Since He Baozheng's wife Wang took away real money and silver from Liangchuan, He Baozheng's daughter also came to learn this craft. Many women in the village had long seen Wang doing nothing and followed them to do bamboo weaving. They all thought that Wang was just having enough to do it for nothing, but later they didn't expect that they would really pay for their wages. Although Liangchuan kept some of them himself, they didn't expect that a bamboo basket could still earn more than 100 cents.

They were jealous, but they didn't know Liang Chuan and Yi Niang, so they could only curry favor with He Baozheng. He Baozheng asked them that this craftsman can teach him, but he could only sell it to others after teaching him to make bamboo weaving. If he wanted to learn craftsmanship and set up his own business, he would have the same intention as soon as possible to die, and He Lu would not tolerate such villains.

Many people were really so scrupulous at the beginning. He Baozheng made it clear to them from the beginning. In order to ensure that there was a certificate, He Baozheng also asked Ye Xiaochai to write a document for him, which clearly stated what obligations to fulfill in learning other people's craftsmanship, if they violated, how much liquidated damages would be paid to Liang Chuan, etc.

Every man and woman who want to learn craftsmanship must sign, and they cannot accept disciples without authorization or give them to others. The names and obligations listed on a small note are still very detailed. He Baozheng was worried and asked everyone to go to the ancestral temple or the land temple to make a vow to the ancestors or Bodhisattvas. They are probably simple villagers, knowing the seriousness of learning other people's craftsmanship.

In ancient times, when there was no Internet or no textbook on getting rich in rural areas, every exclusive craft was passed down from generation to generation by hand. Some crafts were more indiscriminate or precious, and even the descendants of women in their own family would not be taught, because a disciple of a master would be more likely to be starved to death. Their descendants were hidden, not to mention other people who had no blood relationship with them.

Liang Chuan was very frank about this craft, because although the bamboo weaving technology can make money, it is necessary to form industrialization to make big money. If he only makes small fuss, he can only make trouble in Fengshan. He was not worried that the villagers would not sell it to him after they had the craft. The market structure of these people was too small. If he could not even compete with them, then Wanda shops would close as soon as possible.

Besides, I don’t plan to make money by relying solely on this craft. This is just one of the businesses, and the big business is still to come.

There are too many laborers in the village. It is a labor surplus if you absorb them for your own use. Too much labor is spent in the land. The current atmosphere in the village is not good. To change the appearance and atmosphere of the village, you must start from their labor values ​​first, so that they can have a serious job and realize that relying on their own labor can live a comfortable life. They will love life more and have better pursuits for tomorrow.

After a few days, people came to ask He Baozheng if he could make some spare money with the Liang Chuan family. He Baozheng saw that one or two of them were a little difficult to talk to Liang Chuan. Later, more and more people were gradually increasing, because he didn't count on this matter. Besides, there were more and more people doing it, and he would have to pay a lot of wages in the future. He was a little worried about Liang Chuan. His daughter and wife were all making a living under Liang Chuan's hands, and others...

One day at the end of the first lunar month, He Baozheng couldn't help but begged too many people in the village and went to discuss this matter with Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan didn't go to the field, and there was Ye Xiaochai in the store to help him take care of it. He was like a Sanxian, but he chopped firewood in the yard every day and made sand tables.

Every time Liang Chuan saw He Baozheng unhappy and was like constipation, he knew that this old boy was in trouble again.

"Tell me, what's going on this time?"

"Sanlang, this is the matter...uh..." Every time He Baozheng came, his own wife was there in the yard. His wife Wang Shi was a little disliked to pay attention to him now. She probably had been angry for decades and wanted to find her now. The other women watched them talking secretly and turned on the mouth-breaking mode. They protected their boss, for fear that the boss would be taken by He Baozheng.

"You said that, halfway through it, is Sister Wang causing trouble with you again?"

He Baozheng thought to himself that the family had been spread here, and his old face turned red and he had to say: "Sanlang, remember you said a few days ago that you wanted the women and wives in the village who had nothing to do to learn bamboo weaving too..."

"Yes, I wondered why no one was willing to come and learn. I said, Lao He, this is not your Baozheng person. The land on the North Bank is not good. If you change your thinking, you can make a lot of money by doing craftsmanship!"

"Yes, Sanlang, you are right. Since my wife received wages from you, many people in the village have become enthusiastic. They also want to come to you to find something to do. Can you make arrangements for it?"

