The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1426 Collecting Shells
He cleared his throat and said seriously, "Let's discuss the details."

Shell handicrafts are really interesting, but there are quite a lot of details. Each shell is different, so the things made can't be the same, and there are some conch shells that have unique shapes. shape for decoration.

In this way, the difficulty increases.

This requires the maker to have a certain level of aesthetics, which ordinary craftsmen do not have.

"In my opinion, first classify the shells, one price for common ones, and another price for special ones, and then transport them all to the capital, where they can be made again, how about it?" Qiao Mai said.

"Yes." Yang Ye nodded.

The mountains are high and the roads are far away. If it is really made into a handicraft, it will be difficult to transport.

When mentioning transportation, Yang Ye couldn't help but patted his forehead, "I'll write a letter to my father and ask him to repair the road from Yupu to the capital first."

He is also bumpy enough.

For the time being, there was a regulation, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Saburo went back to the tent to rest.

The conditions were poor and he couldn't take a bath, so Tong Sanlang went to boil hot water to wash Qiao Mai's feet.

When he came in with a hot water basin, Qiao Xiaomai was sitting by the bed and washing her feet: she used spiritual spring water.

It's so extravagant.

Tong Sanlang sighed, came to the bed and sat down, "I'll wash it for you."

"I've finished washing." Qiao Mai lifted her feet from the basin.

"Then I'll wipe it for you."

"No need." Qiao Xiaomai took off the clean towel placed by the bed and wiped it casually a few times, then fell on the bed.

"Shall I give you a massage?" Tong Sanlang said again.

"I'm not tired, I'm going to sleep, don't talk anymore, it's very noisy." After Qiao Mai finished speaking, she pulled off the thin quilt to cover her body.

Seeing her eyes closed, Tong Sanlang said, "If I kiss you, will you call molestation?"

"I will kick you." Qiao Xiaomai replied without any politeness.

When Tong Sanlang heard this, a sense of powerlessness enveloped him deeply, exhausted, unprecedentedly exhausted, he took a long breath, and sat down beside the bed.

Staring blankly at the water basin at his feet, after a while, he said, "Mai, I love you."

"Very very loving."

"It's Ling Chi for me to treat me like this. You torture me every day."

"I only have you in my heart, you are the most special one, no one and nothing can compare with you."

"When will your torture to me end..."

He deeply realized that he was wrong.

But when will this torture end...

he does not know.

Qiao Mai didn't know either.

Qiao Mai heard what he said, but didn't answer.

She doesn't believe in verbal guarantees anymore, she only believes in practical actions.

The next day, early in the morning, fishermen came over with sacks. They used to pick up some beautiful shells as toys to play with. Now that Qiao Mai was about to collect them, they rushed to bring them over.

These shells are very beautiful. Qiao Mai, Yang Ye and Tong Saburo personally selected and set the price.

In the evening, people came one after another, this time bringing ordinary shells, which were picked up today.

These ordinary shells are easy to say, ten cents a catty, calculated according to the catty.

So in the following days, the main job of Qiao Xiaomai Tong Saburo Yang Ye was to pick shells and draw pictures.

Qiao Xiaomai didn't need to draw pictures, she took people around the seaside after finishing her share.

Seaweed grows on the rocks by the sea. It looks inconspicuous at first glance, like moss on the roadside stones.

After Qiao Mai observed for a few days, he started to attack the seaweed.

(End of this chapter)