Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 1191 - 377: A Bamboo Basket Sparks a Business Opportunity_2

Chapter 1191: Chapter 377: A Bamboo Basket Sparks a Business Opportunity_2

Xue Tuanzi was so flattered by the bootlicking that they felt elated and arrogantly said, "You know your place!" At that, they sneered at Mo Yan with contempt and declared seriously, "You still need to use your brain—I don’t want an idiot for an owner."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan suddenly felt her hand itch with the urge to smack this insulting creature to the ground!

Sensing the danger, Xue Tuanzi twisted its body and decisively flew midair, its snail eyes glaring at Mo Yan warily to guard against any treacherous moves she might make.

Mo Yan’s lips twitched, but considering the effort the creature had put in planning for her, she decided to spare it this time. Although it could be quite venomous with its words, it never failed her at crucial moments, and its idea this time was not bad either—it would not only help those children but also ease her own burdens.

However, the matter at hand, while seemingly simple, was not easy to implement. The immediate issue to address was the daily necessities of these children. There were a few vacant rooms at Zhao Mu’s place, which could accommodate boys without concern. But it wasn’t convenient for the girls; they would need separate rooms built just for them.

But with the current heat, it was inappropriate to start building. They would have to wait another two months before construction could begin. By then, the winery would start operations, and Qi Nan would be bringing back another group of soldiers from the border. It would be an opportune time to build their quarters as well.

Having made up her mind, Mo Yan felt much lighter and set to making medicinal pills with great cheer.

The next morning, the elderly lady came to collect her medicine, bringing with her a basket of red dates as a thank-you gift.

"Mrs. Hou, these red dates are good for Mr. Hou. Take them back for him to enjoy," Mo Yan said as she shook her head, refusing the basket of dates. She never accepted gifts from patients. Others had brought her chickens, ducks, fish, and meat before, but she had always sent them back. She didn’t intend to make an exception this time.

"Little Divine Doctor, these red dates were picked from my own tree last year. They aren’t worth much," Mrs. Hou insisted as she tried to stuff the basket into Mo Yan’s hands. "We have plenty at home, enough for the old man to eat. This year, the tree bore a lot again. If we can’t eat them, I usually give them away. If you don’t take them, they’ll just rot at home."

Mo Yan, realizing she couldn’t refuse, finally accepted the basket. It was then that she saw its design and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Mrs. Hou, where did you get this beautiful basket?"

In a peasant’s house, bamboo baskets were a common sight. Their purposes varied, so their sizes and shapes did too. Mo Yan had seen many similar baskets but had never encountered one so beautifully crafted—it could be called the art of bamboo baskets.

This bamboo basket for red dates, made of the same material as ordinary baskets, bamboo, stood out with its unique and beautiful shape. It was oval and elongated, with a smaller base and a wider top, tapering like a slope. Inverted, it resembled an oval sun hat from one angle.

What was truly remarkable was the intricate closeness of the weave, so tight that not even a sliver of gap could be seen. While it might not hold up for carrying liquids, it would certainly prevent flour from spilling out. Yet it was the exquisite pattern on the outside that caught one’s eye immediately. Although it was unclear which flower it depicted, the petals and leaves were discernible, making it altogether very beautiful.

Mrs. Hou shook her head with a slight smile on her face. "I came up with this myself when I had some free time. I didn’t expect it would catch the Little Divine Doctor’s eye," she said.

Mo Yan was amazed and blurted out, "Mrs. Hou, your craftsmanship is amazing! Why haven’t you sold such beautiful baskets?"

At that, Mrs. Hou said with a hint of resignation, "There are many uses for baskets, and many people know how to weave them. The simple ones I make don’t fetch a good price, nor are they easy to sell. Weaving these complex ones doesn’t have much value, and the price is similar to ordinary baskets. It takes a whole day to make one, and even if I am lucky to sell it, I won’t earn much. With that time, I might as well raise a couple more chickens or buy a few more eggs, so I just didn’t bother with it."

Seeing that such beautiful objects were unwanted perplexed Mo Yan. She stared at the bamboo basket, pondering carefully, until she pinpointed the problem. These intricately crafted small baskets were not very practical, since they could only carry small items such as dates or eggs. If a housewife wanted to use it to buy groceries, a single head of Dabai lettuce would fill it to the brim; peasant families needed larger baskets that could carry thirty pounds of meat without breaking.

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