Chapter 19 Seduction

Old Zhoutou was reluctant to move, "What are you doing with that little basket, you shouldn't eat or drink."

"You can make money by making flower baskets," Man Bao told her father about her plan, only omitting the sugar, she said confidently: "When the time comes to earn money, I can give my father a fortune. ."

Old Zhou Tou touched the shredded tobacco on his waist, but he didn't want to smoke it. He had already decided to sell all the cigarettes in the house. Although it was not worth much, he could still pick up some medicines for the old lady.

Old Zhou Tou glanced at his daughter, shook his head and said, "Dad doesn't care about the hard work, so I still don't do it."

He didn't want to mess around with a bunch of kids.

Everyone's faces showed disappointment, so Man Bao went to her mother for support, Qian Shi couldn't bear Man Bao's coquettishness, so she could only say to Lao Zhoutou, "What a big deal, you are idle when you are idle, just Make up a few for the children, that one is easy."

When the wife spoke, the daughter and a group of grandchildren watched eagerly. Old Zhoutou 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 that Datou and Ertou were also squatting down to watch the fun, he brought them over and said, "Come on, grandpa will teach you, you are not too young, it's time to learn a little craft."

There are not many people who know bamboo weaving in the village, but not particularly few, but this craft is not something you can master after you have learned it. At least the whole village, young and old, can sell bamboo weaving to the market or county town.

The bamboo baskets he weaves are strong and dense, and even the wheat cannot leak out, but some people make bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets. , it can be used a few times and the bamboo strips will deviate. If there is a hole, the thing will be useless.

The craftsmanship of Lao Zhoutou belongs to this latter category.

However, he can't weave the big bamboo basket, so the one that the little girl is holding is only as big as her little head, isn't it good to weave it?

That's just a piece of shit, putting ten eggs in the sky, and Lao Zhoutou felt that it would not be damaged if he carried it for ten years.

Because he didn't take this thing seriously, and he used all the bamboo strips that Erlang discarded, so he didn't feel bad and let his grandchildren follow him.

Man Bao was also very moved when he saw it, he also took bamboo sticks to learn, and also pulled Da Ya and Er Ya.

Old Zhoutou glanced at his two granddaughters. This kind of craft should not be learned by girls, but he glanced at the bamboo sticks on the ground. Old Zhoutou thought, learn, learn, this bamboo stick is very difficult to use again after one use. Now, he's not the second son, so he can't come back.

Once the bamboo strips are used up, there is no need to weave any more.

Man Bao didn't know his father's conspiracy, and stared at his actions seriously.

Old Zhou Tou said to her, "You little baby, you can't bend the bamboo sticks, what are you doing here? Be careful not to hurt your hands."

Qian Shi sat on a stool to bask in the sun, smiled, and waved to Man Bao, "Man Bao, come here and teach you."

Man Bao happily ran over with the bamboo stick in his arms, "Mother, do you still know how to weave bamboo?"

"I've watched it all my life, and even if I haven't tried it, I know it in my heart." Qian was ill and couldn't do heavy work, but this kind of sitting and bending bamboo sticks was fine.

She just sat like this, while weaving, and explaining to Man Bao that this kind of small bamboo weaving was not difficult, and the speed was very fast. Qian's first finished product came out soon.

Man Bao took it and compared the two that her father had already made, wrinkled her little nose and said, "Mother, you are so ugly."

Lao Zhoutou laughed proudly, "Your father has already made a lot of bamboo weaving, of course it looks better than your mother's."

Qian Shi was not discouraged, and he waved to Man Bao, "Bring a few more and I'll make up another one."

She smiled and said, "Practice makes perfect, you can learn something you don't know a few times."

Man Bao felt that what her mother said made sense, so she dragged another bamboo stick to her mother.

Originally, I moved from my grandfather to my grandma's to study, but I felt that my grandma made it ugly. The four children who just moved back to my grandfather's side looked left and right, and I didn't know who would be better to learn from.

Man Bao disliked them, "You can't be halfhearted like this. Forget it, big head and two heads, you can follow your father to learn, and big girl and two girls come to learn from your mother."

Only then did the four children settle down and no longer move around.

Qian shi looked at it with a smile, and felt that it was her daughter who made up her mind.

Man Bao was the most leisurely person in the audience. It was on the surface. In fact, she was also very busy. As soon as the bamboo basket was made, Man Bao took it and discussed with Keke, "Do you think the bamboo basket made by my mother can be used? Start?"

The system said: "There is no item in this world that cannot be a commodity, you can carry out secondary processing."

Man Bao: "Then I will give it the most beautiful flower."

Man Bao began to choose the most beautiful flowers she thought were the most beautiful flowers from the flower pile, and then put them into her mother's flower basket, and the colors were mixed into a pile, but she liked it very much, and she was overjoyed, "This flower basket is beautiful at first glance. "

Keke was silent for a while before saying: "There may not be many people in this world who have the same aesthetics as the host."

Man Bao recited this sentence over and over again, and then he reacted with hindsight, "Keke, do you think my flower basket is ugly?"

"Flower baskets are not like this." The system couldn't help but searched for some pictures in the encyclopedia, and then threw them to Man Bao, "This kind of ability is called flower baskets, you call it, um, bamboo trash cans with flowers. Or A trash can of failed products."

Man Bao could no longer hear what Keke was talking about. She stared at the pictures with bright eyes and almost rolled on the ground happily, "So beautiful, so beautiful, Keke, will you send me a gift?"

The old Zhoutou and Qian Shi saw their daughter hugging her broken bamboo basket and drooling from laughter.

The couple were silent for a while, and then took another look at the messy flowers she had inserted into the bamboo basket. They felt that they had to pay attention to the beauty and ugliness education of their children. Really, how could she be so happy with such an ugly bamboo basket?

The first four children lowered their heads, wishing they could bury them in the bamboo sticks. My sister-in-law must be thinking about their plan to make money again, but can such ugly bamboo baskets really be sold?

The system glanced at Manbao's points and said, "Host, your points are enough to buy bamboo baskets, but you don't have the authority to open the mall, so I can't buy them for you."

It was the first time Man Bao heard about the mall and asked, "What is a mall?"

"It's just like your market, where the host can buy all kinds of things, as well as flower baskets."

"Then when can I open the mall?" Man Bao felt that if the mall could open, wouldn't she go to the market whenever she wanted in the future?

"It can be done when the host's accumulated points reach 1,000 and there is no historical debt."

Man Bao slumped his shoulders and learned how to bargain with her second brother, "It's a lot, can't it be cheaper?"

Keke ruthlessly rejected her, "No way!"

After a long, long time, Man Bao grew up a little, and she became smarter. One day she saw the kind of candy that Keke often bought her in the mall, and then she thought of what happened today, and her reaction was an afterthought. Come over, "Keko, you fool me!"

Keke: Don't fool you, are you willing to move forward?

As for which one is better at flickering, it's not Keke, but Lin Qingwan next door and next door. Yes, it's Lin Qingwan in "Lin's Ronghua". She relied on sincere and kind flickering to do her part in the unification of the world. Li, book lovers who haven't read it can take a look at it, it's already fattened to the end.