Wang Erlang hid, holding the bamboo shovel with both hands: "My son is wrong, my son is wrong! Mother, please don't hit me. No, it's slag!" He tilted his big mouth and wanted to eat away the thick burnt black on the side of the shovel.

"Get up and get out of here!" Jia Gong made Erlang laugh at his hopeless look.

At this time, someone came from outside: "Is this Wang Jiangtong's family?"

Jia Guo hurriedly hid the bamboo shovel behind her back. The family looked over and saw that the person who came was in his forties, with an ordinary appearance and a thin body. He was wearing a cloth jacket. Behind him was a boy about the same age as Wang Zhu who was carrying a basket and combing his hair.

Wearing braids facing the sky.

Wang Erlang felt that this man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

At this time, Wang Ge stepped forward with a smile: "It's A Yang. Come in quickly, Uncle is..."

The boy carrying the basket is Jia Sanyang, who often herds sheep on Shoushipo.

"Sister Ge, I haven't seen you for a long time." After Jia Sanyang replied to her, he raised his head and told the elder man: "Uncle Jia, she is Wang Jiangtong."

Wang Weng quickly came out of his house.

Uncle Jia nodded slightly to Wang Ge, entered the courtyard, looked around roughly, and didn't care about the smell of food all over the courtyard. Then he bowed to Wang Ge and Jia Concubine, and said in a gentle voice: "Grandma Weng, I am the eldest son of the Jia family from the east of the village.

Jia Feng."

East of the village? There is only one household in the east of the village! A big household!!

Wang Weng reacted immediately, "It turns out to be Jia Land... Ah, Sir, come in quickly, please come in." Fortunately, he didn't call out "Jia Landlord".

"Quick, Age, prepare a banquet." The landlord came to the door, and the king was cautious and uneasy.

In order to save trouble or reduce the wear and tear of the tables, farmers' families usually only prepare banquets and add extra tables to the banquets when entertaining guests. If the eldest father is so particular, how could Wang Ge still be unable to guess the identity of "Jia Feng"?

Wang Weng glanced at Erlang, but Wang Erlang misunderstood and took his mother to hide in the nearby east wing.

Wang Ge had quickly moved out the straw mats and laid them in the courtyard. Wang He was more discerning than his father and hurried into the utility room. Wang Yun was struggling to move the bamboo mats when Wang He picked up the mats from behind.

, said disgustedly: "You're so big! Get out of the way! I'll sweep you down again."

"Haha, you're as big as a millet." Jia Sanyang laughed at Wang Yun while holding the door panel open.

After the banquet was prepared, Wang Weng, an elder, sat at the table.

Wang Ge poured two bowls of water soaked in wolfberry flowers, and Jia Feng stopped her: "Wang Jiangtong, sit down."

Wang Ge looked at the eldest father. After Wang Weng said "Sit down", she sat down on the left side of the eldest father. Jia Sanyang did not dare to look at the excitement in the utility room anymore. He quickly unloaded the big basket and sat down on Jia Feng.

Right rear.

It was getting late, so Jia Feng directly stated his purpose of coming: "Old man, I do have something to do here. I hope Wang Jiangtong can help."

There were two vertical kudzu parcels in the basket. He took one of them and opened it to reveal a long wooden box. He untied the hemp rope that bound the wooden box. The box was surrounded by thick cloth and contained three bamboo strips.

He pushed the wooden box over and said, "This is a bamboo sample. Please take a closer look, Mr. Wang."

Wang Weng didn't know how to work, so what could he tell? He moved the box and put it in front of Wang Ge.

Wang Ge Xianwang: The three bamboo strips are exactly the same. They are as thin as a blade. They should be exactly two inches wide and soft without touching them. They are stored in wooden boxes and padded with soft cloth. This is not because the bamboo material is precious, but to ensure that the bamboo samples are not damaged.

, in the future, the bamboo strips can be made accurately by imitating the bamboo pattern.

After looking at it, she took a closer look. She first picked up one of the bamboo sticks and looked at it with a pick-up gesture against the light. When she looked back, she saw that the bamboo sticks were all shiny and smooth, with a greenish light in the yellow and natural texture. It trembled slightly when she breathed.

, you can see how light it is. Put it back carefully, and then pick up the other two in turn.

