Old Zhou was unwilling to move, "What are you doing making that little basket? It's not for eating or drinking."
"We can make flower baskets to make money," Manbao told her father about her plan, omitting only the candy. She said confidently: "When the money comes, I can give him a fortune."
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Lao Zhou touched the tobacco on his waist and was reluctant to smoke. He had decided to sell all the cigarettes at home. Although they were not worth much, he could also buy some medicine for the old woman.
Lao Zhou glanced at his daughter, shook his head and said, "Dad doesn't care about the hard work, so I won't do it."
He didn't want to follow a bunch of kids messing around.
Everyone had disappointed looks on their faces, so Man Bao went to her mother to support her. Qian couldn't bear Man Bao's coquettishness, so she could only say to Lao Zhoutou, "What a big deal, you are just idle when you are idle."
Just make up a few for the kids, it’s easy to do.”
The wife spoke, and the daughter and a group of grandchildren watched helplessly. Lao Zhou had no choice but to go to the shack and drag his second son out of the shack to weave bamboo baskets for them.
Seeing Datou and Ertou squatting down to watch the fun, he brought them over and said, "Come, grandpa will teach you. You are not young anymore. It's time to learn some skills."
There are not many people in the village who can make bamboo weaving, but they are not particularly few either. However, this craft is not something you can master once you learn it. At least among the whole village, old and young, only one Zhou Lang can sell bamboo weaving to the market or the county town.
The bamboo baskets he wove were so strong and dense that even the wheat could not escape. However, some people wove bamboo baskets, which were just ordinary goods. They looked no different from those sold in the market.
, the bamboo strips will deviate after being used a few times, and if there are holes, the thing will be useless.
Lao Zhoutou's craftsmanship falls into this latter category.
However, he can't weave a big bamboo basket. Isn't it easy to weave the bamboo basket the little girl is holding, which is only as big as her little head?
That's a good thing. If you put ten eggs in it, Old Zhou thinks it won't get damaged even if you carry it for ten years.
Because he didn't take this thing seriously, and all he used were Erlang's discarded bamboo sticks, he didn't feel bad about letting his grandchildren join in the trouble.
Man Bao was very excited after seeing it. He also took bamboo sticks to learn from and even asked Daya and Erya to do it.
Lao Zhou glanced at his two granddaughters. This kind of craftsmanship should not be learned by girls. However, he glanced at the bamboo strips on the ground and thought, learn it, learn it. This bamboo strip will be difficult to use again after being used once.
Now, he is not the second son, so he cannot be divorced.
Once you've used up the bamboo strips, there's no need to braid them again.
Man Bao didn't know his father's conspiracy, and stared at his movements with wide eyes.
As Lao Zhoutou slowly knitted it, he said to her: "You little kid, you can't even bend bamboo sticks, why are you joining in the fun here? Be careful not to hurt your hands."
Qian was sitting on a stool basking in the sun. She smiled and waved to Man Bao, "Man Bao, come here and let me teach you."
Man Bao happily ran over holding the bamboo strips in his arms, "Mom, do you know how to weave bamboo?"
"After watching it for a lifetime, even if I have never practiced it, I already know it." Qian is ill and can't do heavy work, but sitting and bending a bamboo stick is still no problem.
She just sat like this, knitting and explaining to Man Bao that this kind of small bamboo knitting was not difficult and the speed was very fast. Qian's first finished product came out quickly.
Man Bao took it over and compared the two her father had already made, wrinkled her little nose and said, "Mom, yours is so ugly."
Old Zhoutou burst out laughing proudly, "Your father has done a lot of bamboo knitting after all. Of course it's more beautiful than your mother's."
Qian was not discouraged and waved to Man Bao, "Bring me a few more and I'll make up another one."
She smiled and said: "Practice makes perfect. If you learn something you don't know a few times, you will be able to do it."
Manbao felt that what her mother said made sense, so she dragged another handful of bamboo sticks to her mother.
The four children, who had already moved from their grandfather's place to their grandma's side to study, felt that grandma's arrangement was ugly. The four children who had just moved their places back to their grandfather's side looked left and right, wondering who they would be better off learning from.
Man Bao despised them and said, "It's not okay for you to be so half-hearted. Forget it, Datou Ertou, just follow dad and learn from dad. Da Ya Er Ya will learn from mom."
The four children finally settled down and stopped wandering around.
Qian looked at it with a smile, feeling in her heart that her daughter had made up her mind.
The most leisurely person in the room was Man Bao. That was on the surface, but she was actually very busy. As soon as the bamboo basket was made, Man Bao took it and discussed with Ke Ke, "Do you think the bamboo basket made by my mother can be used?"
Take action?"
The system said: "There is no item in this world that cannot become a commodity. You can perform secondary processing."
Man Bao: "Then I will give it the most beautiful flower."
Man Bao began to select the most beautiful flowers from the pile, and then put them into her mother's flower basket. The colors were mixed into a pile, but she liked it very much and was very happy. "This flower basket looks beautiful at first sight."
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Keke was silent for a while before saying: "There may not be many people in the world who have the same aesthetic taste as the host."
Man Bao read this sentence over and over again, and then he realized it later, "Koko, you said my flower basket is ugly?"
"The flower basket doesn't look like this." The system couldn't help but search some pictures in the encyclopedia, and then showed it to Man Bao, "This kind of thing is called a flower basket, and yours is called, well, a bamboo trash can with flowers. Or is it?
A trash can for failed products.”
Manbao couldn't hear what Keke was saying anymore. She stared at the pictures with bright eyes and almost rolled on the ground with joy. "It's so beautiful, so beautiful. Keke, can you give it to me?"
Lao Zhoutou and Mrs. Qian saw their daughter holding her broken bamboo basket and laughing so hard that her mouth watered.
The couple was silent for a while, and then took another look at the messy flowers she put into the bamboo basket. They felt that they should pay attention to their children's beauty and ugliness education. Really, how could she still be so happy with such an ugly bamboo basket?
The top four children lowered their heads, wishing to bury themselves in the bamboo sticks. My sister-in-law must have been thinking about their plan to make money again, but can such an ugly bamboo basket really be sold?
The system glanced at Manbao's points and said: "Host, your points are enough to buy a bamboo basket, but you don't have the authority to open the mall, so I can't buy it for you."
This was the first time Man Bao heard about the mall and asked: "What is a mall?"
"It's just like your market. The host can buy all kinds of things there, including flower baskets."
"Then when can I open a shopping mall?" Man Bao thinks that if this shopping mall can be opened, wouldn't she be able to go shopping in the market whenever she wants?
"You can wait until the host's accumulated points reach one thousand and there are no historical debts."
Man Bao slumped her shoulders and imitated her second brother in bargaining, "There are so many, can't it be cheaper?"