's incredible."

Fu'an Village is close to the Fu'an River, and people make a living by fishing and farming. Weaving fishing nets is the villagers' specialty, but weaving things with bamboo is another matter.

Everyone looked at it strangely and couldn't help but started talking about it.

Where there is praise, there is naturally doubt and slander.

Xia Qianqian didn't care. After packing her things, she ordered: "Mom, you and Yuan Bao are waiting at home. I will come back after I sell the things."

It takes an hour to walk from Fu'an Village to Jiangcheng. If you drive an ox cart, half an hour is enough. The ancient ox carts walked on muddy roads that were uneven and bumpy.

Xia Qianqian sat in the carriage, looking around and taking in the scenery at first, but finally she got bored, so she took out a piece of sandpaper and started polishing a molar stick made of pepper branches.

The Zanthoxylum bungeanum tree was accidentally discovered by the river when she was cutting down bamboo yesterday.

Ancient people's research on seasonings was not yet mature.

The rocks on the riverside are steep and prone to landslides, so planting such good pepper trees on the riverside only serves as an isolation net.

What a waste of natural resources!

Xia Qianqian was not afraid of thorns and thorns, so she cut some branches and planned to dry the leaves for conditioning, and use the remaining branches to make this kind of teething stick.

Buying and giving, no matter which dynasty it is in, doing business in this way will cater to the mood of the buyer and win the favor of the customer.

She plans to give these gadgets as gifts.

The bullock cart swayed and went straight.

Half an hour later, the bullock carts stopped and the crowd arrived.

The entire market was bustling with traffic and crowds. Along the roads on both sides, small vendors spread out their goods and lined up in a long street.

Such a scene made Xia Qianqian suddenly feel like traveling through time.

She remembered that in Dashan Village, where her grandfather’s old house was located, there would always be a big market in the town on the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month.

Villagers from all over the country will take out everything they grow in their fields, raise at home, and fish from the river and put it on the streets.

The items sold at the market are genuine and cheap. Every time my grandfather goes there, she will follow him to help pick and bargain.

Therefore, many of her life skills were learned from her grandfather.

This market in Jiangcheng is called Yangshu Market because there is a Big Yangshu Village nearby.
Chapter completed!