The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Chapter 1093 Business opportunities triggered by a bamboo basket

There were twenty-three children rescued from Jinxiu Textile. Four of them remembered the specific location of their home, but none of them wanted to go home.

Among the four, three were sold by their relatives without mercy and were heartbroken and unwilling to go back. The other was sold as a last resort because her family was too poor. Even if she could go back, she would not be able to solve anything for the family. The misfortune that happened to her would make the family the laughing stock of the whole village, and she didn't want to go back.

The remaining nineteen people were all sold by their families when they were young, and passed through the hands of Renyazi many times before they came to Jinxiu Textile. They had no idea where their homes were. They fell into the hands of evil spirits and almost had their lives ruined. Even if they could find their families, they would be just like the four children and would not want to go back.

At the moment, they are staying in Xiao Ruiyuan's village. Although they have food and drink every day, they only need to do some things within their ability, and no one beats or scolds them, let alone anyone who is unfavorable to them, they are under tremendous psychological pressure. Very unhappy.

 A few of the older children even had the idea of ​​committing suicide. If the people in Zhuangzi hadn't been vigilant and watched closely every day, something might have happened to someone.

These children still have a long life, and it is not a long-term solution for them to stay in Zhuangzi. If they can be given a home and let them come out of the haze of the past, they may not be able to usher in a new life.

 Xin'er's unintentional words reminded Mo Yan. There are many parents in this world who don't take their children seriously, and there are also people who want children but can't. Just like the old couple before, they lost their son and wanted to raise a grandson but couldn't. If these children could be accepted by such people, wouldn't everyone be happy?

In the space, Mo Yan was watching the fire refining Shenfu Qiangxin Pills while thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

Xue Tuanzi on the side couldn't help but said: "Those children have suffered so many hardships, and they don't even believe their own relatives. Will they believe strangers who are not related by blood? Besides, at the age of the old couple, How can they afford to raise a child? I think you should stop trying."

Hearing this, Mo Yan sighed: "You think I can't imagine the difficulties involved? But no matter how difficult it is, you have to try. If you do it well, the merits are immeasurable. Aren't you always urging me to accumulate merit and upgrade? Isn't this a good opportunity now?"

Xue Tuanzi rolled his eyes silently, saying this as if you don’t want to upgrade your space!

Complaints are complaints, Xuetuanzi is still very reliable, and expressed his thoughts: "Instead of trying your best to find people who are willing to raise them, it is better to teach them the skills to settle down and live in peace. You don't want to inherit your master's mantle, Do you want to carry forward Du's Medical Center? Why not train these children to become your good helpers in the future?"

Mo Yan's eyes lit up, it sounded like it was a much more reliable idea than her idea of ​​finding a caregiver. The problem is that she has too many things to do, so where does she have the time and energy to teach them carefully? Should we throw them to the master? But the master doesn’t have time to teach them!

Xue Tuanzi was so stupid that her master cried, and she said with hatred: "Yan Yan, why are you getting more and more stupid? Is it true that the IQ of a woman in love is zero?"

Hearing this, Mo Yan pretended to be angry and flicked the belly of Xue Duanzi, and said fiercely: "If you have an idea, just say it. Do you think it's interesting to hit me in a different way?"

Xue Tuanzi glanced at his master with disdain, feeling deeply that his master's IQ was not worthy of the spiritual spring water he had drank for so many years. He sighed and said: "Didn't you find the right person to take care of your medicinal field? You might as well leave it to him. Let them start by identifying medicinal materials and teach them some basic medicinal knowledge. Once they are completely familiar with it, teach them medical knowledge at intervals. Over time, they will naturally learn a lot. If they want to formally teach medical skills, It all depends on their respective qualifications. If their qualifications are good, just put some effort into cultivating them slowly. If not, you can teach one and let that person teach others, and you don’t need to worry too much."

A smile flashed across Mo Yan's eyes, but she reached out to grab the snow dumplings and praised them without hesitation: "What a great idea! I'm so lucky to have met you! Oh, I think as long as you are here, I can live well even without a brain."

