Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 196 Bamboo Ball

  Man Bao harvested a box of novel toys, and Bai Shanbao helped her carry the box back together.

  Xiao Qian’s and two sisters are making tofu, because during the Chinese New Year, there are more people who change tofu recently. She basically makes tofu every day, and every time she makes tofu, she has to send some past to the Bai family.

  She was cutting tofu, looking up to see the little son of the Bai family and Man Bao carrying her baby box into the door, and after greeted them, she went to the nearby yard. She hurriedly stopped and asked, "What are you carrying?"

  Man Baodao: "Carry my treasure box, sister-in-law, today we have more toys than anyone else. It's more fun."

  It’s a child’s game. The little Qian is not interested anymore. She smiled at the little son of the Bai family and said, “Little son, my family made tofu today. You will bring some back later and let your grandmother and mother have a taste.”

  Bai Shanbao nodded. Anyway, Zhou's family gave him tofu at intervals, and he was used to it.

  The two carried the box back to Man Bao’s room. It was not the first time that Bai Shanbao came to Man Bao’s boudoir, but he still couldn’t help looking around curiously, because every time she came, her room was a little different.

  Most of those that are different are at home, especially the things that Tue Lang bought for her.

  For example, the bookshelf made of bamboo originally only had a single three-story, but now there is a four-story next to it, and there are no books on it. After all, there are only a few books full of treasures.

  A single bookshelf is enough.

  The newly added bookshelf has a bamboo vase-like bottle on the top, with a handful of weeds inserted in it.

  Bai Shanbao:...

   Seeing Bai Shanbao look at her vase, Manbao said, "Does it look good? I asked my second brother to make it up for me."

  She was a little proud, but she saw this when she wandered around in the mall, but the points required for it were very expensive, so Man Bao simply drew it and asked her second brother to do it for her.

  She wanted to sell the vase to Keke, as long as Keke gave her half of the points in the mall.

  But Keke said that it does not have such a function. The mall is open unilaterally for the host's welfare. If she is a merchant, she can't afford the cost of transportation of goods.

  Man Bao knows half of it, but understands one thing. In addition to conveying objects to the Encyclopedia, she can't give others things, otherwise the travel expenses will be much better.

  Man Bao can only regretfully put the bamboo vase made by his second brother in his room.

  On the next floor, there is a big ball made of bamboo. This is also what Man Bao saw in the mall and asked his second brother to make it.

  Since knowing that there are many good-looking bamboo weaves in the shopping mall, Manbao likes to search in it, and then when he sees good-looking ones, he draws the things he likes and lets the second brother make them.

  Tuesday Lang felt that making bamboo **** was much easier than making vases, so he made several for them in one go.

  Manbao put the largest one on the bookshelf, and previously put a small, often-played one in the toy box, which has now been bought by Baijilang.

  At this time, Bai Shanbao couldn't move his eyes when he looked at the big bamboo ball, his eyes were too greedy.

  But Manbao is not for sale, because she also likes this ball.

  However, upholding the principle of sharing good things with good friends, she is willing to lend him the bamboo ball to play.

  The next level is a lotus-shaped bamboo basket with various sundries. This is what Man Bao saw from the mall and asked his second brother to make it.

  Bai Shanbao couldn’t help but admire, “Your second brother’s craftsmanship is so good.”

  Man Bao was very proud, "Of course, my second brother said, there is nothing in this world that he can't make with bamboo."

  It’s a pity that few people now like these things as much as people in the future. Because the bamboo weaves in the mall are very expensive, Manbao also asked the fifth brother and the others to take the bamboo weaves made by the second brother to the county to sell them, but how they took them back.

  Obviously, compared to these bamboo vases, bamboo balls, bamboo baskets and dustpans are more popular.

  Bai Shanbao said that those people do not know the goods, at least he likes bamboo balls, provided that the demand is great.

  So he expressed his willingness to buy to Man Bao, “I’ll pay, let your second brother make me a bamboo ball as big as this, OK?”

   "How much do you pay?"

   "The bamboo ball you sold to Bai Er is ten cents, then I will pay twelve cents."

  Man Bao nodded after a little thought, "Okay, it's a deal."

  Tuesday Lang is not particularly busy now. Although the business delivered to the door is small, he also takes it.

  What's more, bamboo **** are not difficult to make. He has experience again, so Man Bao mentioned that he went to the thatched house where the bamboo sticks were stored and pulled out the bamboo sticks.

  Since Thursday Lang and the others moved into the new house, the thatched house they used to live in has been vacant.

  Because the room is big enough, Tue Lang simply cleaned it up and moved all his precious bamboo in. When the weather was cold, he didn't make bamboo in the yard, but in the house.

  Well, although the thatched house is not much warmer, it is better than blowing cold wind in the yard, right?

On Thursday, Lang was busy for a while, quickly entwining the bamboo ball, which was about the same size as the one placed on the Manbao bookshelf, and then handed it to Manbao: "You and the young master of the Bai family said that you don’t need to give this kind of bamboo weave in the future. Money, if he likes it, tell me and I will do it for him."

  This time, Manbao has already collected the money in advance, so it would be difficult to return it.

  Man Bao said: "In Shangyanshang, second brother, you must collect money. There may be many people buying bamboo **** with you in the future."

  Tuesday Lang laughed loudly: "You kids can play with this thing. Who would pay to buy it? Besides, your price is so high, twelve articles."

  As soon as I finished speaking, Baijilang rushed to Zhou's house with the money the next day, asking Tuuelang to make such a big request for him. It would be better if it were bigger. "

  Man Bao asked him, "Don’t you have one?"

  It’s okay not to mention it. When he mentions it, he can’t help complaining, “Your one is too small. You obviously have a big one, but you don’t sell me. Humph, I will never do business with you again.”

  Man Bao: "……"

  Shirajiro continued to pester Tue Lang to make him a bamboo ball.

  Man Bao rushed to stop him in front of Tue Lang, and said: "Huh, you don't do business with me, I won't do business with you yet, I told my second brother not to do it for you."

  Tuesday Lang:...

  Finally, on Tuesday Lang still took Baiji Lang's money and made a big bamboo ball for him.

  Then the next day, several children were surrounded outside Zhou's house, all of them with money to buy bamboo balls.

  Tuesday Lang made them for them while asking, "You take money to buy football, do your parents know?"

  He felt that if they dared to take money to buy these improper food and clothing items, he would definitely beat them severely.

  The children confidently stated that this was their lucky money.

  Tuesday Lang was speechless, but these children are all students in the school, from good family backgrounds, and obviously don't care about the twelve cents.

  A few days later, on Tuesday Lang received some orders one after another. There were children from the village who made bamboo balls, and children from several nearby villages such as Dali Village.

  This surprised Tue Lang. He simply made a batch and sold it at the market, but strangely, none of the bamboo **** he got at the market were sold.

  Finally, he took it home, and the children in other villages entrusted the children in the village to help buy them. Only then did the batch of bamboo **** be sold out.

  Don’t talk about Tuesday Lang, Man Bao thinks this phenomenon is very strange.

  (End of this chapter)