Yinyangwei, this is an opportunity for ordinary people to "scort gold".

As long as you can weave good things with bamboo, you won’t have to worry about no sales here. You can sell things on Yinyang Market and use it to exchange some money to subsidize your household income. This has become a market where everyone can participate.

Since his grandfather's generation, Yang Laoshi has used bamboo hats to weave bamboo hats and sell them in Yinyang Sewage, becoming the most typical vendor in Yinyang Sewage. He is also looking forward to the arrival of this day every year, thereby increasing the family's side job income.

Because the bamboo hat he woven is of high quality and low price, it is loved by everyone and gets many repeat customers every year, which often makes his bamboo hats sell all of them.

As in previous years, he occupied a place here early and built a simple shed. It was not because he was worried about raining, but after all, the bamboo hat would sell faster when it rained, but because he wanted to provide everyone with a place to shelter from rain and sun.

He has prepared a lot of bamboo hats this year, and there is a risk of endless selling. But the business in the morning is average, but noon is the best trading period. After all, many people who are far away will not come so early, while people who are far away often have a much stronger desire to buy.

While waiting for the transaction, I found that the crowd on the slope was a little turbulent.

As the years went by, a luxurious convoy appeared here. He couldn't help but take a look at this and felt a strangeness, after all, it was rare.

Although the Yin-Yang Seal is very famous, it is actually among the poor people, and many rich people do not want to join in the fun. The reason why bamboo products here are popular is that they sell cheaply, and things are actually not very good, and rich people usually don’t care about this cheapness.

However, he just took a few more glances. After all, those people who seem to be different from him are people from him. As long as they are not officials or gangsters come to collect the stall fee, even if the Lord of the Mansion comes in person, it has nothing to do with him.

"Brother, this bamboo hat is very strong!"

Not long after, a cute little girl wearing a light blue robe dress came to the shed and picked up a small bamboo hat. Her bright big eyes looked very excited.

This is a very simple compliment, but it falls into Yang Laoshi's ears, which is the most pertinent compliment. Because the bamboo hat he woven does not pursue beauty, but pursues durability. No matter how heavy the rain is, there will be no rainwater seeping into it.

Lin Haoran was not interested in this ordinary bamboo hat. He stepped forward and held the bamboo hat directly on Hu Niu's head. However, he was surprised to find that the bamboo hat was so beautiful when worn by this girl, which made this wild girl look a bit like a village kid.

Hu Niu didn't think it was rustic and asked to the little rabbit with enthusiasm: "Little rabbit, is this bamboo hat good-looking?"

"It looks great when worn on your head!" the little rabbit said sincerely.

Hu Niu was very satisfied with the bamboo hat on her head and said to Xiaotu and others: "Do you want to choose one too!"

"don't want!"

The little rabbit, pig and fox had a very unified opinion. They shook their heads and refused without hesitation. They did not like this kind of rustic bamboo hat, but they still liked the oil paper umbrella given to them by Sister Hua.

Hu Niu naturally would not force her. After tied up her belt, she raised her head and looked at Lin Qiran and asked, "Brother, do you want it?"

The bamboo slut is so dirty that he is obviously inconsistent with his identity. He looked at her with contempt and said, "Hu Niu, don't you think this is inconsistent with your brother's elegant temperament?"

"What does it have to do with temperament? Just like it. I think you look good when wearing it!" Hu Niu disagreed and picked a bamboo hat and said, "Brother, this one is very strong, I'll buy this one for you!"

As he said that, he ignored Lin Xuran's disagreement, and then raised his head to the stall owner Yang Laoshi and asked, "Old man, how much does your two bamboo hats cost in total?"

"I usually sell 20 cents per head, but your head is relatively small, so you can charge 35 cents for two heads!" Yang looked at the little girl who was as carved as jade and smiled kindly.

Lin Weiran knew that the "bamboo market" here could rise largely because the stall owners here did not have the burden of "rent" and "invisible commercial tax", and stall owners often just wanted to use technology to subsidize their household income, so they had a huge price advantage.

But when I heard the stall owner's offer, it was still a big surprise, which was much cheaper than he thought. You know, Mrs. Jiang's woman built an oil paper umbrella workshop, and the price of single items was as high as one or two, and there was even an outrageously high umbrella.

Just as Hu Niu was paying, several young people came to the stall, but Tiezhu and others were immediately alert.

The young man in charge had a scar on his face, and he looked like a bad person. He pointed to the bamboo hat piled under the shed and asked: "How much does this bamboo hat cost? If the price is appropriate, I will ask for it all!"

There are probably two hundred bamboo hats under the shed, but I don’t know if this is a smart tyrant or is it coming to make trouble.

"No matter how many you want, I only cost twenty cents per capita, no price!" Yang answered honestly and honestly.

Scarface looked at the pile of bamboo hats, frowned slightly and said, "Didn't you hear what I said clearly? I want everything, and I'll sell it for one 18 ounces!"