Xue Tuanzi was flattered by this flattery, and said arrogantly: "You know the truth!" At this point, he glanced at Mo Yan with disdain, and said solemnly: "You still have to take care of your brains. I don’t want to have a mentally retarded master.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan suddenly felt itchy in her hands and wanted to slap this guy who likes to hit people into the ground!

Xue Tuanzi sensed the danger, twisted his body, and flew into the air decisively. He stared at Mo Yan with snail eyes to prevent her from suddenly making evil moves.

Mo Yan's lips twitched. Seeing how hard this guy worked for her, she decided to let him go for the time being. Although this guy can be very venomous at times, he doesn't let his guard down when it's critical. The idea he came up with this time is not bad. It can not only help those children, but also share her own worries.

However, this matter may sound easy, but it is not easy to implement. The first thing that must be solved is the food, clothing, housing and transportation problems of these children. There are still a few free rooms at Zhao Mu's place. It's okay for boys to live there, but it's not very convenient for girls. They need to build a few more rooms.

However, the weather is too hot right now to build a house. It will take another two months before we can build a house. In two months, the winery will officially start construction. At that time, Qi Nan will bring back a group of soldiers from the border to build the house together.

Having made up his mind, Mo Yan felt much relieved and started making pills happily.

 Early the next morning, the old lady came to get the medicine and brought a basket of red dates as a thank you gift.

“Mrs. Hou, red dates are good for me. You can take them back and stew them for me to eat.” Mo Yan shook her head and refused to take the basket of red dates. She never accepts gifts from patients. In the past, some people sent chickens, ducks, and fish, but she returned them all. Naturally, she didn't want to make an exception this time.

"Little miracle doctor, I picked these red dates from my jujube tree last year. They're not worth a few coins, so just accept them!" Seeing Mo Yan's refusal, Aunt Hou stubbornly stuffed them into Mo Yan's hands: "My family There are still quite a few, enough for the old man to eat, and there are a lot more on the tree this year. I usually give them away if I can't eat them. If you don't want them, they will just rot at home."

Hearing this, Mo Yan knew she couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to take the basket. Only then did she see the basket clearly, and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Mrs. Hou, where did you buy this bamboo basket? It's so beautiful!"

 Bamboo baskets can be seen in every household of farmers. Bamboo baskets have different uses, sizes and shapes. The bamboo baskets Mo Yan has seen are similar, but he has never seen such a beautiful bamboo basket. It can be called the art of bamboo baskets.

This bamboo basket for holding red dates is made of the same materials as ordinary bamboo baskets. The difference is that its shape is very unique and beautiful. It is oval in shape, with a small bottom and a large top. It is slope-shaped. When turned upside down, when viewed from one side, it looks like an oval sun hat.

What’s rare is that the bamboo basket is very thin, with no gaps visible. It may not be possible to store flour without it being scattered. What people like most at first sight is the exquisite pattern on the outside. You can’t tell what kind of flower it is, but you can clearly see the petals and leaves. In short, it is very beautiful.

Aunt Hou shook her head, with a slight smile on her face: "I figured this out on my own when I had nothing to do. I didn't expect that it would catch the eye of the little miracle doctor."

Mo Yan was so surprised that she blurted out: "Mrs. Hou, your craftsmanship is so good. Why don't you sell such a beautiful basket?"

After hearing this, Aunt Hou said helplessly: "There are many uses for baskets, and there are many people who can weave them. The simple baskets I weave cannot be sold at a high price, and they are not easy to sell. Weaving such complicated baskets is not of much use. The price is about the same as an ordinary bamboo basket. It only takes a day to weave one. If I sell it, I won’t make two cents. With this free time, I might as well raise two more chickens and buy two more eggs. I don’t want to. Thank you for this."

 No one wanted beautiful things. Mo Yan really didn't understand. She stared at the bamboo basket and thought about it carefully, and finally found the problem. This small and exquisite bamboo basket has a small opening and can only hold some small items, such as dates, eggs, etc. If the housewife at home uses it to buy vegetables, a big cabbage can fill it; the bamboo baskets used by farmers are even larger, the kind that can hold thirty kilograms of meat without spoiling.

