Farmer Fubo is open for business

Song Sanshun lowered his head and took out the bead string from his lapel, looked at it, and stuffed it back into his lapel.

The next day, he endured the worry in his heart and did not go to the new house to visit his father.

But two uninvited guests came to the village.

One was a gray-robed Taoist priest with a sparse bun, and the other was a vendor carrying a basket on his back. They came to Songjia Village, asked a village boy for directions, and then went straight to Song Sanshun's house.

At this moment, many villagers were fetching water from Song Sanshun's house. They saw the two of them walking into the yard quietly and saying hello to Chang'an: "Little Chang'an, long time no see!"

Chang'an ran over and asked curiously: "Uncle Bald, why are you here?"

Zhang Baldy said angrily: "I have a name, not Uncle Baldy."

Changan blinked and waited for him to continue.

Zhang Baldzi coughed, swept the dust in his hand, touched his beardless chin and said, "My Taoist name is Ling Xiaozi, and my family name is Zhang Mingtu."

"Oh." Chang An responded, wondering in his heart: Why not call him Zhang Tu?

"Tu! Tu who works hard to cure is not bald!" Zhang Tu explained patiently as if he could see through the little kid's mind.

Chang'an blinked and nodded: "I know, Uncle Zhang Tu."

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Li Si'er couldn't help but laugh. When he saw Zhang Baldy's unkind look, he quickly said: "Chang'an, we are here to buy clay statues. How many have you made?"

"Six." Changan scratched his head in embarrassment.

She has been busy playing house recently and hasn't made much of a clay figurine.

Zhang Tu: "Can you show it to us?"

"Okay, come with me." Chang'an said, calling the two of them to the west room.

She stepped on the stool and climbed onto the kang, pointed to the six clay statues in the cabinet and said, "This is it."

Among the six clay statues, two are new-style dragon king statues and four water god statues.

Zhang Tu glanced at the other statues in the cabinet and asked, "Why aren't those ones for sale?"

Chang'an told the truth: "Uncle won't let me sell it." Moreover, it was something she made before, but now it seems to have many flaws, so she put it in the cabinet.

"I want them all." Zhang Tu said, "It's still five hundred and one."

Chang'an smiled, took out the six clay statues and handed them to Uncle Baldy.

Zhang Tu took it in his hand, looked at it, and said, "Xiao Changan, where is your uncle? I want to talk to him."

Wu Zhonglou on the side heard this and hurried out to find his brother-in-law.

Song Sanshun raised his hand to Zhang Tugong and said, "Taoist Master, I'm not welcome."

Zhang Tu returned the gift and said directly: "Pindao is here to buy a Chang'an clay statue, but he has to make a suggestion."

"Taoist Master, please speak."

"That's it." Zhang Tu took out a small square box from his backpack and put a clay statue in it: "Your clay statue is too fragile and will break if you're not careful. You'd better customize a wooden box to put it in. Well, just like my box.”

Song Sanshun stretched out his head to look and saw that the inside of the wooden box was painted black, and the clay statue was put in, which just showed the color of the clay statue.

Zhang Tu closed the lid of the wooden box and said, "The shape of the box doesn't need to be elaborate, as long as it can fit the clay statue."

He spent five hundred coins to buy a clay statue. Is it not too much to ask for a wooden box? The dim sum sold for five hundred cents a piece must come with a beautiful box.

Song Sanshun nodded quickly: "Okay, we will make a box from now on." A clay statue in Chang'an can be sold for five hundred coins, so it should be equipped with a box no matter what, but he was negligent.

Zhang Tu nodded with satisfaction and took out three pieces of money from his pocket: "Here, this is the money for six clay statues. From now on, I will come to collect the goods once a month. You can prepare ten. Each one needs a box."

Song Sanshun: "Taoist priest, don't worry."

Chang'an, who was sitting on the edge of the Kang, looked at Uncle Zhang Tuzi, then at his own uncle, and asked, "Uncle Zhang Tuzi, how much do you pay for the box?"

Zhang Tu smiled and said: "Aren't they all within five hundred?"

Changan shook his head: "I don't know how to make a box. You have to pay someone else to make it."