"Twenty cents are the lowest, so you won't sell this price!" Yang Laoshi shook his head and said.

Scar's face felt chill and he snorted coldly: "It's really Yulin's head! If you don't sell it, I'll go to another house!"

Lin Junran could see that the young man with scars on his face was trying to get and pretend to leave. In fact, he was probably thinking that Yang Laoshi called him. But he was destined to be disappointed. After he walked more than ten steps, Yang Laoshi still didn't mean to call him.

When he turned around, he probably found that Lin Weiran was also staring at him. Scarface snorted coldly and really led the person elsewhere.

Lin Weiran's brows frowned slightly, turned his head and saw that Hu Niu had already given money, but he did not rush to leave. Instead, he asked with a smile: "Old man, where are you from?"

"I am from Jingweipo. My surname is Yang and my name is Shi, but everyone calls me Yang Laoshi!" Yang Laoshi pointed his hand with calluses and pointed at the village not far away, showing a simple smile.

Lin Qingran looked at the place he pointed at, then looked at the bamboo hat in his hand, and said in discomfort: "Your bamboo hat is so strong and the belt is so good, I'm afraid you won't make much money, right?"

"From the generation of my grandfather, it's at this price. Now I can't make much money, which makes my son unwilling to do this with me. However, I still have more than ten acres of paddy fields in my family, and the whole family can't be hungry!" Yang Laoshi betrayed him, but immediately said very well.

Similar to every era, official currency always goes through a process of depreciation.

However, compared with those Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes that were deprecated to be worthless, the Ming Dynasty's copper coins are quite generous. At least the 2,000-month copper coins can be exchanged for one tael of silver now, and the depreciation is not too outrageous.

Yang Hushi seemed to have a good impression of Lin Shiran, who was dressed as a scholar, or expanded his favorability to Hu Niu to Lin Shiran, and added: "Although I make a little money, my materials and workmanship are definitely real! I can guarantee that there is definitely no second one in Leizhou Prefecture, which is as good and cheap as me!"

Lin Weiran checked the bamboo hat in his hand again, and couldn't help but nodded slightly to agree with the statement. Knowing that this was indeed a honest person, he suddenly looked at him with a smile and said, "Yang Husband, how about we talk about a deal?"

"What business?" Yang asked honestly in confusion.

Lin Qingran looked at his simple eyes and said with a smile: "I can give you twenty-five cents a pc, but I want two thousand pcs, are you willing?"

"Keep, aren't you kidding?" Yang Laoshi's eyes immediately glared and said in disbelief.

Lin Qingran didn't carry silver at all, and pulled the bamboo hat that covered the tiger girl's face high, and said to the little girl who was looking around, "Where are you looking at? Where are your money!"

"Rice jar!" Hu Niu raised her fleshy face and shouted at the silly man behind her.

Lin Qingran took the silver twelve taels of silver from the rice jar and handed it over to the fifteen taels of silver and said, "This is a deposit of twenty taels! After the things are finished, they will be sent directly to Leizhou City United Trade Bank!"

Yang honestly took the heavy silver chunk and said as if he was dreaming: "This... is this true?"

"I have given you all the money, will you still lie to you?" The woman who came over came with her eyes brightly and promised Lin Weiran: "Young Master, don't worry, we will definitely deliver it!"

Yang Laoshi said with a bitter face as if he had woken up from a dream: "But...but I can't knit so many!"

"You are stupid! Are our four sons and cousins ​​all good at weaving bamboo hats? If you ask them to help, you will give them some wages at that time!" This was undoubtedly a smart woman, and she immediately came up with an idea.

"They are busy farming enough, why do they still need to do this job?" Yang Laoshi frowned and said.

"You are really a Yulin head. Their lives are so tight. Don't you want to make more money? If you hadn't made the price of bamboo hat so low, they would have given up inheriting your skills?" The woman's finger poked Yang Laoshi's forehead and accused him with a look of regret.

Yang Laoshi probably was hurt by being poked and nodded slightly, and agreed, but then asked Lin Xuran seriously: "Customer, I still don't understand, what do you want so many bamboo hats to do?"

"I don't hide it from you! Isn't it open now? This bamboo hat is going to be sold to Nanyang! As long as your goods are good, don't say a thousand pounds in the future, I have to ask you for ten thousand pounds and ten thousand pounds!" Lin Qingran said with a frank smile.

To this day, the profits of this bamboo product are no longer favorable to him. But he is not only the boss behind Lianhefang, but also the prefect of Leizhou Prefecture, so he needs to consider more things.

Especially the people of Leizhou are fierce. If they cannot live their lives and you are rich enough to compete with a country, they will inevitably go into the sea and loot the fleet of the United Workshop.

In addition, why is the power of the Red Flag Gang so huge? In the final analysis, the people cannot survive, so they engage in business that lose their heads. But if everyone can live a good life, who would foolishly go to the sea to make a living?

The same is true. Lin Qingran made up his mind to pass on the benefits of opening the sea to the people of Leizhou as soon as possible, so as to gain their support and support, and even help oppose the Red Flag Gang together.

