Returning to my hometown to inherit three mountains: Don't stop me from raising pigs

Chapter 246: I am still your uncle

The old man who had finished a bamboo weaving product looked up and stretched his body, and finally found the three people who had been observing him for half a day.

When the old man was weaving the basket just now, he was so focused and serious, as if he was immersed in the world of basket weaving, that he didn't realize that there were three people around him who had been observing him for a long time.

Looking at the three strangers in front of him, the old man asked curiously: "Who are you?"

"Hello, uncle, we are from Shangouzi Village. We are here to buy bamboo shoots." Gu Chang said with a smile.

"Oh, it's you." The old man said with a smile.

"No wonder at noon, when my family members came back from the brigade yard, they all took their tools to dig bamboo shoots. It turned out that you were buying bamboo shoots."

"I heard from my children at home that the purchase price you offered was very high, and you took as much as you could get," said the old man.

"That's the normal purchase price. The bamboo shoots that the villagers have worked so hard to dig deserve a fair price." Gu Chang said with a smile.

"You are so young, but you are so generous in doing things," the old man praised.

"It's just that I'm too old to do heavy work. Otherwise, I would have followed them to dig bamboo shoots."

"When I was young, I was an expert at digging bamboo shoots!"

"But bamboo shoots are not very tasty. You'll get tired of them after a few times. If you leave them here, not many people will want to eat them. You want so many, can you sell them? Don't lose money again."

Qi Tianming smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir. We will sell these bamboo shoots to the big cities and to the people there. They really like them!"

"City people like to eat this stuff?" The old man looked surprised.

"Yes, it's processed and sold at a very high price! It's very popular!"

After receiving a positive answer, the old man looked incredulous.

Then he lowered his head and muttered to himself: "It seems that people in the city have never eaten anything good. They even think bamboo shoots are good things..."

Gu Chang and the other two burst into laughter after hearing what he said.

"Then is this bamboo basket that Zhongli asked me to weave also what you want?" The old man looked up and asked when he heard the laughter.

"Neutral? Oh, Village Chief Yuan, yes, we do plan to develop bamboo products." Gu Chang said.

"No wonder that boy came here in such a hurry. He asked me to quickly weave a few bamboo baskets that I am good at and give them to him later."

"He also reminded me to weave it carefully and make it look better."

"So it's for you." Uncle Wang said with a smile.

"I'm old now, and my family doesn't allow me to weave bamboo baskets anymore, saying that no one likes them anymore. I only weave them for my own use, and I can't sell them at all."

"Young people nowadays are not willing to learn such a skill. They think it is time-consuming and laborious, and it does not make money."

The old man said regretfully.

The three of them could see that the old man actually loved weaving bamboo baskets. He was so serious and devoted when weaving bamboo baskets that it was as if he had formed a world of his own and no one could disturb him.

So Gu Chang smiled and said, "Uncle, don't worry, when we develop bamboo products, you will be able to weave bamboo baskets frequently in the future."

"Really?" The old man's eyes lit up.

"Of course!" Gu Chang said seriously.

"Are you selling bamboo baskets? Aren't people using plastic and iron basins nowadays?" The old man still couldn't believe it.

"Don't worry, uncle. There are people in big cities who like bamboo, and they are willing to use the bamboo baskets you weave." Qi Tianming said with a smile.

"City people are willing to use..." The old man lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"Although people in this big city haven't eaten anything good, they still have good taste."

"Iron and plastic are not as useful as bamboo..."

Gu Chang: "..."

Gu Guoqing: "..."

Qi Tianming: "..."

"By the way, you just said that you are from Shangouzi Village?" the old man suddenly asked.

"Yes, we are from Shangouzi Village." Gu Guoqing said with a smile.

"How is Wang Erdan from your village?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Wang Erdan? Who is this? From Shangouzi Village?" Gu Chang asked puzzledly.

"It's Uncle Wang, his name is Wang Erdan." Gu Guoqing covered his face and said embarrassedly.

Fortunately, Uncle Wang was not here, otherwise, if the old man heard someone calling his name, he would have fought with him at the risk of his old bones!

"Uh, Uncle Wang's name..." Gu Chang didn't know what to say.

"That's how people used to name people. Uncle Li at the head of the village was called Li Gousheng; Grandma Deng, her full name was Deng Dahua..." Gu Guoqing said in a low voice.

"No wonder these old people never say their own names." Gu Chang finally understood.

"Do you know Uncle Wang?" Gu Chang asked curiously.

"Old friends. We used to be competitors selling bamboo baskets!" said the old man with a smile.

"Competitors?" Gu Chang and the other two asked in surprise.