The Analects of Righteous Father’s Collapse

"You made these?"

At noon, Xu Xiuxiu came back from work and saw several delicate straw baskets placed on the kang of the room, and asked with some surprise.

For the countryman, straw weaving is a job that most people can get started with. The only difference is whether it is exquisite or rough. Xu Xiuxiu will also make a little basket, but she thinks that she is far There is no high river.

She thought about it carefully. Since her marriage to the Jiang family in the past ten years, her husband seems to have never been exposed to light-weight jobs. She either earns work every day or picks up water for the family. She thought to herself, maybe I did not give my husband this opportunity to perform before.

"Well, I figured it out. Ordinary straw baskets were taken to the market. Maybe no one was willing to buy them. I wondered if I could make a dim sum. Look at this pair of fruit pots with words Those in the city who are about to celebrate a happy event find it rare."

Jiang Liu received the memory of the original body. Naturally, it was determined that the original body would have a little straw craftsmanship. So he came up with such a way to make money. Otherwise, he would do something that does not match the personal ability of the original body. He also worried about himself. The exposure drew suspicion from each other's loved ones.

"good looking!"

Xu Xiuxiu nodded with emphasis, and looked over and over at the extremely delicate small fruit bowl with the embroidered characters.

I don’t know how the river flow was woven. In addition to weaving the red thatch into the fruit bowl to form the word, the pattern of the straw is not the same as what you usually see. A row of twist braids made of thick strands of thatch , A few lines of fine spiral pattern, the surface of the fruit bowl has a delicate texture undulation, all the thatch is treated very well, without showing any roughness.

Although it is just a fruit bowl woven from the least valuable thatch, Xu Xiuxiu thinks that it is more beautiful than the expensive enamel cups sold by the supply and marketing cooperatives.

She couldn't help but put it down, carefully groping for the word on the fruit tray. When she married the Jiang family, in addition to the clothes on her body, she only took a bed with a quilt as the dowry. Two tables of drinks, posted a red paper cut on the door, without blowing, the wedding was completed.

For today's women, getting married is really only one thing in a lifetime, and Xu Xiuxiu is not complaining. When I think about my wedding, I always feel sorry.

Especially at this moment, when she saw these delicate straw compotes, she couldn't help thinking of how happy the newlyweds would have them in the future.

"Good-looking, let's keep this pair of fruit bowls. When we were married to you before, we didn't give you anything, and it made you and me suffer for so many years."

Jiang Liu originally planned to sell the pair of fruit bowls, but Xu Xiuxiu's favorite expression suddenly changed her mind.

"No, no, no such beautiful things are needed at home."

Hearing what her husband said, Xu Xiuxiu was a little sweet in her heart, but she still refused without thinking.

This pair of fruit bowls is so beautiful, there will surely be young men and women who are about to get married, and now the family is short of money, Jiang Liu needs to make up for their health, and the hospital still owes so much money. Compared with these two things, Her likes are the most worthless.

"It’s not necessary anymore. The pair of fruit bowls at home is to motivate us to make a lot of money. Buy a lot of fruit cubes and melon seeds to fill up the fruit bowls. Besides, I’ve already studied how to make the straws more. Good looking, just a pair of fruit plates, I can make more."

As the body functions gradually merged with the brain, the movements of the river weaving became more and more smooth. He did not adulterate this sentence. With such a fruit plate, he can edit five or six a day.

"I have no ambitions, I can eat enough and pay off my debts, and I will be content."

Xu Xiuxiu did not dare to think about what kind of fairy life the fruit plate in the house was filled with seeds and sugar cubes. Listening to her husband’s description, she couldn’t help but look forward to and smile, but she still said that she was simple and more Realistic words.

"I'll cook lunch for you first."

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

"No, I've already burned it and put it in the pot to warm it. You just bring the food over."

Perhaps it was unhappy childhood. Jiangliu especially yearned for the kind of bland life where husband and wife share the same pains and sorrows, and he felt that the former was more reliable and pragmatic than the violent and shocking love.

Now because of special reasons, he couldn't make Xu Xiuxiu change jobs in the field. She is a woman, engaged in labor intensity comparable to that of a man. When she comes back, she has to cook, cook, and clean, while Jiang Liu rests comfortably at home. In doing relatively simple work of straw weaving, he felt that he was too much of a thing, so Jiang Liu simply contracted three meals at home.

"How can you go to the kitchen as a big man."

Xu Xiuxiu was touched and a little embarrassed. From childhood to education, she told her that the kitchen is a woman's site, and a good woman should not let her man cook.

