Canghai is very embarrassed now. What he told Li Licheng at the time would definitely be good. Who knew that it had been on the Internet for almost a week and there was no one asking.

In fact, at this time, the boy Canghai was a little bit slimy in his heart. He thought that a basket worth five or six hundred yuan was not expensive, but others didn't think so.

If you say that Li Licheng's basket quality is really good, and it's even more exquisite, it's even more important to be able to sell it. The price is not enough. Generally, families will not buy this thing, and families who can afford it are not favored, because this thing is not famous at all. Since there is no reputation, why don't people buy it for fifty or sixty yuan each, and it will cost ten times the money to buy this thing for you.

Isn’t it too high to low? Isn’t it just that I can’t sell it?

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

"Your thing is good, but who is the average person who buys it? Is it blind? " Qi Yue said it was quite rude, and it hit Cang Hai's old face directly.

Cang Haiyou explained: "How many days does the old man take to get one, isn't it worth a few hundred dollars?"

"Anyway, no one buys me, 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," said Qi Yue.

Canghai looked at the two little swallows flying around on his head, and kept chirping. After the efforts of the two little swallows, the swallow pot was completed. Now the two little swallows are holding things into the bird's nest, all of which are warm. For example, now, Canghai saw a little swallow holding a tuft of hair. He didn't know whether the chicken was on the duckling, and happily put it into his nest.

"I'm dead now, our swallows are building a nest."

"Your swallows are in charge of your business? Don't hang up, I have something to say to you." Qi Yue immediately raised his voice a few degrees on the other end.

Cang Hai's attention was still on his bird's nest: "Say".

"I'll send you a picture later. Go and ask the old man if you can make it up. If possible, I'll pay for one!" Qi Yue said.

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

"Okay, it's only a few hundred yuan. You still care about this little money. You have become a stingy person when you have money," Qi Yue said angrily.

"You are not my wife, why should I give you money?" Cang Hai continued to look at Xiaoyanzi, not knowing if he could see the little bird's nest after looking at it for so long.

Qi Yue directly retorted: "I'm so fucking dare to marry me, do you boy dare to marry me?"

"I dare not, I dare not!" Cang Hai shivered and said repeatedly when he thought of marrying Qi Yue back.

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

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

Not only Canghai, but also the elderly in the village are talking about this. Generally speaking, the rainy season is just a few intermittent events. The heavy rainstorm has not lasted for more than half a day since Canghai’s memory. This year, the rainy season has come so surging. It’s almost two months, and the rain has almost never stopped. No matter how big or small the sky, it always means that it is raining.

Dingdong!

He looked down and took out his cell phone and found that the picture Qi Yue sent to him had come out.

When I looked at the picture, Canghai found that there were a few small bags on the picture, to be precise, a few small kun bags woven from bamboo. The size was not big, square or round. Anyway, they were all small bags carried by women, just a little bit, but they looked quite cumbersome, and in terms of technical requirements, they were much higher than the baskets of Canghai's family.

"Ping An, stay at home, I'll go to Grandpa Li's house to talk about something." Cang Hai said to Ping An, who was playing with Tietou and Hutou in the house.

Ping'an responded and Canghai went out. Because the rain was light and the two families were close, they did not bring an umbrella and went directly to Li Licheng's kiln entrance in the rain.

"Is Grandpa Li at home?"

"Here! I'm grinding soybeans in the pit." Qiu Shanghua's voice came from the house.

When the door was referring to the ground in the main room, Cang Hai pushed the door in and saw Li Licheng squatting on the ground, holding a small spoon in one hand and pushing a small stone grinder with the other. There was an iron basin at his feet, and half of the soybeans soaked inside.

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

"I'm looking for something to ask you for something, by the way, are you planning to make tofu?" Cang Hai asked.

Li Licheng said: "Well, I'm going to make some. The road is not open now. It's too troublesome to go to the town, so I'll make some tofu and wait and give each store two pieces, and you'll have them too."

"Thank you, Grandpa Li. I'm serious. Can you make up these pictures?"

As he said that, Cang Hai squatted beside Li Licheng, opened his phone and handed it to Li Licheng.