Liang Chuan looked at He Baozheng. A few days ago, this old boy complained to him that the work in the field was difficult to do. Can he arrange it for him? Judging from his appearance, he probably didn't want to stay with these women to do bamboo weaving. He was thinking about how to arrange something for him to do, so he had it.

He held his hands and pondered for a while, and said, "In this way, if the people in the village want to come over to make bamboo weaving, you can call them all. If there are too many people, I can't take care of them. Then you will be responsible for your salary. I will pay for your salary in the future. They will still calculate the pieces, but you will be responsible for your management. Those who do not obey management will be fired."

He Baozheng planted the land for a lifetime, but he never cared about how to make bamboo weaving. He didn't know how to start for a while, and his expression was a little difficult.

Liang Chuan said: "This is not difficult. Since we want to become bigger and stronger, we cannot use the method of letting go of free-range breeding. These people should be concentrated and managed in a unified manner, pay attention to the process and methods, and have clear division of labor."

He Baozheng was stunned when he heard this, his mouth was so open that the boss didn't know what to say. What was the name of these, and his cold sweat came down. It would be better to go back to farm...

Liang Chuan comforted him and said, "He Baozheng, don't be nervous." He stroked his back with his hand and said, "These words sound scary, but in fact they are nothing. They just need to do what they should do every day. When I tell you, you won't worry."

"Uh..." Can He Baozheng not worry?

Liang Chuan sat in the yard and started to weave bamboo by arranging people to go up the mountain to cut bamboo. Whoever is responsible for cutting bamboo is responsible for moving bamboo. After the bamboo comes down, he starts to weave bamboo, and then there are also a series of things to carry and piece count. These dispatches are arranged by He Baozheng, and as for the manpower, he will decide. After the entire bamboo weaving work is well carried out.

He Baozheng understood this as soon as he heard it. He was so scared. He just heard about free-range and unified management. There were so many mysterious statements. I was so impressed by this statement.

"Sanlang, the official notice on the bamboo forest on the mountain said there was a big insect. Have you ever encountered it again?" When talking about this ferocious beast, the muscles on He Baozheng's face became tense. This era is different. At that time, a tiger would have killed anyone if it encounters it. In this society, the country would have to legislate to protect it.

"It's strange. I heard the tiger roar when I went up the mountain for the first time. It was so powerful that the tiger roar in the mountains. I never met it again. Maybe I was chopping bamboos on the periphery and didn't go deep into the bamboo forest to get lucky and didn't encounter big insects." He Baozheng's wife Wang, since he took away real money and silver from Liangchuan, He Baozheng's daughter also came to learn this craft. Many women in the village had long seen Wang doing nothing and followed them to do bamboo weaving. It turned out that they all thought that Wang was working for free after eating for free. Later, they didn't expect that they would really pay for wages. Although Liangchuan kept a part of it himself, they didn't expect that a bamboo basket could still make more than 100 cents.

They were jealous, but they didn't know Liang Chuan and Yi Niang, so they could only curry favor with He Baozheng. He Baozheng asked them that this craftsman can teach him, but he could only sell it to others after teaching him to make bamboo weaving. If he wanted to learn craftsmanship and set up his own business, he would have the same intention as soon as possible to die, and He Lu would not tolerate such villains.

Many people were really so scrupulous at the beginning. He Baozheng made it clear to them from the beginning. In order to ensure that there was a certificate, He Baozheng also asked Ye Xiaochai to write a document for him, which clearly stated what obligations to fulfill in learning other people's craftsmanship, if they violated, how much liquidated damages would be paid to Liang Chuan, etc.

Every man and woman who want to learn craftsmanship must sign, and they cannot accept disciples without authorization or give them to others. The names and obligations listed on a small note are still very detailed. He Baozheng was worried and asked everyone to go to the ancestral temple or the land temple to make a vow to the ancestors or Bodhisattvas. They are probably simple villagers, knowing the seriousness of learning other people's craftsmanship.

In ancient times, when there was no Internet or no textbook on getting rich in rural areas, every exclusive craft was passed down from generation to generation by hand. Some crafts were more indiscriminate or precious, and even the descendants of women in their own family would not be taught, because a disciple of a master would be more likely to be starved to death. Their descendants were hidden, not to mention other people who had no blood relationship with them.