"Why can't I go? There are so many bachelors in the village. I don't have to cook my own food. Besides, I don't find anything to do and I can't do anything. I will do the cooking later."

The rivers waved their hands, somewhat disappointed.

What a gentleman’s far-off kitchen is the broken thoughts passed down from the older generation. His mother ran away in the previous life. It wasn’t that he carried the banner of cooking at home alone. Besides, he never said he was a gentleman. He is a real villain who is confusing at the bottom of society.

When Xu Xiuxiu came to the kitchen, she really saw the food that was kept in the pot and kept warm with the residual 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 the food, Xu Xiuxiu couldn't hold back and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

The women in the village all said that her life was bitter, especially when they were separated from the Jiang family. After they got nothing but paid off their debts.

But Xu Xiuxiu really felt that she had lived for more than 20 years, except at the moment when her mother was still very happy at this moment.

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"Liuzi is coming quickly, leaving you a place."

"Everyone gave way, gave Liu Zi a hand, and brought his basket up."

Today is a good day to catch the market in the middle of the month. The members on the team are ecstatic and need to go to the market to exchange supplies. The members of the community will 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, and the entire production team shares a truck. Everyday, everyone is very careful with this fixed asset. Except for the transportation of goods, this large truck can be used on the rush day of two days a month.

Jiang Liu carried a large bamboo basket filled with all kinds of straw weaves he had made. The bamboo basket was covered with cloth, but he could not see what was inside.

When he came, a lot of people had been waiting in the commune's drying valley. After seeing him coming over, some members of the three brigades enthusiastically helped him to send the bamboo basket to the truck pocket, and then pushed out a place for him to sit.

There are many people catching up today. The truck is already full of people and full of goods. Many people who have arrived earlier than the river have not occupied the position yet, but the tragic experience of the river has spread too widely. No one stood up against his name.

However, this privilege will not be available until the market. Everyone scatters to find a place, and then take out the fruits and vegetables or other agricultural products in their own land to exchange for the items they need. The river has not yet adapted to this kind of robbery, slow In one step, he could only put his things in a small corner temporarily unoccupied.

He spread the cloth originally covered in the bamboo basket on the ground, and then put out the straw weaves in the bamboo basket one by one.

When he counted the goods, he found that there were two more of his goods, and the extra ones came from the couple of fruit bowls he had said to stay at home.

At this time, Jiang Liu recalled that when Xiuxiu went out in the morning, he offered to help him clean up the goods. I am afraid that the couplet was jammed by the other party at that time.

I like it so much, but I still took out the pair of fruit bowls. Jiang Liu couldn't help but sigh that the family is still too poor, and at the same time, he was also touched. He cursed at the original pig brain. He didn't know how to cherish such a good woman.

"Mom, you see how beautiful these fruit bowls are. I actually wrote a word in red straw. I will use these fruit bowls to hold sugar apples on my wedding day."

When Jiangliu was moved, the business came.

A young woman in Lenin costume stood in front of his booth and picked up the couple of fruit bowls.

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

The young woman was estimated to be her mother. The other party was carrying a pair of cocks and a basket of eggs. Jiang Liu thought about the young woman. The mother and daughter were supposed to come to the market to prepare things for the wedding feast.

"But many people have enamel cups, so I still saw the fresh and strange fruit plate first, Mom, you look at this straw box, and also bring a small buckle, how beautiful the peony flower on top is, I can use it It’s for my cream and clam oil, I want this one too."

Every woman's body is sealed by a shopaholic. The woman who was originally attracted by the word fruit tray was suddenly attracted by a small square box with a peony pattern and refused to let go.

Looking at the young woman's dress, she knew that the family conditions were very good, and it was such a big event as marriage. The other party's mother finally agreed to her request and bought back the things she liked.

Because it is a worthless thatched weave, even if it has a technical bonus, it is destined to be no higher than the rare enamel products of this era, perhaps because the price is lower than the price in my heart, and the other party picked several things in one breath. After the mother and daughter left, Jiangliu's goods dropped by a quarter.

Perhaps the river's straw weaves are indeed rare. Perhaps the move of the mother and daughter just drew the curious crowd. Before the market ended, the last straw box on the river's stall was also bought.

He spent half a month collecting the thatch flowers, drying and dyeing them, and weaving and forming patterns. Finally, he received a four-pound and seven-two food stamp, a three-foot cloth ticket, two industrial vouchers, a pair of pig ears and sixteen Bucks.

But the original body is exhausted in the field, and the annual earned points are converted into money in addition to the exchanged food, which is 50 or 60 yuan.

Jiang Liu realized that his business might really be able to continue.