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Chen Ru: "She said her chair is worth the price."

After saying that, he looked at Shen Miaozhu, who was roasting and bending bamboo, and said, "Is this the only kind of bamboo chair you can make?"

"Second sister?" Shen Lingzhu didn't quite understand which wood was more suitable.

"If someone offers redwood or beech, we can make it." Shen Miaozhu replied, then glanced at her junior sister and said slowly, "But bamboo chairs are the most comfortable and suitable for the summer, and they are also affordable."

"One or two taels is considered affordable? I won't believe it unless you offer a lower price." Zhuang Baibu didn't want to waste extra money. It was just a rocking bamboo chair. He could tinker with it when he got home.

Chen Ru naturally wouldn't be intimidated by Shen Lingzhu, "Tell me the actual price."

Shen Lingzhu stretched out his hand, then curled two fingers as he glanced at the light: "Since you are a regular customer, the price cannot be lower than three coins.

Although the bamboo rocking chair is not made of solid wood, it has too many processes and only the upper part of a bamboo is cut for use.

Look..." She pointed to a field not far away where bamboo was being cut, saying that many bamboo joints would be removed and discarded.

"If it's redwood or something like that, the leftovers can be used to make other things, but after bamboo joints are discarded, most of them can only be used as firewood.

Or do you offer custom wood? But custom wood will cost extra.”

She knew very well that the more precious the wood, the more elaborate and time-consuming the production process, and the craftsmen would hardly leave too many scraps.

Zhuang Baibu on the side ignored all this and said, "The waste bamboo joints can only be used as firewood. You can't charge us for it."

Shen Lingzhu asked in return: "If I don't make any money, why should I sell it to you?"

Zhuang Baibu wanted to lower the price further, but unexpectedly, his boss took out a silver ingot worth one or two taels, threw it to Shen Lingzhu, and said, "No need for change. Try making three bamboo ones. Make them sturdy. If they break after just a few uses this summer, I will ask for double the money back."

Shen Lingzhu took the silver and immediately gave it to his senior sister to weigh it to see if it was enough. After getting an accurate answer, he assured Chen Ru that he would do his best and it would be enough for three to two years.

After agreeing on a time to pick up the goods and seeing off this distinguished guest, she grabbed the silver and ran away: "I'll go to the mountain and tell my uncle that I've sold more than one bamboo chair."

"Come back." Uncle didn't let her move to the market to sell her things because he had his own reasons. Shen Miaozhu didn't notice that her junior sister had already run a long way away.

The young man from the Huang family who was cutting a long bamboo said, "Cousin, I'm going to go get my little cousin back."

"Don't worry about her." Shen Miaozhu was just waiting for the little girl to return empty-handed.

On this side, Shen Lingzhu excitedly ran to the foot of the mountain far away from her home, and in less than a moment she climbed to the logging site to let her uncle see her sell a tael of silver.

Several young men who were cutting wood together, as well as four or five hired strong men from the clan, all stared at the gleaming silver and asked, "A few bamboo chairs are more valuable than a bellows?"

"And bamboo chairs break down after just a few years."

"If the fat soldier in the valley sits every day and can't survive a whole summer, will they come and cause trouble?"

After all, one or two taels of silver was too expensive. They had originally thought of cutting some bamboo and making one for themselves.

Now I hear her say that it is so expensive to sell it for three cents. What do I need it for myself? I should sell it.

The youngest, Shen Baizhu, Shen Du's son, was much more resourceful than his father. He said, "Fifth Uncle, if you're making so much money, why not make more rocking chairs and sell them?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Huai said: "I don't know if the rocking chair can be used for a month. If it breaks after sitting on it a few times and hurts someone, it will be very troublesome.

"Little Bamboo, when Captain Chen comes to pick up the goods, return the silver and say they are worthless and give him three more."

"If you think it's expensive, I can lower the price, but I can't give it away for free.

