Canghai is very embarrassed now, what he said to Li Licheng at the beginning must be able to sell well, who knows that it has been on the Internet for almost a week, and there is no one to ask.

In fact, at this time, Canghai this kid has a bit of a habit of eating minced meat in his heart, he thinks that a basket of five or six hundred yuan is not expensive, but others don't think it.

If you want to say that the quality of Li Licheng's basket is really first-class, it is not to mention exquisite, it is needless to say, where is the key to not selling, this price is not up to it, ordinary families will not buy this thing, and the families who buy it can't look down on it, because this thing is not famous at all, since there is no name, why don't people buy fifty or sixty yuan each, it will cost ten times as much money to buy your thing.

Isn't it impossible to sell if it's not high?

Standing under the eaves of his house, Canghai looked at the two little swallows flying out of the flying rice, and talked to Qi Yue on the phone at the same time.

"Your thing is good, but who buys it for ordinary people, blind heart?" Qi Yue's words were quite polite, and directly stabbed Canghai's old face.

Canghai still explained to himself: "It takes the old man a few days to get one, isn't it worth a few hundred yuan?"

"Anyway, no one on my side buys it, and no one is interested in this, that is, your godmother is going to take care of your godson's business, and others are not interested," Qi Yue said.

Canghai looked at the two little swallows flying above his head, and couldn't stop chirping. After the efforts of the two little swallows, the swallow pot has been completed, and now the two little swallows are taking things into the bird's nest, all of which are some warm things, like now, Canghai saw a little swallow with a pinch of feathers, and I don't know if the chicken is still on the duckling, and happily put it into his nest.

"It's okay, I'm hanging, our swallows are building a nest."

"What do you have to do with your swallows, don't hang up, I still have something to say to you here" Qi Yue immediately raised his voice a few degrees on the other end.

Canghai's attention is still on his bird's nest: "Say".

"I'll send you a picture later, you go and ask the old gentleman if you can make it up, if you can, make one up for me, I'll pay for it!" Qi Yue said.

"Okay, but you have to pay first" Canghai responded casually.

"Okay, it's just a matter of a few hundred yuan, you still worry about this little money, you have money and become a stingy ghost" Qi Yue said angrily.

"You're not my daughter-in-law, why should I give you money" Canghai continued to look at the little swallow, and he didn't know if he could see the little bird's nest after watching it for so long.

Qi Yue said directly: "The old lady dares to marry, do you dare to marry?"

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Canghai thought of marrying Qi Yue back, and the two had a child, and suddenly shuddered, and said in a loud voice.

"Remember, I'm hanging, I'm in a hurry to watch a movie," Qi Yue hung up the phone directly after speaking.

Canghai put the phone back in his pocket, looked at the bird's nest twice, and then looked at the light rain outside the window, and couldn't help sighing: "It's endless, it's a bit weird this year's rain."

This is not only Canghai now, the old people in the whole village are talking about this matter, generally speaking, the rainy season is intermittent and a few times, the heavy rain from Canghai's memory has not exceeded half a day, this year's rainy season is called a turbulence, this is almost two months, the rain has hardly stopped, no matter how big or small there is always a little rain in the sky.

Ding dong!

I looked down and took out my mobile phone to take a look, and found that the picture that Qi Yue had sent to me came out.

Looking at the picture, Canghai found that there were several small bags on the picture, to be exact, a few bamboo-woven small Kun bags, the size is not large and square, and the size is not very square and round, anyway, they are all small bags carried by women, just like that, but it looks quite cumbersome, and it is much higher than the basket of Canghai's family in terms of technical requirements.

"Ping'an, stay at home, I'll go to Grandpa Li's house to talk about something" Canghai said to Ping'an, who was playing with the iron head and the tiger head in the house.

Ping'an responded, Canghai went out, because the rain was light and the two families were close, so they didn't bring an umbrella, so they went directly to the door of Li Licheng's kiln in the rain.

"Grandpa Li is not at home?"

"I'm grinding soybeans in the pit," came the sound of autumn flowers in the house.

When the door refers to the ground of the hall, as soon as Canghai pushed the door in, he saw Li Licheng squatting on the ground, holding a small spoon in one hand and pushing a small stone grinding plate in the other, and an iron basin with half soaked soybeans at his feet.

Seeing Canghai come in, Li Licheng put down the spoon in his hand and wiped his wet hands on his apron: "Haiwazi, what's the matter?"

"I'm looking for you something, by the way, this is going to make tofu?" Canghai asked.

Li Licheng said: "Well, I'm going to make a little, now this road is not passable, it's too troublesome to go to the town, so make some tofu, wait for it, and send two pieces to each family, you also have it."

"Thank you, Grandpa Li, I'm down to business, can you make up these pictures?"

Saying that, Canghai squatted next to Li Licheng, opened the phone, and handed it to Li Licheng.

