In all dynasties, the literati regarded themselves as high and high, and the most important character.

They may not talk about money or power, but everyone cherishes fame and pursues fame in history.

In Confucius's view, this thousand-character essay is enough to make the author's name go down in history.

If it was something else, he might not really like it, but the temptation of this thousand-character text, even at his age, would be difficult to resist.

For a moment, Confucius's mind was full of thoughts, and he even became eager to breathe.

When Confucius was young, it coincided with troubled times, when the Canglan Empire had not yet completed its unification, and he had no talent, but he did not find the right opportunity.

In his later years, when the empire was unified, although he gained some fame, this reputation could not be transmitted to the center, only in this poor country.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a daughter who blocked the concubine, I'm afraid no one in Kyoto would have heard his name.

Confucius is getting older and older, and he has already looked down on these things, but today, Lin Xiaohe's words made his mind come alive again.

After all, his life is not a few years old.

If you can leave behind your reputation, it will not be in vain.

The geese have left a voice, and the people have left a name, and no one is exempt from vulgarity.

Confucius was in a struggle, on the one hand, by doing so, he would inevitably be suspected of deceiving the world and stealing his name, and he would be ashamed of reading the books of the sages for so many years, and on the other hand, his wish to become a Wenzong would now have a chance to come true.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little subtle, compared to Confucius's entanglement, Lin Xiaohe was much more relaxed, and his mouth kept eating.

Now she feels like she can eat a cow.

She eats quickly, but she is surprisingly elegant, which makes Aunt Li look at it on the sidelines.

She heard the content of Lin Xiaohe's chat with Confucius just now, and knew that Lin Xiaohe seemed to recognize a very powerful teacher, and even the most famous scholar in Shili Eight Villages, Master Confucius, praised him.

Now look at how Lin Xiaohe looks at how comfortable she is, and the more she looks at it, the more she likes it.

Able to read and write, and well-bred and well-buried, and familiar with her conduct, such a good girl is difficult to find in the whole town.

Aunt Li looked at her son, who was sitting on the side and was silent, and she had a strange thought.

"Counting Xiaohe, this girl is two years older than Tiancheng, well, two years old is nothing, it's better to be older, I know that it hurts."

The conditions of the Li family are good, and the two families know each other, if Lin Xiaohe really becomes her daughter-in-law, Aunt Li feels that this matter is really better.

I can mention it to Xiaohua's sister-in-law when I look back, and Aunt Li has made up her mind.

However, she also understands that Lin Xiaohe has an idea, but if she can persuade Zheng Xiaohua and let Zheng Xiaohua persuade her, this thing may be possible.

If Lin Xiaohe knew her thoughts, she wouldn't be able to squirt out a mouthful of rice.

Li Tiancheng is a good child, but Lin Xiaohe just treats him as a younger brother. Besides, she has lived two lives, and her mental age is almost over thirty, how can she look down on such a little child?

Old Master Kong didn't even eat well because of the thousand-character text, so he left in a hurry with his heart.

How to work in this matter, he still has to get his son's opinion.

Village Chief Liu was full of oil, and praised Lin Xiaohe to Lin Dahu, making Lin Dahu feel as if he had drunk two taels of liquor, dizzy, and smiling that was a cute one, and Lin Xiaohe, who was looking at it, just wanted to cover his face.

After eating, Zheng Xiaohua stopped Lin Xiaohe's idea of helping to clean up, and stuffed Lin Lele into her arms, but Aunt Li followed to help clean up, while Lin Xiaohe stayed in the yard to talk to Li Youtian.

"Uncle Li's craftsmanship is really not good, this crutch can be called a work of art."

The crutches made by Li Youtian for Lin Dahu can definitely be called very exquisite, and the wood used is old locust wood, which is hard in texture, and it is not rotten when exposed to water, and it is not easy to be eaten by insects.

Hearing Lin Xiaohe say this, Lin Dahu nodded: "Your Uncle Li's craftsmanship is really not enough, the length of this crutch is just right." ”

As he spoke, he walked around the yard twice with his crutches, and the smile on his face never stopped.

Li Youtian was a little embarrassed and waved his hand: "Hey, my craft is not worth mentioning." It's still Xiaohe's smart mind to design this kind of thing.

By the way, Xiaohe, tomorrow I want to take Brother Big Tiger to the village and take a walk in the next village.

A few years ago, the military service was very heavy, and many people were left with a slight disability, and there was an example of Brother Dahu, I think there should still be a certain market for our crutches. ”

Lin Xiaohe nodded: "It's an idea, it's just that the crutches are too easy to imitate, and there is no technical difficulty in making them, everyone just didn't realize this before."

Once you meet with a cane, even if it is an ordinary person, you can use two wooden sticks instead.

So I don't think this crutch will make much money. ”

Listening to Lin Xiaohe's words, Li Youtian frowned, thought about it carefully, and felt that Lin Xiaohe's words made sense. How many of these ten miles and eight villages have leg problems?

And a farmer, simple carpentry work, who can't do it?

Even if it is not as refined as he does, at least in terms of practicality, it will not be much less than what he does.

They are all poor people, who wants to pay money to buy two wooden shelves?

Seeing Li Youtian's slightly lost expression, Lin Xiaohe knew that he had figured this out.

"It's easy to get materials, plus there is no skill, crutches are easy to popularize, but it's not easy to make money, didn't we say it before, why does Uncle Li still look disappointed?"

Li Youtian was a little embarrassed: "It's me who is greedy, so do you think this wheelchair can be sold?" ”

Lin Xiaohe nodded affirmatively: "There must be a market for wheelchairs, this thing is not only useful for people with inconvenient legs and feet, but also for some elderly and frail people."

However, the market for this wheelchair is not in the countryside, but in the town, in the county seat.

Because this thing is very troublesome to build, as for the pricing geometry, I don't know now, and it is easy to use the material from us close to the mountains.

In this way, Uncle Li, you first sit on a sample and come out, calculate the cost of man-hours and materials, and then we will set a reasonable price.

Scarcity is expensive, and wheelchairs can still make a profit.

These are only temporary, and the woodcraft industry is our future development direction. ”

Li Youtian nodded: "Okay, then I'll do it tomorrow and build the wheelchair." ”

"Well, there's no need to rush, the sample must be as delicate and beautiful as possible. By the way, Tiancheng, is the school's rest day coming? ”

Li Tiancheng was in a daze, he found that Sister Xiaohe was talking to his father, he seemed to be a little incomprehensible, but he didn't expect to be suddenly named by Lin Xiaohe.