MTL - After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years-Chapter 220 Daxiawan Market

Chapter 220 Daxiawan Market

 Today's Daxia Bay is completely self-sufficient.

They can produce everything from needles and threads to iron plows, and there are all kinds of hand-knitted goods.

Small and exquisite grasshopper cages, rattan book baskets, large and strong baskets and backpacks are all available.

 There are very few people who come from a peasant family who can’t make up these things.

 There are also people who are not good at editing, such as Zhuang Fuzi and his family, Qiu Degui and others.

 Most people who have never done farm work before will not know these handicrafts.

 A craft that seems useless to them can be used to buy food for their family, which is a way of survival for them.

Ziyu, who had seen many such scenes, gave her a hand without changing her expression.

If people are not allowed to kneel down, it will make them feel frightened and uneasy.

 …

Ziyu, who never dodges, can only change the subject. There is really no way to deal with the ancients who knelt down and kowtowed at every turn.

It is very lively and beautiful. There is a circle of children carrying book baskets in front of the stall.

 The appearance is about 45% similar to that of Shicaogen. Judging from the age, he should be a nephew.

 “Can, can, can!

“Uncle Shi is good at craftsmanship. Then bring me a set of rattan rocking chairs, furniture, and flower stands.

　　Rubbing the stone grass roots with some restraint, he smiled with a wrinkled face, but his eyes shone with confidence.

Fish, shrimp, bird eggs, and wild vegetables can be enough for a day's meals.

Shi Caogen glared at his son who came up to him, and pulled him behind him, fearing that he would stain the eyes of the castle owner.

Ziyu lightly kicked Xiao Luo on the butt. The little guy jumped up and covered his **** with a smile.

“I’ll give you ten more chickens, ten ducks, and a jar of lamp oil for lighting.”

Does the castle owner plan to open a dyeing shop? "

Although the fort owner can give them food on credit, the people who are responsible will always feel uneasy if they are in debt.

 Flower baskets, cages, and fruit plates, all dyed in bright colors, stood out among the gray crowd.

“You brat, I sent you to school just to squat on the roadside and play. Next time I’ll serve you like this with a stick.

 As long as those who settle here are not too lazy to lie in bed all day long, they can find food wherever they go.

 “Sister, buy me bugs!”

“Master, I don’t want any money, can I exchange it all for food?”

 The price is also ridiculously high, and it is not a true handmade product.

Ziyu didn’t know how much rattan furniture cost in this era. She only knew that in later generations a set would cost tens of thousands.

 Zi Yu was the only one in the market who exchanged silver for items. Everyone in the market knew this and would not be polite to her.

 A large plate with various straw insects and birds, such as grasshoppers, dragonflies, prawns, crabs, etc.

 Ziyu has lived here for several years, and has become more and more fond of simple and exquisite things. The two large villas in the space have been completely turned into storage rooms.

As the owner of the castle, Ziyu pays great attention to her own image, which is one of the reasons why everyone in Daxia Bay respects her.

 This kind of exchange method is the best way for the people of Dawan Village.

 A middle-aged man with a slight limp came over and replied hurriedly.

 Because in Daxia Bay, there is no reason why Ziyu is the owner of the castle, so he gets things for free.

 When a group of children heard that they had a share, they immediately thanked loudly and moved very quickly.

Shi Caogen was overjoyed after receiving a big business deal. Thinking that his family would not have enough food to last until the autumn harvest, he made a basic request.

 The more refined the better, there’s no need to rush in terms of time, as long as the finished product is good, anything goes! ” ˆ ˆ Ziyu was immediately interested when she heard it. Many hand-knitting skills have become intangible cultural heritage products in later generations.

“Master, this is our eldest son, Shi Changshuan. The color was figured out by him. He has been an uneducated person since he was a child.

Now that they can safely feed their family with their own craftsmanship, the father and son are so excited that they want to shout.

“That’s right, that’s what I had in mind, you know this skill!” Ziyu looked at the man approaching and said.

“Uncle Shi, there is no need to be polite, please get up quickly.

Ziyu leads by example and never does anything to bully the market. In her opinion, only people with no character would do that kind of thing.

 “Old man, how much money is there in total?”

 Be careful of Mr. Zhuang’s slap in the palm of your hand!

 Among them is Xiao Luo, because the conspicuous little pony is the most recognizable feature.

 “Thank you, Auntie the Castle Master!”

Zheng was worried about the drab color of Ziyu's clothes in Daxiawan, but he didn't expect to find someone who knew about dyes so easily.

 “The Lord of the Castle is kind, and I can’t repay him with stone grass roots, I can only kowtow to express my gratitude!”

I think the dye you used is good. Can it be used on fabric? "

 Made the castle owner laugh! "

"It doesn't matter, you and your son will go find Butler Sheng together later."

Each person picks one, takes it and leaves quickly! "Zi Yu said to a circle of little kids surrounding her.

I don’t know why I didn’t go to the market with the castle owner today. Shi Caogen took a look at the mountains in the distance and understood in his heart.

After living a prosperous life, the people of Daxiawan also showed their talents. If they met something they liked in the market, they would just barter for it.

 In the end, we can only accept it peacefully!

“Hehe, there are twenty-six straw weaves in total. The Lord of the fort can just give you two coins!

The old man’s surname is Shi and his name is Cao Gen. These are all skills passed down from ancestors.

 “Cough~cough!

 Xiao Luo, what time is it, and you haven’t gone to the academy yet.

The father and son of the Shi family thanked him repeatedly, and when they looked closely, they were filled with tears.

“That’s enough, that’s enough, thank you Lord!” Shi Caogen was so excited that he waved his hands repeatedly, his lips trembling.

If the castle owner wants something, you might as well tell him, he can figure it out just by seeing it. "

The castle master gave him far more than he expected. Unable to repay him, he knelt down and kowtowed.

 Because they can rely on their own craftsmanship to subsidize food for their families.

At this moment, a group of satisfied little kids ran to the academy in a swarm, laughing and joking, leaving countless laughter on their way to school in their childhood.

“No problem! Are you from Dawan Village?

In this way, you and I will go back to see Butler Sheng in a while and ask him to give you five hundred catties of rice and five hundred catties of wheat. "

Even if it is made up, the shape and craftsmanship are far different from those made by professionals.

A large plate of straw woven goods was not enough to carry, so the stall owner took out another large plate from the basket he was sitting on to have enough to share.

Who in Daxiawan doesn't know that my uncle only has eyes for the castle lord, and he hates men getting in front of the castle lord the most.

 And you, all of you want to skip school! "

Ziyu, who is always there at every market, responds to the people in the market one by one, and stops in front of a stall selling rattan products.

 “Lord of the fort, Lord of the fort!”

 But the price definitely cannot be converted into the price of food in later generations, he thought about it and said again.

But in order not to be embarrassed in front of the castle lord, they tried their best to suppress their inner joy, which can be seen in the twisted expression on their single faces.

"Fortmaster, what are your orders to Sheng Xing?" Steward Sheng, who was notified by who, was panting a little while running and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

 (End of this chapter)