I'll talk to my aunt about how much to charge." Shen Lingzhu grabbed the silver and turned to run down the mountain. She was so fast that she almost slipped.

Shen Huai was terrified and chased after her: "Hey, my little girl, run slower."

The young men from the Shen family who were helping to cut wood looked at each other, and Shen Baizhu said, "How about we make some and sell them at the market?"

"No," a young man said, staring at them. "The rocking chair was Cousin Dazhuzi's idea. Why are you making it and selling it? You're stealing her skills."

A few people turned around and saw that it was the young man named Huang Xunzhi who was speaking. The other young men from the Shen and Chang families did not say a word.

Shen Baizhu frowned and said, "It's just a bamboo chair, anyone can make it." Why is it that only my fifth uncle's family can sell it, and no one else can?

The other young men were also tempted, but they also understood that what the Huang family's children said made sense, so they said, "Let's get to work and talk after we finish chopping down the trees."

"I won't cut down any more trees. I'll be exhausted after working for several days just to get paid for cutting down two trees." Shen Baizhu threw down the axe and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Huang Xunzhi blocked his way and said, "You can only leave when the Fifth Master comes back."

"Tsk." Shen Baizhu pushed him away, but the young man stopped him again and said to the young men from the Shen and Chang families, "Come and help us. He stole the bamboo chairs and tried to sell them, so we have no work to do."

"What nonsense." Shen Baizhu's pushing action suddenly turned into grabbing and pulling, but unexpectedly, five young men from the Chang family rushed over to grab him.

In an instant, Shen Baizhu was thrown to the ground.

"What are you doing?" The young men of Shen family were unwilling to do so and went up to pull people. One of them forgot that he had an axe in his hand and injured the leg of a young man from Chang family when he raised his hand. The leg was covered with blood in an instant.

The young men of the Shen family who had not moved at all were frightened silly. It was Huang Xunzhi's shouting "Send him down the mountain quickly" that woke them up.

Then two people came running down the mountain to report, and all the people who stayed at home to work ran up the mountain to rescue people.

Fortunately, it was close, and Shen Miaozhu took advantage of the free medical consultation on the fifteenth day of the Qixing Temple to grab some cheap wound medicine and kept it at home for first aid. It came in handy just a few days later.

"Xiao Zhuzi, you and Xunzhi go and invite Taoist Zhiyuan." Although his eldest niece said that it was not the critical point, Shen Huai still did not dare to be careless.

He rubbed his temples and said to Shen Du, who was beating his son with a bamboo stick in the yard, "Third brother, stop hitting me. I didn't mean it."

"Fifth Uncle." The young man who had accidentally injured someone couldn't help but choke up and said, "I..."

He really forgot that he had an axe in his hand. Fortunately, it didn't hit the neck, otherwise he would have killed someone in a daze.

Shen Lingzhu helped his uncle pull him up from the ground, and then he and his cousin went to ask for help.

After she learned the details on the way, she couldn't help but sigh: "The first three steps are so difficult. Why is it so difficult to do anything?"

Unexpectedly, just because he sold a few chairs, he encountered an unexpected disaster.

"Xiao Zhuzi, Shen Baizhu is not as honest as Uncle Du.

When he gets home, maybe he will actually make his own rocking chair and sell it.

If I hadn't stopped him, no one would have been hurt." Huang Zongzhi was also scared. He almost got into trouble. His legs are now weak.

Shen Lingzhu consoled him for a moment, then said, "Let him do whatever he wants."

"Why? The bellows have signed a confidentiality agreement, but the rocking chair is left to others to learn?"

"A rocking chair is different from a bellows. Let me ask you, if you had money, would you buy a rocking chair for your cousin?"

"No, and my father is busy farming and working all day long, so he doesn't have time to lie down and enjoy the cool air.

Oh, I see. Only people with money and free time would buy it. "And at Shenquanji, there are very few such people.

"That's right." Although he said so, Shen Lingzhu couldn't let Shen Baizhu do this deal first, so he had to think of a way.