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The little girl is quite clever.

"Okay, I'll pay fifty cents to customize the box. Is that okay?" Zhang Tu said helplessly.

Chang'an turned to Song Sanshun and asked, "Uncle, can fifty coins make a box?"

"Yes! Of course I can!" Song Sanshun agreed.

Chang'an was satisfied and said to Zhang Tu with a smile, "Okay."

Zhang Tu glared at Chang'an resentfully and put the statue away.

"Uncle Bald, I still have beads at home, do you want them?" Chang'an asked.

Zhang Tu said angrily: "No!"

But Li Si'er said: "I want it, I want it! Let's take a look?"

Just kidding, just go through all the trouble and come here, don't you just want to redeem the goods from the little doll's house? Oddly enough, no matter how much goods I exchanged for the little doll's family, I could sell them and still make a fortune. For this reason, my family was preparing to build a new house in the town.

"I'll get them." Wu quickly brought in all the prayer beads she had worn, dozens of them.

In the end, Li Si'er cashed everything in ten coins.

It's expensive to buy and it's expensive to sell. When the time comes, I'll just sell it for twenty or thirty cents.

At this time, Sister-in-law Qian and Jin Guihua also brought their own beads on their backs. The number was similar to Wu's, as well as clay statues made by their respective children.

Li Si'er actually didn't want to cash it out, but he couldn't resist the little baby's lobbying and eventually cashed it out.

Bead strings are still worth ten cents, but clay statues can only be made one hundred and fifty cents each.

When the two said goodbye, Mrs. Wu was not satisfied after all, so she plucked some vegetables and radishes from her garden and gave them to Zhang Tu and Li Si'er.

The two of them were not polite, took the food, gnawed the radishes and left the village.

At this time, the whole village saw with their own eyes that someone had spent money to buy statues and beads, and their hearts were filled with excitement. They immediately brought their smartest children over to get close to Chang An.

"Chang'an, this is my pig. He will be nine years old during the Chinese New Year. Can he learn how to make clay statues from you?"

"Chang'an, come on, come on, this is my Mei Zi, she is the same age as Qiao'er. She has long wanted to learn your craft."

Chang'an looked confused, and before he could speak, his aunt pulled him behind him.

"Dear ladies and sisters-in-law, Chang'an is only four years old. I really can't teach too many children." Mrs. Wu apologized.

Seeing Wu's polite refusal, the women had no choice but to leave even though they were unwilling to do so.

However, after that, more and more children came to Chang'an to play with Goudan Xiaohoe.

Chang'an was a little worried.

Because when she was teaching her uncle how to read in the morning, someone always came to disturb her.

The children were ragged and unkempt. They started wandering around the yard as soon as they entered the yard, picking up vegetables and radishes in the garden without paying attention.

Even though the radishes were covered with straw curtains, they could still find them. They plucked them out without washing them, just wiped them with their hands and started to eat them, as if they had been hungry for a long time.

When Mrs. Wu saw them like this, she couldn't bear to scold them, so she had to wait for the villagers to finish carrying water and close the courtyard door early.

"Oh, you don't know. Many families in the village are having a hard time. They can barely afford one meal of porridge a day."

Sister-in-law Qian and Jin Guihua came to do needlework with Mrs. Wu. While sewing cotton clothes, she said: "Yesterday, several people came to my house to look for Goudan, saying that they wanted to take Goudan as their teacher. How dare I accept it? If no one wants it, wouldn’t they hate me to death?”

Making clay statues also costs money. At least you need to buy paint and ink, right?

These things are not cheap. Once you buy them at a discount, your family's life will not be easy.

Wu nodded: "No, I think so too. The business of clay statues is so big. If there are too many, who will want them?"

"that is!"

Jin Osmanthus approached Wu and said, "His aunt, let me tell you something new. Mrs. Zhao is asking people to sell her house."

Wu raised her eyebrows: "Which house?"

"Which one else? It's the compound where they live now."

Jin Osmanthus looked disdainful and said: "What do you think she thinks? She can't live a good life, but she wants to sell the newly built yard. What on earth does she want to do?"