Liang Chuan was very frank about this craft, because although the bamboo weaving technology can make money, it is necessary to form industrialization to make big money. If he only makes small fuss, he can only make trouble in Fengshan. He was not worried that the villagers would not sell it to him after they had the craft. The market structure of these people was too small. If he could not even compete with them, then Wanda shops would close as soon as possible.

Besides, I don’t plan to make money by relying solely on this craft. This is just one of the businesses, and the big business is still to come.

There are too many laborers in the village. It is a labor surplus if you absorb them for your own use. Too much labor is spent in the land. The current atmosphere in the village is not good. To change the appearance and atmosphere of the village, you must start from their labor values ​​first, so that they can have a serious job and realize that relying on their own labor can live a comfortable life. They will love life more and have better pursuits for tomorrow.

After a few days, people came to ask He Baozheng if he could make some spare money with the Liang Chuan family. He Baozheng saw that one or two of them were a little difficult to talk to Liang Chuan. Later, more and more people were gradually increasing, because he didn't count on this matter. Besides, there were more and more people doing it, and he would have to pay a lot of wages in the future. He was a little worried about Liang Chuan. His daughter and wife were all making a living under Liang Chuan's hands, and others...

One day at the end of the first lunar month, He Baozheng couldn't help but begged too many people in the village and went to discuss this matter with Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan didn't go to the field, and there was Ye Xiaochai in the store to help him take care of it. He was like a Sanxian, but he chopped firewood in the yard every day and made sand tables.

Every time Liang Chuan saw He Baozheng unhappy and was like constipation, he knew that this old boy was in trouble again.

"Tell me, what's going on this time?"

"Sanlang, this is the matter...uh..." Every time He Baozheng came, his own wife was there in the yard. His wife Wang Shi was a little disliked to pay attention to him now. She probably had been angry for decades and wanted to find her now. The other women watched them talking secretly and turned on the mouth-breaking mode. They protected their boss, for fear that the boss would be taken by He Baozheng.

"You said that, halfway through it, is Sister Wang causing trouble with you again?"

He Baozheng thought to himself that the family had been spread here, and his old face turned red and he had to say: "Sanlang, remember you said a few days ago that you wanted the women and wives in the village who had nothing to do to learn bamboo weaving too..."

"Yes, I wondered why no one was willing to come and learn. I said, Lao He, this is not your Baozheng person. The land on the North Bank is not good. If you change your thinking, you can make a lot of money by doing craftsmanship!"

"Yes, Sanlang, you are right. Since my wife received wages from you, many people in the village have become enthusiastic. They also want to come to you to find something to do. Can you make arrangements for it?"

Liang Chuan looked at He Baozheng. A few days ago, this old boy complained to him that the work in the field was difficult to do. Can he arrange it for him? Judging from his appearance, he probably didn't want to stay with these women to do bamboo weaving. He was thinking about how to arrange something for him to do, so he had it.

He held his hands and pondered for a while, and said, "In this way, if the people in the village want to come over to make bamboo weaving, you can call them all. If there are too many people, I can't take care of them. Then you will be responsible for your salary. I will pay for your salary in the future. They will still calculate the pieces, but you will be responsible for your management. Those who do not obey management will be fired."

He Baozheng planted the land for a lifetime, but he never cared about how to make bamboo weaving. He didn't know how to start for a while, and his expression was a little difficult.

Liang Chuan said: "This is not difficult. Since we want to become bigger and stronger, we cannot use the method of letting go of free-range breeding. These people should be concentrated and managed in a unified manner, pay attention to the process and methods, and have clear division of labor."

He Baozheng was stunned when he heard this, his mouth was so open that the boss didn't know what to say. What was the name of these, and his cold sweat came down. It would be better to go back to farm...

Liang Chuan comforted him and said, "He Baozheng, don't be nervous." He stroked his back with his hand and said, "These words sound scary, but in fact they are nothing. They just need to do what they should do every day. When I tell you, you won't worry."

"Uh..." Can He Baozheng not worry?

Liang Chuan sat in the yard and started to weave bamboo by arranging people to go up the mountain to cut bamboo. Whoever is responsible for cutting bamboo is responsible for moving bamboo. After the bamboo comes down, he starts to weave bamboo, and then there are also a series of things to carry and piece count. These dispatches are arranged by He Baozheng, and as for the manpower, he will decide. After the entire bamboo weaving work is well carried out.

He Baozheng understood this as soon as he heard it. He was so scared. He just heard about free-range and unified management. There were so many mysterious statements. I was so impressed by this statement.

