Chapter 344: Box for Wine Glasses
After Cheng Yusheng left, Shen Xiangwan went to the colored glass workshop. Most of the colored glass products they made were sold to the Western Regions through caravans, and only a very small number flowed into the country. Even so, their shipment volume was very considerable. Yuan Xiu had just started to expand the workshop not long ago. Shen Xiangwan did not hesitate to ask them to help her make a batch of wine bottles and wine glasses. Yuan Xiu did not dare to neglect it and gave instructions on the spot.

"Uncle Zhao, are you home?"

After sending the children to school in the afternoon, Shen Xiangwan took Yuan Yue and Yuan Ying to the Zhao family. They were building a new house recently, but they did not demolish and rebuild on the original site. Instead, they bought a new residential land. It is said that they bought a total of three acres of land, and planned to build a courtyard on one acre of land, which would be given to the three sons in the future. However, they are only planning to build one courtyard at present, and will build the rest slowly later.

"Yes, why are you here, Wanwan?"

Hearing her voice, Zhao Dashan quickly dropped the work in his hands and prepared to stand up to greet her.

"No, Uncle Zhao, I'm not a stranger, don't get up."

Shen Xiangwan, who had entered the yard, hurriedly stopped him. As she spoke, she and Yuan Yue and Yuan Ying had already walked in front of him: "Uncle Zhao, what are you making up?"

There were several bamboos as thick as arms placed in a haphazard pattern in the yard. Zhao Dashan was using a bamboo knife to split the bamboo strips, as if he was going to weave something. Shen Xiangwan's eyes lit up. She was just worrying about how to make a box for the wine glasses. The exquisite bamboo strips seemed to be a good choice?

"Well, what else can I weave? The basket we use to collect grass for pigs at home is broken again. This morning, my third brother went to cut some bamboos, so I plan to weave a few baskets when I have nothing to do."

Waving for her to sit down, Zhao Dashan said as he broke the bamboo strips that he had three sons and two daughters. The eldest son originally helped the Wei family manage the farm affairs, and later when the farm affairs were done, they set up a pork processing workshop, and he helped out in the workshop. The second son worked in the Wei family's workshop just like his mother, and the third son stayed at home to help. During the Chinese New Year, he had just become engaged to a girl from the neighboring Yongning village, and they were going to get married at the end of the year. As for the two daughters, they were married off early, and their in-laws were very kind, and when they were free, they often came back to visit him and his wife.

“Are there many bamboos in our village?”

Shen Xiangwan found a small stool and sat down, then asked casually.

"Yeah, there are quite a lot. Almost every household has one behind their house."

In the past, during the slack season, most villagers would weave some backpacks and take them to the market or the county town to sell to supplement their family income. However, since the Wei family opened one workshop after another and every household started raising pigs in large numbers, basically no one weaves things to sell anymore.

"Really."

Nodding, Shen Xiangwan picked up a thin bamboo strip and said, "Uncle Zhao, is there any bamboo craftsman with good skills in our village?"

"Why do you ask?"

Looking up at her, Zhao Dashan continued without waiting for her response: "The bamboo strip craftsmanship of the villagers is pretty good. My third brother Dajiang is probably the best, and his sons have also inherited his good craftsmanship."

Not only the men but also the women in the village know how to weave bamboo strips. The only difference is the quality of their skills.

"I want to find someone to help me weave a batch of bamboo boxes, about this size, the style, wait a minute."

Words cannot describe it clearly. Shen Xiangwan took out some papers and a charcoal pencil from her sleeve, pulled over another stool and started drawing. Soon, a rectangular box appeared on it. Because the material used was bamboo, she also specially painted bamboo weaving patterns on the surface. The chain buckles were all made of bamboo nodes and looked very delicate.

"That's it. I've marked the lengths and heights. Uncle Zhao, do you think Third Uncle can do it?"

After finishing the drawing, Shen Xiangwan handed the drawing directly to Zhao Dashan. She did not design any patterns on the box. The only difficult part was that a big Chinese character "Wei" had to be woven on the lid of the box using bamboo strips on both sides, representing that it was a product of their Wei's Winery.

"Well, it's not a big problem. How many do you plan to make? When do you need them?" The blueprint she drew was three-dimensional, and Zhao Dashan could understand it. This kind of box basically did not require much technical content, and the size of her logo was not very big. For a skilled bamboo craftsman, it would probably take half an incense stick of time to weave one.

"Ten thousand, the sooner the better."

"What?"

How much did she say?

Zhao Dashan thought he had heard it wrong and couldn't help but pick his ears. Shen Xiangwan couldn't help but laugh: "You didn't hear it wrong, I want 10,000 of them, the speed is getting better and better, I'm in a hurry to use them."

Yuan Xiu had already said that the 20,000 wine glasses she wanted could all be made in ten days at most, so she hoped that the bamboo boxes could also be made within this time. By then, she would have to spend time making some lining to prevent the wine glasses from breaking. It would take at least half a month before they could be delivered to the shop.

"So much? What on earth do you use it for?"

"Of course it's to pack things."

"How much stuff can be packed into this little box?"

In Zhao Dashan's opinion, the bigger the things he could hold, the better. Her basket is smaller than the sewing baskets of the old ladies, so what can it hold?

"Fill the wine glasses."

Shen Xiangwan did not hide it, but did not explain it in detail. He continued to ask calmly, "Uncle Zhao, I'll give you ten cents each. Do you think you can let Uncle San take the lead and find more people to help me? I'm in a hurry."

"Ten cents each?"

Isn't this too expensive? Ten thousand is one hundred taels of silver. Zhao Dashan couldn't help but smack his lips, but soon he calmed down. After all, he was also a man who had seen money. "Okay, I'll go find the third brother and discuss it with him. How about you go back first, and I'll go to your house later to give you an answer?"

Zhao Dashan stood up as he spoke, not only because Shen Xiangwan repeatedly said that she was in urgent need of the money, but also because this was a big deal that could bring considerable income to his brothers and the villagers.

"Then I'll trouble Uncle Zhao."

Shen Xiangwan stood up and put away the paper and pen. The next second, he took out a fifty-liang silver note and handed it over: "Uncle Zhao, this is the deposit. I will pay the rest after the box is made."

"it is good."

After taking the money, Zhao Dashan walked outside with her. They exchanged a few polite words at the door before turning away.

After returning home, Shen Xiangwan said hello to Zhao Yuping and the others and went back to her room. The casualties on the battlefield brought her a lot of feelings. For example, if she encountered the situation of Zhao Pohu and Lin Zhanqi, she could find a way to get them into the space for treatment. What if she didn't encounter it? Although she had told Mu Yunran and the others how to reconnect the broken limbs, they didn't have a medical cabin like her. Even if they were reconnected, the other party could not recover exactly the same as before. So recently she was studying drugs to promote the healing of bones, blood vessels and meridians, hoping that one day in the future, even without the help of a medical cabin, the injured could recover as much as possible to the same as before the injury.

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