Li Licheng took the phone, and after looking at it, he frowned, and after about ten seconds, Li Licheng stretched out his finger and scratched on his knee and began to make a gesture.

Canghai waited patiently for a while, and within a minute Canghai felt a little bored, but he grabbed the spoon and added soybeans to the small stone mill and began to turn the small hand grinding plate, and after a few turns, the soaked soybean milk overflowed around the small grinding plate, and the overflowing white soybean milk flowed along the base of the grinding plate to the drainage groove below, and then dripped into a small basin through a small mouth.

Qiu Shanghua walked out of the house, saw Canghai grinding soy milk, and the old man of his own family was squatting with nothing to do, and immediately said: "You old killer, how can you let Haiwazi grind soy milk for you!"

"It's okay, I'm okay."

"What are you talking about in the woman's house!" Li Licheng was very unhappy when he was interrupted, glared at Qiu Shanghua, and continued to look down at the picture on his phone.

Qiu Shanghua found that her old man was looking at Canghai's mobile phone, so she smiled and turned around and went out with the curtain.

After grinding two more spoonfuls of beans, Li Licheng raised his hand.

"This, this, and this are not a big deal, but I can't pack the last two," Li said.

"There are three of them, and the remaining two can be done if you can't do it, and I'll give you the money later, can you see if it's okay to have an eight hundred yuan?" Canghai said.

"What?"

"Less?"

Li Licheng immediately waved his hand and said, "You said that someone paid 800 yuan for such a gadget?"

"Don't be happy too early, once you buy and sell, you don't want to have it next time, it's over when this order is done," Canghai said.

Qi Yue is not a master who is short of money, 800 yuan is nothing to her, Canghai is naturally willing to start, so she will be this girl to help the poor, saving herself from always going to the United States to buy those impractical things, and each of them is tens of thousands of yuan, contributing to the American economy.

"It's not a lot at once, how big is this thing, and people are willing to give eight hundred when two slaps together?" Li Licheng was a little unconvinced, he felt that there was no such stupid person in this world, and such a little gadget could cost eight hundred yuan.

Li Licheng doesn't know that there are many stupid people in this world in this regard, as long as they are forced enough, the colorful plastic bags and bags carried by Chinese peasants and workers can be put on the fashion exhibition and put a tag on them, and they can sell those fools for thousands of dollars.

Sometimes you have to grab it if you want to buy it.

While the two were talking, Qiu Shanghua's voice came from the door: "Brother Hu, what are you doing here?"

Hu Shijie's voice came: "Find your family to set up, I am going to divide the family, separate the Ping An family, and find him as a witness."

"Oh, our head is in the kiln, and Haiwazi is also there."

"That's just right, I don't have to go to his house."

Hearing the movement outside, Canghai and Li Licheng walked out.

Hu Shijie, who happened to come in with a curtain, almost collided with Li Licheng.

"Go home," Hu Shijie said as he took two steps back.

Glancing at the sea, Hu Shijie asked, "What about peace?"

"In My House"

"Go back and call him," Hu Shijie finished speaking, and motioned for Li Licheng to go with him behind his back.

Canghai went home and called for peace, of course, as soon as the two of them came out of the house, the iron head and the tiger head naturally followed behind the two, and the two of them and the two beasts walked towards Hu Shijie's house.

When he arrived at Hu Shijie's house, Canghai went in with a curtain, and the good guy was almost smoked by the smell of smoke in the kiln.

Stretched out his hand to hang up half of the curtain, Canghai found the closest place to the door and squatted down, Ping'an was next to Canghai's left hand, the iron head side was next to Canghai's right hand, and the tiger head was lying under the eaves outside the door, turning his head to look east and west.

The atmosphere in the kiln was a little depressing, no one in the kiln spoke, the patriarchs of each family in the village had arrived, generally speaking, they were all elders, and the only one Canghai was the head of the family, not to mention that Canghai's contribution to the village should also be regarded as this identity.

Ping'an's mother Laozi was squatting inside, her face was gloomy and she didn't say a word, and she looked a little unhappy.

Hu Shijie's expression at this time was a bit of a general's demeanor, smoking a cigarette lightly, and sweeping his eyes around the field from time to time.

"Everyone has arrived, I want you to be a witness today, although our village is called Sijiaping Village, but it is not an outsider, my mother's surname is Li, my grandmother's surname is Cang, and the second aunt of the deceased is surnamed Wei.

In Canghai's hometown, the aunt is a blood relative, and retains a deep tradition of patriarchal society, simply put, if the uncle dies, the family is still there, and the nephew's son and uncle's grandson can still talk about the relationship, but if the aunt on the mother's side dies, the third generation can not ignore the relatives, and the so-called aunt death is what it says.

This thing is entirely a product of patriarchal society.

So from the old theory, these four Jiaping are really talking about it, all of them are relatives, but this relative is a little far away, but no matter how far away it is, it is also a relative, and the elders are very important to this.

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