Li Licheng took the phone, took a look, and frowned back. After about ten seconds, Li Licheng stretched out his fingers to flick his knees and began to 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. He started to turn the small hand grinder. After a few turns, the soaked soybean milk overflowed from around the small millstorm. The overflowing white soybean milk flowed along the base of the millstorm into the drainage tank below, and then dripped through a small mouth into a small basin.

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

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

"Woman, why are you talking about?" Li Licheng was very upset when he was interrupted. He glared at Qiu Shanghua and continued to look down at the picture on his phone.

Qiu Shanghua then realized that the old man was looking at Canghai's cell phone, so she smiled and turned around to pick the curtain and go out.

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

"This, this, and there is no big problem with this, but I can't guarantee the last two," said Li Licheng.

"It's enough to have three. If you can do the remaining two, you can't do it, and don't do it. I'll give you the money later. Do you think it's okay if it's 800 yuan per person?" Cang Hai said.

"What?"

"Are you missing?"

Li Lizhen waved his hand and said, "You said someone paid 800 yuan for such a small thing?"

"Don't be happy too early. You don't think you'll have a deal next time. Just finish this order, it's over," Cang Hai said.

Qi Yue is not a shortage of money. Eight hundred yuan is nothing to her. Canghai is naturally willing to take action and just think that this girl has helped the poor, so she can avoid going to the United States to buy those unpractical things. Each one is tens of thousands, which will contribute to the US economy.

"It's not too much at once. How big is this thing? If two slaps are combined, they will give it to 800?" Li Licheng was a little unbelievable. He felt that there was no such stupid person in this world. Such a small thing could cost 800 yuan.

Li Licheng didn't know that there were many people in this world who were stupid in this regard. As long as they were qualified, the colorful plastic bags carried by Chinese farmers and workers could be sold to fashion exhibitions and put on a tag.

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

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

Hu Shijie's voice came over: "Look for your family, I am going to divide my family and separate Ping An and separate households, and I will find him to testify."

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

"That happens to be 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 pick up the curtain, almost collided with Li Licheng.

"Go home," Hu Shijie said, taking two steps back.

After looking at Canghai, Hu Shijie asked, "Where is peace?"

“In my house”

"Go back and call him up." Hu Shijie finished speaking, and signaled Li Licheng to go with him with his hands behind his back.

Canghai went home and called Ping'an. Of course, as soon as the two of them left the house, Tietou and Hutou naturally followed behind them, and the two beasts walked towards Hu Shijie's house like this.

When he arrived at Hu Shijie's home, Cang Hai lifted the curtain in. The good guy was almost fumed by the smell of smoke from the kiln. Several old smoke guns were sucking in it, and he turned a kiln into a fairy cave, scattering smoke.

He reached out and hung up half of the curtain. Canghai found the closest place to the door and squatted down. Ping'an was placed on Canghai's left hand, and the iron head was placed on Canghai's right hand. As for the tiger head, he lay under the eaves outside the door, turning his head to look around.

The atmosphere in the kiln was a bit depressing, and no one in the kiln spoke. The parents of every family in the village arrived. Generally speaking, they were elders. Although Canghai was the only one, they were also the head of the family. What's more, Canghai also deserved this identity for his contribution to the village.

Ping An's mother squatted inside, her face dark and silent, and she seemed a little unhappy.

Hu Shijie's expression at this time was a bit of a general's demeanor. Yun Danfeng was smoking the cigarette, and from time to time he swept the scene with his eyes.

"There are all people here. I'm here to give you a testimony. Although our village is called Sijiaping Village, it is not an outsider. My mother's surname is Li, grandma's surname is Cang, and her second aunt's surname is Wei. Which of our fourjiaping surnames is single-handed, they are all broken bones and connected to the tendons. If you count the generations up, you will be your aunt's cousin."

In Canghai’s hometown, the auntie is a blood-related relative, and it retains a deep tradition of patriarchal society. Simply put, if the uncle dies, the relative will still be there. The nephew’s son and uncle’s grandson can still be discussed, but if the aunt on the mother’s side dies, the third generation cannot ignore the relative. The so-called death of the aunt is what it means.

This thing is completely the product of patriarchal society.

So from the perspective of old sayings, these four square meters are really related. They are all relatives, but this relative is a bit far away, but no matter how far away it is, it is a relative. The elders value this very much.
Chapter completed!