The husband is the hunter

Chapter 118

Duan Nanshan didn't know anything about business. He smiled and picked up the bamboo shoots piled on the ground into the bamboo basket, "You can do whatever you say. If you can't sell them, we can keep them for ourselves. You can't lose any money."

The jar specially used for marinating bamboo shoots is small at both ends and large in the middle. There is a rim outside the mouth of the jar. When sealing the jar, pour some clean water into the sink so that air and dust can’t get in and the bamboo shoots won’t go bad.There were no such things at home. Fang Lin remembered that there was a kiln burner in Qingquan Village who specialized in making pots and jars for the farmers. She simply went there with Duan Nanshan.

"There is a way to choose the jar. Look, my father burned it. There are absolutely no cracks or blisters. You can feel it. It's smooth inside. It's absolutely fine."

The young man who spoke was not very old, but he spoke clearly and logically. Fang Lin smiled, reached into the jar and touched it. It was indeed as he said, the inner wall was smooth, and the glaze on the outside was very even. She closed the lid, Asked: "What is the price of this jar?"

"It's not expensive, it's ten cents a piece." With a smile on his face, the young man counted them out with his hands. Crocks and jars are only bought by farmers occasionally, but they can't be sold for ten days and a half months. No matter how much it cost, he finally had a guest come to the door, so of course he had to hurry up.

Seeing Fang Lin's hesitation, the young man's smile faded a little, and he said tentatively, "If you want more, then eight cents."

Fang Lin thought for a while, and before she could speak, she heard him say again, "It can't be any cheaper. Such a big jar costs twelve or thirty cents apiece when going to the market. If it wasn't for the bad business, my mother You are still taking medicine, so you won’t sell it at such a low price.”

"I want five, just ten cents. I won't take advantage of you." On weekdays, Fang Lin would definitely bargain, but this courtyard is very dilapidated, and the boy has to worry about family affairs at a young age, and his mother gave birth again When she was sick, she couldn't help thinking of herself when she was young, and she felt compassion.

The boy was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Okay, you can choose your own, they are all the same size."

"No hurry, I want to ask, can you make this jar bigger?" Fang Lin thought that if she wants to sell sour bamboo shoots in the future, the capacity of this jar is not enough now, so she must use a big jar to marinate.

"Yes, as long as the kiln can fit it, my father can burn it." The young man was very confident in his father's craftsmanship, and nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Fang Lin smiled, picked out five jars, and motioned to Duan Nanshan to pay, "Okay, I'll take these jars back first, if they are used well, I will have to order a batch of large jars, and I will Speak ahead of time."

"Yes. If you need it, you can just let me know three or five days in advance." The young man counted the money, "You pick so many pickles, it will take you several years to finish them?"

Fang Lin smiled without saying a word, and together with Duan Nanshan put the jar on the borrowed ox cart, the young man thoughtfully found a lot of hay to spread on it, and told them, "This jar is strong, but you'd better slow down on your way. , if it breaks, you won’t be able to pickle the pickles.”

The young man seemed to believe that the only function of the jar was to pickle pickles. Fang Lin didn't explain, and helped Duan Nanshan's arm to get on the bullock cart. She waved at the young man and smiled, "When our 'pickles' are ready , please try it.”

(End of this chapter)