The woman was shocked by the big cake drawn by Lin Weiran, her eyes widened, and she suddenly murmured: "If this is the case, will we be able to open a workshop in the future?"

"If you open a workshop, you can come to me! I am now in charge of the United Bank. I have borrowed a lot of money to open a workshop for others. It's okay if you want it!" Hu Niu interrupted from the side, showing an expression that she would not lie to you.

"Really?" The woman's eyes were shining again, and she felt excited about being hit by a pie falling from the sky.

Yang Laoshi took a deep breath, digested the news, and then asked seriously: "Young master, when will you want it? If you have to hurry, I'm afraid I can't do it!"

"Of course, the faster I am, the better! It is best to be within two months. If it really doesn't work, it can be postponed to three months!" Lin Qingran said considerately.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Laoshi waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's guaranteed to be completed in two months!" There was no conflict in time, which made him completely let go of his hanging heart, knowing that this was really a pie that fell from the sky.

"Then let's make up, say goodbye!" Lin Qingran bowed and led Hu Niu and others away.

"Young master, go slowly!" Yang Laoshi and his wife watched Lin Qingran and his group leave as if they were still in a dream. They finally came to their senses for a long time and felt that a happy day was coming.

Lin Weiran and his group continued to visit this unique charm market, appreciated the exquisite art of bamboo products of this era, and soon discovered what they each liked.

Hu Niu fell in love with a fishing bamboo veil, little rabbit fell in love with a bamboo rabbit, little pig fell in love with a bamboo bowl, little fox asked for a bamboo flute, and Lin Qingran looked at a bamboo recliner, etc.

The products here are really full of them, which is dazzling and lost in this magical world of bamboo products.

Before they could have fun, noon had arrived.

Although this market mainly sells "bamboo products", it is naturally indispensable to eat. But after all, it is "in the wilderness", so there are naturally no restaurants and food shops, they are all simple snack stalls.

Like a dustpan, shrimp cakes and fried piles are available, but there are too many snack stalls that are located outside the market.

Lin Weiran and his group came to a food stall under a tree. This was an old couple with a silly son. Perhaps the house was not far from here, so there were several tables and chairs.

Hu Niu chose pig intestine powder that looks tender, smooth and fragrant. This is made of rice grinding into slurry and steaming, rolling the powder into a long strip. It is named after its shape like pig intestines. It is as white as snow and as thin as paper. It is known for its special tenderness and smoothness.

The old stall owner was very skillful. After pouring the sauce on the plate where the pork sausage noodles were placed, he opened the narrow-mouthed oil tank and used a small spoon to take oil from it and pour it on the pork sausage noodles.

I spooned up and down the ground more than a dozen times, and the action was dazzling. If you think you have added a lot of sesame oil, you would be wrong. In fact, the spoon didn't have much oil, but it had been evenly poured on the snow-white pork intestine powder.

This skill is suspected of cutting corners in this era, but if it were later generations, it would probably be very popular. Anything too much is too much, and it can be used appropriately, which is the real good product.

"It smells so good!"

Hu Niu is a little girl who has experienced hunger. She took her pork sausage noodles and sniffed it intoxicatingly. Her bright eyes immediately shone with light, and her eyebrows also stretched out.

Lin Qingran smiled knowingly at her appearance, and felt warm in her heart, feeling that it was worth it to accompany this girl.

In just a moment, he chose to use the cake soup that was brought up. This is a vermicelli made of rice noodles. He cooked the round and slender vermicelli in sugar water.

Lin Weiran smelled a scent, picked up the vermicelli and put it in his mouth to chew it. He found that it was really fragrant, tough and refreshing, and the soup was smoother and smoother, and the sugar content was just right.

But at this moment, a commotion suddenly came from Zhuwei, accompanied by the clamor of a young man. People who like to join in the fun closed the accounts and ran there.

Not long after, a group of young people came towards them, and the leader was the scar-faced young man I met in the morning.

The scarred face is Yang Qi. After a walk around Zhuwei, he found that Yang's honest bamboo hat was the most affordable, so he went back and bought all the bamboo hats for 20 cents.

Just missing this village, there is often no store.

Yang Laoshi had already made plans. In addition to selling it to some repeat customers, he would keep the other bamboo hats as long as possible, hoping to complete the big order given to him by Lin Weiran as soon as possible.

He did not intend to agree to Yang Qi's behavior of buying them all. Faced with Yang Qi's desire to use a strong way, his wife summoned her nephews and neighbors with a loud voice.

Yang Qi was unwilling to offend Yang Laoshi, the "local snake", so he planned to play his anger on Lin Qingran, a foreigner. It was not difficult to find out that Lin Qingran was so angry that he brought a large group of people to question him.

Yang Qi came to Lin Qingran angrily and said sternly: "I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm from the Hongqi Gang. This time, the young master is responsible for the procurement within the gang! Now that you've ruined your good things, what should you do?"
Chapter completed!