MTL - The Analects of Righteous Father’s Collapse-Chapter 6 Stupid Man 6

"These are all you compiled?"

At noon, Xu Xiuxiu came back from work and saw several delicate grasshoppers on the plaque of the room. I couldn’t help but ask.

For the countryman, the straw is a work that most people can do. The only difference is that the exquisiteness is rough or rough. Xu Xiuxiu will also make a basket of scorpions, but she believes her level is far. There is no river coming high.

She carefully recalled that her husband, who had been married to Jiangjia for ten years, did not seem to have touched a similarly light work. Every day, she did not earn a job in the land, or she gave water to her family. She thought, maybe I have not given this opportunity to my husband before.

"Well, I pondered a bit. Ordinary grasshoppers took the market and maybe no one wants to buy them. I thought about whether I could make a dim sum. How about the fruit bowl with the swear words? Maybe there will be Those in the city who are about to do something happy feel very rare."

Jiang Liu received the memory of the original body. Naturally, it was determined that the original craftsmanship would be a little straw, and he came up with such a way to make money. Otherwise, he would not worry about the personal ability of the original body. He also worried about himself. The exposure attracted the suspicion of the other relatives.

"good looking!"

Xu Xiuxiu focused on nodding and looked over and over at the small fruit plate with the slogan and extraordinarily exquisite.

I don’t know how Jiangliu was compiled. In addition to the red-skinned thatch is put into the fruit bowl to form the scorpion, the straw pattern is not the same as the ordinary one. The line is made of thick-grained thatch. A few rows of delicate spirals, the surface of the fruit plate with exquisite texture undulations, all the thatch is treated very well, no rough.

Although it is just a fruit plate woven by the least valuable thatch, Xu Xiuxiu feels that it is better than the expensive enamel cup sold in the supply and marketing agency.

Some of her loved it, carefully licking the word on the fruit plate. When she married Jiang, she only took a quilt as a dowry except for her clothes. At that time, the days in the country were also bitter. Two tables of wine, a red paper on the door, the word is not blown, the wedding is completed.

For the woman nowadays, marriage is really only one thing in a lifetime. Xu Xiuxiu is not complaining. When I think of my wedding, I feel sorry for it.

Especially at this moment, seeing this pair of delicate straw fruit bowls, she couldn't help but think about how happy she is to have their newlyweds in the future.

"Good-looking, then we will keep the fruit plate. I didn't give it to you when I was married with you. I also let you and I have suffered for so many years."

Jiang Liu originally intended to take out the fruit plate and sell it. He could see Xu Xiuxiu’s favorite expression and suddenly changed his mind.

"No, no, no need for such a beautiful thing at home."

When she heard her husband's words, Xu Xiuxiu was a little sweet, but she still refused to think about it.

This is so beautiful for the fruit plate, there must be young men and women who are about to get married to see the Chinese, now the family is lack of money, the river needs to make up the body, the hospital still owes so much money, compared with these two things, Her likes are the least valuable.

"Why don't you need it, a pair of fruit bowls are placed at home, in order to encourage us to make more money, buy a lot of fruit candy pieces and fill the fruit bowls. Besides, I have already studied how to make the thatch." Looks good, just a pair of fruit bowls, I can make more."

As the body functions gradually merge with the brain, the movement of the river weaving is more and more smooth. He can not be adulterated in this sentence. He can edit five or six in one day.

"I have no ambitions, I can eat enough, I am satisfied, and I am satisfied."

Xu Xiuxiu did not dare to think about what kind of fairy life is filled with melon seeds and candy pieces at home. Listening to her husband’s description, her face is not brought with a yearning and a smile, but she still said that she is simple and more Practical words.

"I will go to lunch for you first."

Xu Xiuxiu put down the fruit bowl in his hand and turned to cook in the kitchen. The utility room that was originally assigned to them had been changed into a kitchen. Now the three meals of the young couple are all done on their stove.

"No, I have already burned it, put it in the pot, and you just bring the food over."

Perhaps it is a childhood unhappiness, Jiangliu especially yearning for the kind of husband and wife who share the same pains and sorrows, compared to the violent and earth-shattering love, he feels that the former is more reliable and practical.

Now for special reasons, he couldn't make Xu Xiuxiu change his job in the field. She is a woman who is engaged in labor intensity comparable to that of a man. She has to cook and wash her laundry, and Jiangliu rests comfortably at home. With a relatively simple drafting work, he felt that he was too much of a thing, so Jiangliu simply contracted three meals at home.

"How can you go to the kitchen with a big man?"

Xu Xiuxiu was touched and somewhat embarrassed. Her education from childhood to school told her that the kitchen is a woman's site. A good woman should not let her man cook.

