Traveling between the 70s and the modern world

Chapter 164 Bamboo Tiger

Lin Qingyan followed Hu Zi's mother to another room in their house. As soon as they entered the house, they were filled with bamboo baskets, backpacks, bamboo baskets, and weaving materials.

Hu Zi's father's legs cannot help him walk, but that does not affect his ability to sit normally. When he heard the sound, he stopped what he was doing and looked up at the person coming down.

When he found that there was not only his wife, but also two little girls, he looked at Hu Zi's mother a little uncomfortably, asking with his eyes.

Hu Zi's mother immediately understood what her shy husband meant and introduced them: "These are Lin Zhiqing and Ye Zhiqing from the Zhiqing Point."

Hu Zi's father nodded to them. Lin Qingyan noticed that he was not used to interacting with outsiders, so she greeted him with a smile and diverted his attention.

"Uncle, did you weave all these bamboo baskets?"

When Hu Zi's father heard about the knitting, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, I knitted them all!"

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued with the work in his hands.

Hu Zi's mother quickly explained:

"He hasn't been out for a long time, and now he's a little uncomfortable dealing with people. If you have any questions, you can ask me!"

Lin Qingyan bent down and picked up a round bamboo basket on the ground. She remembered seeing someone carrying a basket of fruit in modern times, and wondered if this would work.

"Uncle weaves really well, Auntie, can we take these bamboo baskets to the market to sell?"

"It's not that easy to sell. Almost every household can weave bamboo baskets. Half of the households in a village can weave them.

That is the difference between good and bad editing, but these things don’t need to look good, as long as they can be used.

Hu Zi's father was good at making bamboo baskets. Some people in the village knew about our family's situation and came to take care of us. They bought some bamboo baskets from home.

We also sold them at the market. There were many people selling bamboo baskets at the market. Our bamboo baskets didn't have much advantage. It was just that Hu Zi's father could weave some small things. When others bought bamboo baskets,

He gave her a small gift, and she was happy to take it back to her children. "Hu Zi's mother said this calmly, what else could she do if she wasn't calm?

"A little gift? What kind of little gift?"

Lin Qingyan was wondering whether there was a market for these bamboo baskets in modern times when she heard about the little thing and asked Hu Zi's mother in confusion.

"Look, this is it." Hu Zi's mother took out a bamboo dragonfly and another in the shape of a little tiger from the corner.

Lin Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this. She thought of how to help their family.

"Auntie, this bamboo dragonfly looks just like the real thing."

Ye Yi, who had been smiling and silent all the time, couldn't help but look at the bamboo tiger in Hu Zi's mother's hands. The bamboo tiger was woven vividly.

"Aunt, uncle is really amazing. He can even weave tigers."

Ye Yi took the bamboo tiger handed over by Hu Zi's mother, held it in her hand, looked at it left and right, and couldn't let it go.

Lin Qingyan looked at the bamboo dragonfly in her hand and liked it very much.

“After all, he is a child who has not grown up. He likes this as much as Hu Zi does. Hu Zi’s father made this toy specially for Hu Zi just to please him.

Lin Zhiqing and Ye Zhiqing, if you like it, take it back and play with it!" Seeing that Lin Qingyan and the others liked it, Hu Zi's mother took the initiative to give Hu Zi's toys to them.

Lin Qingyan quickly shook her head.

"This is Hu Zi's toy. We can't have it. But can you make a few more bamboo tigers and dragonflies?"

Hu Zi's father, who had been busy with his work with his head down, didn't look up when he heard this, but still replied, "You can make it up."

"Uncle, can you make up other things?"

"Something else? What kind of thing?"

Lin Qingyan's question finally aroused the interest of Hu Zi's father, and he looked up and asked.

"What about other small animals made of bamboo? Or lanterns made of bamboo, small houses made of bamboo, etc."

Lin Qingyan thought that every time she passed by a square in modern times, there would be many people selling toys, many of which were for children. Children were very much loved in that era, and many children would play in the square with toys in their hands.

She had also bought toys for her younger brother, but she hadn't given them to him yet.

Hu Zi's father lowered his head and thought deeply for a while, then looked at Hu Zi's mother and said, "If I have seen it, I should be able to make it up."

"Then I'll go back and draw some for you. Can you please weave something similar according to the pattern in the picture and I'll pay for it?"

Lin Qingyan thought for a while and decided that she could go to Modern City to print out some pictures and give them to Hu Zi’s father as a reference. He should be able to weave them according to the pictures.

"Lin Zhiqing, these are just little toys for children. If you like something, just ask Hu Zi's father to help you make it. Don't pay for it."

Hu Zi's mother simply refused with a smile. It was a bit inappropriate for this little thing to charge money.

"Aunt, I'm serious. The things my uncle knits are very beautiful. They may not sell for a high price in the market, but they will definitely be popular among children in the county or provincial capital.

I would like to ask you to make more, 100 at first, and I will give you 2 cents for each one, is that okay with you?" Lin Qingyan said to Hu Zi's mother seriously.

"Lin Zhiqing, what did you say? You want to buy this little toy for children? And you want a hundred of them?"

Hu Zi's mother couldn't believe it and started asking questions. Even Hu Zi's father, who had been keeping his head down, became excited.

He hurriedly looked at Lin Qingyan, not daring to speak, worried that what he had just heard was an illusion, and that he would be brought back to reality as soon as he spoke.

Lin Qingyan looked at the couple and nodded.

"Yes, auntie. I would like to ask uncle to weave bamboo tigers, bamboo dragonflies, and maybe bamboo rabbits later. Do you think it's okay?"

"Okay, okay, okay! Aunt and uncle will definitely make up a story for you. There will definitely be nothing bad for you."

Hu Zi's mother was so excited that she was a little incoherent.

"Aunt, uncle, I want 100 of them. Please make 10 bamboo tigers and bamboo dragonflies first. I will go back and draw the blueprints for the others. You can make them based on the blueprints. Each one costs 2 cents."

Lin Qingyan stated her request again.

Hu Zi's mother calmed down now, not as excited as before, and she had some reaction.

The educated youth Xiao Lin in front of them must have known their family situation and came here to help. No one would buy this little gadget for 2 cents.

So she said to Lin Qingyan: "Lin Zhiqing, I know you want to take care of us, but this thing is not worth 2 cents each. You will lose money if you do this. We can't cheat you."

"Auntie, don't worry, I said it's worth the price, it's worth the price.

Different things have different values ​​at different times and in different places. Don't worry, I won't let myself suffer any loss."

Lin Qingyan comforted Hu Zi's excited parents, confirmed the quantity of goods with them, and gave them 5 yuan as a deposit.

After Lin Qingyan and the others left, Hu Zi's mother hugged Hu Zi's father and burst into tears. For so many years, she had shouldered the burden of the family and never cried no matter how hard or tired she was.

But today she saw hope in life, and she couldn't help crying. Hu Zi's father also hugged her and they cried together.

Hu Zi, who was still making a snowman at the door, was so scared that he ran in. Before he could figure out what was going on, his parents pulled him over and started crying with him.