 However, to others, the bamboo basket weaved by Aunt Hou is useless, but to Mo Yan it is of great use. The winery will soon be put into production, but the vessels used to hold the wine have given her a lot of thought. Just the thought of using a pot-bellied pottery wine jar that could hold at least five kilograms of wine to hold red wine made her **** ache.

 The winery will use red wine as its main wine, and other fruit wines will also be produced. Without transparent glass bottles of various shapes, she could only improve the existing wine jars and design a new set of small ceramic wine jars.

This kind of wine jar has a capacity similar to that of wine bottles in previous generations, and is designed in different shapes according to different types of wine. When the time comes, just hand it over to the pottery masters and let them mass-produce it.

 Mo Yan originally wanted to make high-end wines, and details were the top priority. She originally wanted to use something as a bottle to hold the wine, but Aunt Tong gave her such a big surprise. Such a beautiful bamboo basket, as long as the shape and pattern are slightly changed, wouldn't it be the best container?

In this way, not only does he solve his own problem, but he can also help Aunt Hou. The baskets she wants are not just one or two, but thousands. As long as the winery is not empty, this kind of basket will be used one by one until it becomes a symbol of the wine. When others see this kind of basket, they can Thinking of her winery and the fine wines she made.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan looked at Aunt Hou with extremely hot eyes, as if she had discovered an unknown treasure.

Aunt Hou was startled, took two steps back unconsciously, and asked cautiously: "Little, little miracle doctor, what's wrong with you?"

 Realizing that she had scared someone, Mo Yan returned to her normal appearance under Xue Tuanzi’s ridicule. She cleared her throat and said sternly: "Mrs. Hou, I need a lot of these baskets. I will take as many as you have at home, and I will ask for more in the future. Can you help me with this? Of course, I will pay for each basket." I’ll give you fifteen cents.”

 Bamboo baskets like this are not expensive in the street market. You can usually buy a high-quality one for five to six cents. Even though the bamboo basket weaved by Madam Hou is very labor-intensive, fifteen cents is already very reasonable.

Aunt Hou was shocked. She never thought that the bamboo basket she had figured out would one day be sold for fifteen cents each. You must know that when she took this kind of basket to the street and sold it, she could only sell it for six cents at most, but now it has more than doubled. How could she not be shocked?

Looking at Mo Yanbu's deceptive expression, Aunt Hou finally confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her ears and that she heard correctly.

Although he didn't know why Mo Yan bought her bamboo basket at such a high price, this kind old man was unwilling to take advantage of it and persuaded without hesitation: "Little miracle doctor, this kind of bamboo basket is of little use and not worth much. You If you think it looks good, I’ll just give it to you, and you don’t have to give me any money.”

When Mo Yan heard this, he secretly thought that he was right. It was a great pleasure to be able to help such a kind and honest person. She looked at Aunt Hou and explained: "I have great use for this kind of basket. I will use it a lot in the future. I'm afraid I have to trouble you to find someone to make it together. How can I not give you money?"

Aunt Hou really didn't know what to say. She thought about it carefully and finally agreed: "The little miracle doctor can be of great use. I promise you, but fifteen cents is too high. Just give me five cents." ”

 Speaking of this, Aunt Hou felt a little embarrassed. The bamboo on the mountain is free of charge, and her own crafts are free of charge. All these five cents are earned. But if you really want to find someone to help you weave it, you have to pay for it. If it is less than five cents, I am afraid no one will be willing to do it. .

Mo Yan looked at Aunt Hou and said seriously: "Auntie, when I say fifteen cents, I mean fifteen cents. Your weaving skills are worth the price. Besides, I will redesign several patterns and shapes for you. I'm afraid it will be more difficult than What you made is bigger, and fifteen cents is not much money."

 She gave the price of fifteen yuan after careful consideration. Weaving bamboo baskets with strange shapes and patterns like this is very time-consuming and troublesome. Aunt Hou can only weave one in her spare time. If she weaves all day long, excluding eating and sleeping, she can probably only weave two or three. .