"How can I not go, there are so many bachelors in the village, I still have to cook for myself, and then I will not be able to find something to do. I will give it to me afterwards."

The river is swinging, and some don’t care.

What kind of gentleman is far from the kitchen, it is the broken thought passed down by the older generation. The last generation of his mother ran away. It’s not that he picked up the banner of cooking at home. Besides, he never said that he is a gentleman. He is a real villain who is immersed in the bottom of society and is frank.

When Xu Xiuxiu came to the kitchen, she saw the food kept in the pan with the remaining temperature of the stove.

A pot of sweet potato porridge, a bowl of water fried cabbage, and a boiled egg cut in half.

Looking at these meals, Xu Xiuxiu did not hold back and wiped his eyes with his sleeves.

The women in the village said that she was suffering, especially after the separation of the Jiang family. They did not get anything but also split their debts.

Xu Xiuxiu really feels that she has lived for more than 20 years, and she is especially happy at this moment except when her mother is still there.

******

"The rapper is coming over and leaving you a place."

"Everyone gave up, handing the handle to the sling and putting his basket up."

Today is a good day to gather in the middle of the month. The team is happy, and the members who need to go to the market to exchange materials gather in the commune early in the morning, waiting for the truck driver of the commune to take them to the market.

The Red Star Commune has a total of six production teams. The entire production team shares a truck. Everyone on the week is very cautious about this fixed asset. In addition to transporting the goods, the big truck can be used on the day of the month.

The river is carrying a big bamboo raft, which contains all kinds of straws that he has made. The bamboo rafts are covered with cloth, but they can't see what is inside.

When he came, the commune's sunbathing field had already waited for a lot of people. Some of the members of the three squadrons saw him coming over and enthusiastically helped him to send the bamboo baskets to the truck pocket, and then squeezed out a position for him to sit.

There are many people on the market today. The trucks are full of people and filled with goods. Many people who have come earlier than the river have not yet occupied the position, but the tragic experience of the river has spread too much. His name, no one actually stood up against it.

However, this privilege waited until the market was gone. Everyone was scattered around looking for vacancies. Then they took out the fruits and vegetables or other agricultural products they had left to exchange their own items. The river had not adapted to this kind of looting behavior for a while. One step, I can only put my own things in a small corner that is temporarily occupied.

He laid the cloth that had been placed on the bamboo basket on the floor, and then laid out the straw in the bamboo basket one by one.

When he counted the goods, he found that he had two more items, and the extra ones were the pair of lyrics that he had said before staying at home.

At this time, Jiang Liu recalled that when he went out in the morning, Xiu Xiu offered to help him to pick up the goods. This is probably the time when the fruit plate was stuffed by the other party.

Obviously like it, but still took the fruit plate out, Jiang flow could not help but sigh that this home is still too poor, but also some moved, secretly the original pig brain, such a good woman he does not know how to cherish.

"Mom, you see that the fruit plate is so beautiful. Actually, I still use a red straw to make a slogan. On the day of my wedding, I will use this fruit plate to hold a candy apple."

When Jiangliu was moved, the business came to the door.

A young woman dressed in Lenin stood in front of his booth and picked up the pair of lyrics.

"Don't you still tell me to buy you an enamel cup?"

The young woman is estimated to be her mother. The other side is holding a pair of **** and a basket of eggs. When the river thinks about the young woman, the mother and daughter are estimated to come to the market to prepare for the wedding banquet.

"A lot of people can have enamel cups. I am still seeing the fresh and fruity fruit plate. Mom, you lick this straw box, and also carry a small buckle. The peony flower on the top is beautiful, I can use It comes with my cream and oyster sauce, which I want."

Every woman's body was sealed with a shopaholic. The woman who was originally attracted by the swearing fruit plate was suddenly attracted by a small box of peony patterns and refused to let go.

Looking at the dress of the young woman, she knew that the family condition was very good, and it was a big event like marriage. The other mother finally agreed to her request and bought back what she saw.

Because it is worthless thatched things, even if there is a craft bonus, it is destined that its price will not be higher than the rare enamel products of this era, perhaps because the price is lower than the price of the heart, the other side picks several pieces in one breath. Items, after the mother and daughter left, the flow of goods was a quarter less.

Perhaps the straw products of the rivers are indeed rare. Perhaps it was just the move of the mother and daughter that attracted curious people. Before the end of the market, the last straw scorpion on the river stall was also bought.

It took him half a month to collect the thatched flowers, dry the dyeing, conceived the pattern weaving, and finally exchanged four pounds and seventy-two food stamps, three-foot cloth tickets, two industrial coupons, a pair of pig ears and sixteen. Block money.

The original body is exhausted and tired in the field, and the annual earned work points are divided into fifty or sixty yuan in addition to the exchange of food.

Jiang Liu realized that his sale could really be done.