The reborn fierce wife is going to counterattack

Chapter 281 Illness
Liao Mingyuan looked at Lequan's building blocks with disgust: "Just make something like this? No way."

Pushing away the set of Lequan brought back by Feng Huaying, I don't even want to look at it.

"It looks like something on the assembly line. To do this level of carpentry is to smash our brand."

Liao Mingyuan resisted this matter all over his body, and he didn't want to agree at all. They are doing something wrong. Doing this kind of thing is not a waste of people, and it may not be able to make a lot of money.

"Even if you can make a lot of money, don't do it."

Feng Huaying didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Master, I didn't mean to do this. I just brought it here to show you that this level of carpentry can be sold well abroad. We can do better and the price will be higher."

"How much can it sell for?" Liao Mingyuan disagreed: "I don't want the craftsmanship of this kind of material for free. I can't let your friend suffer."

He has never learned about this aspect of foreign countries. He only knows that the domestic market is small, and the high-quality goods are about [-] to [-] yuan, and the wood may be higher.

But what I can earn is limited, and the time spent is not short, and I can't sell it without channels.

It was pure luck for Huaying to meet the first woodcarving exhibition, which was never such a good thing before.

Otherwise, the average person who buys this thing will only have a few businesses throughout the year.

"Don't worry, Master, they have their own channels, and their business in Country Y and Lao Mina is doing well. Their vision is not bad, and they won't make a loss-making business." Feng Huaying stretched out his hand: "And their labor costs are very expensive. What we made and sold to them cost 15 yuan!"

"Dollar!"

That is 100 yuan, the price can be said to be very good.

The high price of the woodcarving she sold to Yuanmao Company was considered to be a face to Senior Pan and her master at the beginning, and also a little bit of her potential. Later, it should be because of the good response, so the price was raised.

But I don't know when the next price increase will be, after all, the market is there.

"They will buy it?" Liao Mingyuan was shocked, the master in the shop can earn 100 or [-] a month.

This is more profitable than being a worker, but it must be a skilled worker with more than 20 or [-] years of experience.

If it sells for more than one hundred, and the wood is removed, you can earn fifty or sixty at least.

This kind of carpentry can be said to be extremely expensive. Their craftsmanship may be worth so much, but it is useless, so many people will buy it?

"Of course, we are taking the high-quality route. Using our mortise and tenon structure building blocks, the effect is that our ancient buildings are reduced year-on-year. The degree of restoration and refinement are very high, which is more valuable than theirs."

Feng Huaying thought of the dream of foreign cultural export: "Let those crooked people see how powerful the ancestors of carpentry are."

Liao Mingyuan was moved, and he was looking forward to Feng Huaying's ambition: "You young people now rule the world, and it is up to you to pass on the essence of the ancestors' culture."

With approval, Feng Huaying went to the shop to discuss the matter with Zhang Bin and Sun Wu.

After overcoming the crisis, everyone was actively looking for customers, and finally found business opportunities under the pressure of Rui Mude, and the store opened well.

Although I was a little tired and didn't earn that much, I persisted anyway.

In particular, Rui Mude hadn't persisted in this struggle for long, but he stopped because of too many losses, and Xiangshun's home was completely safe.

When I went there, Feng Huaying saw the two masters who had been poached by Rui Mude left the shop dejectedly.

"What are they doing here?"

Zhang Bin is not happy: "Remoulder has suffered a lot of losses recently, in order to reduce losses, we fired them."

"If I knew it earlier, why did I have to do it?" After all, Zhang Bin is a partner who has worked together for many years, so it is impossible for Zhang Bin to feel nothing.

"The choice I made will be finished on my knees." Feng Huaying said coldly.

Zhang Bin laughed, but he also agreed: "What you said is quite appropriate."

"Let's not talk about them, I'm here today to discuss something with you."

I told everyone what I said to Master again, and everyone was very optimistic about it, which is also their trust in Feng Huaying.

"However, I'm afraid there aren't many finished products in a month. I still have to work during the day, so I can only do this when I'm free. It won't delay the business of Boss Zhang and the others, right?"

"Yes, you can do it when you have time, and you can guarantee two sets a month." Feng Huaying affirmed.

She discussed this with Zhang Qiming and the others.

In addition to the people in the store, there are also the apprentices of the friends that the master called to help at the beginning. Those masters are in charge of contacting.

After solving a major issue, Feng Huaying went to pick up Xiao Zeying.

On the way, she couldn't help but yawned, shook her head, felt a little headache, felt a little hot, and her throat was still a little dry: "Is this a cold?"

"Mum Zhang, help me take Zeying with me today. I think I have a cold, so don't infect her." Feng Huaying went to Liao's house, asked Mama Zhang to help take care of the child, and went back by herself.

"Why are you sick? Is it serious? Go to the hospital?" Mama Zhang quickly withdrew her hand, took two steps back with the child in her arms, and turned Xiao Zeying's face away from Feng Huaying.

"...It's not serious, it should be fine in two days." Feng Huaying rubbed his nose: "It should be because I ate two extra iced watermelons on the day I left the capital."

She used to be strong and hardly ever sick.

It was quite hot that day, so she couldn't help but ate more.

"Why are you eating so much cold food? It's not short of your fruit." Zhang Ma said angrily.

"I don't know, I just wanted to eat that day." Feng Huaying was also surprised. There is no fruit in this area of ​​Yizhou, and if he doesn't want to do anything else, why does he want to eat watermelon and eat so much.

Have you eaten enough mangoes, coconuts, lychees, and dragon fruits?

Zhang's mother held the child and educated her: "Don't learn from your mother, you only know how to eat."

"Learn from Mom." Ji Zeying learned to speak.

Feng Huaying laughed: "My daughter is so good."

Before Mama Zhang could stare, she hurriedly said, "Mama Zhang, do you have folded ears at home?"

"A little bit." Zhang Ma asked, "Why, do you want it?"

"You don't want to eat this?"

"Maybe the taste has changed, so I want to eat some zheergen."

During the meal, almost all of the plate of cold and mixed ear root went into Feng Huaying's mouth. Why did I never think this food was delicious before? It was really delicious. This taste——

It's a pity that I missed so many delicacies before.

Zhang Ma, Cao Qingyong and the others seemed to be amazed: "Little uncle, your tongue is broken? This is the root of the folded ear!"

"Can I still not know?" Feng Huaying gave Cao Qingyong a blank look, there was nothing to be surprised about.

Seeing that there was only a little left, she quickly took advantage of the time when the little nephew was speaking, and ate it into her mouth.

The bullied Cao Qingyong almost jumped up angrily: "Little uncle, how can you do this, you won't let me have the last bite!"

Liao Mingyuan and the others were amused to see it, and put the strange point aside, if they didn't like it before, it doesn't mean they will be the same in the future.

After dinner, Feng Huaying went back to rest.

In September, the temperature had dropped, and it was 22 to [-] at night. It was very comfortable to sleep with the windows open, and she fell asleep quickly.

It's just that the wind blew up in the middle of the night, and it was raining heavily. Feng Huaying didn't notice it in her sleep, but her breathing gradually became heavy, and her stretched brows were tightly furrowed.

In a daze, Feng Huaying seemed to hear the movement, and saw the rain falling into the house in a trance, and pressed his hand on the bed to get up, but he didn't move for a long time.

(End of this chapter)