Jia Feng waited for her to finish reading and asked, "Wang Jiangtong should know about Qinghe Village?"

"I know. The examination room for carpenters is right outside Qinghe Village."

"Qinghe Village has been purchasing these bamboo strips for a long time since the beginning of this month. The width, length, and thickness must be equal. To be honest, Wang Weng and Wang Jiangtong, I also have a bamboo strips craftsman in my family, but all the bamboo strips must be striped to the bamboo shape.

At this level, one person can't make many bamboo strips in one day. If Mr. Wang can make it, I'd like to pay two yuan for each bamboo stick, how about it?"

Two dollars? It’s as much as the price of a rolling lantern! Wang Weng’s upper body was visible, so he almost agreed. “Age, what’s up? Can you make it?”

Wang Ge nodded: "Yes."

Dare you agree so quickly? Jia Feng frowned slightly.

Wang Ge first opened the wooden box and then said in detail: "The bamboo materials used in the three bamboo samples are all bamboos, which are more than one year old and less than two years old. The length is longer than the bamboo joints cut by my uncle from the wild mountains. They should be growing.

In the shade, if you look closely at the texture and color, you can tell that the three bamboo strips are in different positions before they are opened, but they are all the first layer of green bamboo strips close to the bamboo skin. So... Qinghezhuang's requirements for collecting strips are

Can the first three layers of green bamboo strips be used?"

"He is indeed a first-class craftsman!" Jia Feng praised sincerely. Generally speaking, the longest bamboo joint of Ci bamboo is a little over two feet, and it is difficult to reach two and a half feet. Because bamboo itself loves the scorching sun, only those that grow in the shade will do so.

Competing for jointing.

But one thing Jia Feng didn’t say is that Qinghezhuang’s purchase of green bamboo strips is divided into grades. The three bamboo poles in the wooden box belong to the third grade. The first and second grade bamboo poles cannot be made by their own bamboo craftsmen; the fourth grade is better.

He would only pay one price if he made two sticks. Since Wang Jiangtong won the third prize, there was no need to take out another wooden box.

When Wang Ge was praised, he first smiled shyly and then pleaded: "Uncle Jia also knows that most bamboos grow toward the sun. If he goes into the shade of the wild mountains to look for bamboos, my uncle will go alone. It's too dangerous."

There must be no shortage of bamboo materials in Jia Abo's family. How about I share some and lower the price of each bamboo strip to one yuan?"

Jia Feng looked at Wang Weng: "I have no problem." She is just a little girl, can she make the decision?

Wang Weng nodded: "That's it."

Next, it was decided that the Jia family would send a tenant to deliver bamboo materials tomorrow morning, and the same tenant would receive the goods every five days. When Jia Feng left, he warned again: "This is a long-term transaction, and you must not make it crudely just to make a living."

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The entire wooden box was left behind. When Wang Weng saw Landlord Jia walking away, he came back and opened the box again. He followed his granddaughter's example and picked up a bamboo thread and looked at the light.

"Tsk, tsk." The old man didn't see anything. He only thought that there was something good about it, and it was not as thin as A Ge's two-piece bamboo silk.

Jia Gui came out of the east wing with her two promising sons. When she learned that the deal had come to her door out of thin air, she was so happy that she immediately asked Wang Ge how to cook the oil residue. She cooked it herself to reward her granddaughter's greed.

Outside the kitchen, the prince and his wife were also happy, so they stopped talking about the son-in-law and gave it back to them, together with Erlang's bride, and all the juniors to tell Jia Feng's identity, so as not to be rude when they meet again in the future.

Although everyone in the village knows Landlord Jia, few villagers have the opportunity to meet them. They only know that the east side of the village is full of fertile farmland, and it all belongs to Landlord Jia’s family. Taigong Jia also fled here during the war in the previous dynasty.

Wang Weng is much earlier.

Jia Taigong has seven sons and two daughters. Three generations of descendants are like trees with branches, which outsiders cannot understand at all. His eldest son has been dead for many years, and now the one who stirs up the eldest family lineage is his eldest grandson Jia Feng. Because Jia Feng also has children, according to the

According to the "House Splitting Order", he has established his own business. Therefore, Jia Dalang, whom the villagers occasionally gossip about, is actually the eldest grandson of Jia Taigong.

When Wang Weng said this, the smell of paste in the stove came out again.
Chapter completed!