Song Jialin put away her things, she went out in the morning and rented a house for three months for 20 yuan.

In such a mountainous area, the rent is so expensive, no wonder it can't be rented.

If it weren't for the fact that this house happened to be next to Jiang Li's house, she wouldn't have given this kind of rag to her!

Song Jialin took her wallet in the afternoon, closed the door of the store again, and called the clerk Sister Yang to carry things for her.

Song Jialin just bought and paid for it, and Sister Yang kept following her buttocks, helping to carry large bags and small bags.

Song Jialin bought all the things, and asked Sister Yang to send the things to the mountain in the afternoon.

Sister Yang has never been to Jiangjia Village, and she asked everywhere for directions to find a place.

Song Jialin had dinner at home, said hello to her father and went out.

"Dad, I'm going to a friend's house for a few days, and I won't be back in the next few days."

"Which friend's house are you going to go to? Don't you even explain it clearly? Where will I find you then? ”

Before Song Baoshun could say anything, Zhang Yuhua was worried, knowing that her daughter didn't want to see her, she couldn't help but interject.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs, you don't have to worry about where I go, you just take care of my dad at home."

Song Jialin's attitude towards her mother is very cold, but Zhang Yuhua has long been used to it, and she is completely unaware of her daughter's cold words.

"That is, my daughter is older and has her own ideas. You just take care of yourself, and you don't have to worry about Jia Lin's affairs. ”

Song Baoshun spoke, and Zhang Yuhua's stomach was full of words and was choked again.

"Thank you, Dad, Dad has done the best for me."

Song Jialin hugged Song Baoshun's arm and shook it gently, Zhang Yuhua looked at her, and Song Jialin immediately gave her a roll of her eyes impatiently.

"What do you see, clean up the table after eating, don't be stunned here every day, Dad, am I right?"

Song Jialin changed her tone twice in a short period of time, Zhang Yuhua was stunned, but Song Baoshun felt that what her daughter said was very right.

"Yes, yes, my daughter is right!"

Zhang Yuhua looked at the intimate interaction between the father and daughter in a daze, and then looked at herself alone, feeling a little uncomfortable.

After eating, Song Jialin left with her small bag on her back.

The reason why she chose to go up the mountain at night was because of Zhang Yuhua's stupid things.

It's such a big person, I went to pick up the child in broad daylight, but the child didn't get it, and I was kicked out by the people in the village, I really don't know what to say about her.

Song Jialin thought of this incident as a fire in her belly, she didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, so she planned to pass quietly.

The reason why she didn't tell Zhang Yuhua was because she had a bad reputation in Jiangjia Village, otherwise she would have been much easier to keep her by her side to help with some chores.

In the afternoon, Jiang Li was still taking the baby in the room, and several people came to knock on the door.

"My niece is taking care of the child, and whatever you have to say to me is the same."

Zhang Guocai held a dry tobacco in his mouth, sat under the eaves and quickly weaved a basket.

Each time he weaves baskets, the shape is different, and the purpose is also different.

The person who knocked on the door was attracted by his skillful weaving skills and asked casually.

"You're pretty good at weaving this basket, how are you going to sell it?"

"The big one costs two dollars a piece, the medium one costs one dollar, and the small one only costs five cents."

Zhang Guocai has woven a lot of shapes, some are simple baskets, and there are many dustpans.

These things are big and small, and they take different amounts of time and effort.

Zhang Guocai didn't like knitting before, and felt that it was a waste of time and easy to hurt his hands, but this time he became more and more comfortable, and his skills became more and more proficient.

At this time, Zhang Guocai didn't think much about it, he felt that he couldn't make any money from these manual jobs, so he didn't look forward to it.

"What's that one you made up? Can you take a look at it? ”

Someone pointed to the two-seater basket woven by Zhang Guocai and asked curiously, and Zhang Guocai hurriedly waved his hand.

"This is a double basket for my nephew and grandson to sit in, this one is not sold, and it will not be sold to you."

"What about that? That one looks quite peculiar, do you sell it? ”

The villager pointed to a box in the shape of a duck, which was very strange to look at.

"It's a box, and my niece made a drawing for me to weave."

Zhang Guocai was full of praise when he talked about this box.

"This box is quite difficult to weave, and it looks weird."

With his introduction, the eyes of the villagers were also attracted by the box.

"How much are you going to sell this for?"

"This doesn't look big, the difficulty of weaving is not small, it was originally to be sold for two yuan, you are the first order today, if you sincerely want it, 1 piece 5 will be on the line."

Zhang Guocai is now shy in his pocket, and he eats, wears and lives in his niece's house, if he doesn't make some money, he is really embarrassed to eat and drink for nothing.

Especially his niece cooks food for him every day, and he is full of meals every day, such a good niece, Zhang Guocai is reluctant to let her suffer a little.

Zhang Guocai's jargon was taught by Jiang Li, Zhang Guocai followed and learned a few mouths, at first he was a little uncomfortable, but now he is smooth, and the villagers who say it one by one are ready to move.

"Then get me one, my daughter-in-law will definitely like this style when I take it back."

1 yuan 5 is not cheap, but the thought of buying something and earning 5 cents immediately, the villagers are immediately moved.

The first transaction has promoted other people's desire to buy.

"How do you sell this little dustpan? It's five cents for such a small one, right? ”

"This dustpan is not small, how is it also medium-sized, it was originally going to be sold for a piece, if you really like it, take it for five cents, but don't tell others in the follow-up, otherwise this business can't be done."

Zhang Guocai said this, and the man immediately paid 5 cents happily and bought a small dustpan.

Zhang Guocai knitted a total of 8 things, and 5 were sold in just a while.

He didn't dare to count the money in front of everyone, and secretly estimated in his heart that these five things made a total of six yuan.

Zhang Guocai, who had a clean face, instantly straightened his waist, and his attitude towards everyone was much better.

"Why don't you leave after you bought something? Is there something else going on? ”

"That's it, is there still the yam glutinous rice cake that Jiang Li sent before?"

Zhang Guocai fixed his eyes and saw that these people were all the people who Jiang Yi had sent yam glutinous rice cakes before.

He frowned slightly, thinking in his heart: "Could it be that these people are too little after eating, and they took the initiative to come over and ask for it?" They all look good, it shouldn't be possible, right? You can't be so thick-skinned, right? ”

Zhang Guocai didn't say anything for a while, everyone realized that their words might be ambiguous, Zhang Guocai was misunderstood, and hurriedly waved his hands and explained: "It's not what you think, we don't take it for nothing, if the price is right, I want to buy some and give it away!" ”