 Taking into account various circumstances, fifteen cents is not a high amount of money. Just like the clothes sold in a ready-made clothing store, they are obviously the same fabric, but because of different workmanship and different styles, the price is completely different.

"Little miracle doctor, no matter what, a bamboo basket is not worth the price. If you insist on giving so much, I will not earn the money, so as not to be known by others and poke my spine." Aunt Hou has her own character. , insist not.

She didn’t know that Mo Yan paid her a high price because he valued her craftsmanship. In the future, she will have to teach this craft to others. If she still calculates it based on five cents, she will suffer a big loss. She couldn't think of this, so no matter what Mo Yan said, she refused to accept the price of fifteen cents.

Aunt Hou's stubbornness gave Mo Yan a headache. Seeing that she really didn't want it, she gave in first. Finally, after some hard talk, the two of them took a step back and set the price at ten cents per bamboo basket.

 In the future, it is up to Aunt Hou to ask someone to help compile it together. How to distribute the ten cents. If she wanted to teach those people this new type of basket, it would be natural for her to take half of the money, but based on what she did today, she probably wouldn't do that.

 After sending Aunt Hou away, Mo Yan immediately locked himself in the study room, Mo Mo wrote, and quickly drew several sketches of bamboo baskets. These sketches are based on the wine bottles she designed before. Both the wine bottles and the bamboo baskets that will hold the wine bottles in the future will have the logo of the winery on them.

The logo was carefully designed by Yan Junyu. At first glance, it is a uniquely shaped bottle (wine glass) with a pictographic Chinese character "wine" integrated into the bottle. If you don't look carefully, this word is difficult to see.

In short, this logo is very beautiful and artistic, and it is unforgettable at first sight. Mo Yan couldn’t find anything wrong with it, so the logo was decided on. Not long ago, a large logo sculpture was erected at the door of the winery.

Aunt Hou acted very quickly and found all the people within a few days. There were twenty people in total. Among the twenty people, except for five from this village, the other fifteen were from several surrounding villages.

　　She chose an evening that was not too hot and specially brought these twenty people to Mo's house for Mo Yan to take a look.

Mo Yan believed in Aunt Hou’s vision. She read it over and asked a few questions. She thought it was good and nodded on the spot. But twenty people was still a bit small. She thought about it and asked Aunt Hou to teach a few people in the village who knew how to knit and were relatively reliable.

Aunt Hou lived up to Mo Yan's trust, and she needed this stable job to support her and her wife's livelihood, so she carefully explored the weaving of some of the more complicated bamboo baskets that Mo Yan gave her. Methods. After he learned it himself, he taught thirty others very carefully.

In less than half a month, these thirty people were organized in a fashionable manner and met Mo Yan's requirements.

 Another major issue was solved, and the hot weather did not affect Mo Yan's good mood. Thinking about Zhuangzi's twenty-three children, she decided to go to Du Family Medical Center. If she could get Master's permission, she could make preparations in advance.

Du's Medical Clinic was as busy as ever. Mo Yan walked into the medical clinic and started busy. Now, she can already prescribe medicines independently for some less complicated diseases. She only asks her master to check if she is really unsure.

 The speed is much faster, and the patient can be seen an hour earlier than usual. The weather was too hot, and there were not many people around at noon. The master and apprentice came to the back to rest, and Mo Yan expressed his thoughts.

After hearing this, Dr. Du neither nodded nor shook his head. He just looked at his only disciple and asked, "Tell me first, what is a doctor?"

 What is a doctor? Mo Yan looked at the serious Master and suddenly felt confused...

I have a leader who likes to speak ill of employees behind their backs and it’s very painful︿（￣︶￣）︿I think if the boss has opinions about employees, he can tell them directly, if you talk about people behind their backs, they won’t know! The scariest thing is that in a small work group, you are still drunk when you speak ill of a big leader. Aren't you afraid of someone snitching on you? I don’t know if it’s because of my weak IQ, because I’m confident, or because I just don’t want to do it anymore, alas!

 (End of this chapter)