"Sanlang, the official notice on the bamboo forest on the mountain said there was a big insect. Have you ever encountered it again?" When talking about this ferocious beast, the muscles on He Baozheng's face became tense. This era is different. At that time, a tiger would have killed anyone if it encounters it. In this society, the country would have to legislate to protect it.

"It's strange. I heard the tiger roar the first time I went up the mountain. It's so powerful that the tiger roar in the mountains. I never met it again later. Maybe I was chopping bamboos on the periphery and didn't go deep into the bamboo forest to be lucky enough to not encounter a big worm."

Liang Chuan is a capable person, but he is not afraid, but the villagers are different. The reason why they have never been to that bamboo forest is because they are afraid of the big insects in the bamboo forest. As the saying goes, wealth and honor are in danger, and life and death are destined to be born. Since he wants to do this business, Sanlang himself has to go to the bamboo forest to cut bamboo every day, so the villagers have no reason not to go.

After receiving Liang Chuan's first plea, He Baozheng went to the village to call the few village women who had just asked him to tell him about favors to the banyan tree at the door of his house. As soon as he came, there were more than 30 people. Basically, all the women who were mainly able to work in the village came.

The big tree at the door is already lush.

Everyone looked at He Baozheng with an anxious look, hoping to get a positive reply. If he was like Baozheng's wife Wang, he could make a lot of money in a month, and at least he could pay a lot of food and clothing at home.

Poverty is a very terrible state. When a child is hungry, his stomach will be so hungry that he screams and crys, asking you to give him something to eat, but if the rice jar is clean, it may not be able to find a grain of rice. Two people in love may quarrel every day because of poverty. Love cannot be eaten as food. Poor can separate love, and poverty can turn everything in life into a miserable state.

He Baozheng told him what Liang Chuan said to him again. There was almost no hesitation under the tree, and dozens of people cheered ecstatically. He Baozheng looked at these miserable people and was happy for them. Life was too hard. It was not that they didn't work hard, but that there was no way out.

People in the village are getting back and forth. As long as there is natural disaster in the fertile land, they have to sell a piece of the ancestral property left by their ancestors in a year and exchange it for some soup and medicine to help them. After several generations, they have a few acres of thin land in their homes, which is worthy of their ancestors.

Liang Chuan gave them a way to live, but could not cut off their own path! They wanted to sign a contract, and this craft was learned from others, and they could not be ungrateful if they learned it. He could not write, so he could only wait for Ye Xiaochai to come back from Fengshan at night to help him write, and then let everyone sign it first. In addition, all those who want to learn craftsmanship must go to the spirit of their ancestors to make a heavy oath, and to be honest, no one takes this thing seriously, but few of them are willing to do things that are insulted by their ancestors. Many may be poor, but they always act as upright people in their lives.

Liang Chuan is a capable person, but he is not afraid, but the villagers are different. The reason why they have never been to that bamboo forest is because they are afraid of the big insects in the bamboo forest. As the saying goes, wealth and honor are in danger, and life and death are destined to be born. Since he wants to do this business, Sanlang himself has to go to the bamboo forest to cut bamboo every day, so the villagers have no reason not to go.

After receiving Liang Chuan's first plea, He Baozheng went to the village to call the few village women who had just asked him to tell him about favors to the banyan tree at the door of his house. As soon as he came, there were more than 30 people. Basically, all the women who were mainly able to work in the village came.

The big tree at the door is already lush.

Everyone looked at He Baozheng with an anxious look, hoping to get a positive reply. If he was like Baozheng's wife Wang, he could make a lot of money in a month, and at least he could pay a lot of food and clothing at home.

Poverty is a very terrible state. When a child is hungry, his stomach will be so hungry that he screams and crys, asking you to give him something to eat, but if the rice jar is clean, it may not be able to find a grain of rice. Two people in love may quarrel every day because of poverty. Love cannot be eaten as food. Poor can separate love, and poverty can turn everything in life into a miserable state.

He Baozheng told him what Liang Chuan said to him again. There was almost no hesitation under the tree, and dozens of people cheered ecstatically. He Baozheng looked at these miserable people and was happy for them. Life was too hard. It was not that they didn't work hard, but that there was no way out.

People in the village are getting back and forth. As long as there is natural disaster in the fertile land, they have to sell a piece of the ancestral property left by their ancestors in a year and exchange it for some soup and medicine to help them. After several generations, they have a few acres of thin land in their homes, which is worthy of their ancestors.
Chapter completed!