Chapter 1433: Chapter 1132: Collecting Shells_1 Chapter 1433: Chapter 1132: Collecting Shells_1 He cleared his throat and said, “Let’s discuss the details.”
The seashell crafts were indeed promising, but the details were nurous. Each shell was different, so the resulting products could not possibly be identical. Furthermore, so conch shapes were quite unique and could be decorated based on their forms.
This increased the difficulty.
It required the artisan to have a certain aesthetic sense, which ordinary craftsn lacked.
“In my opinion, we should first categorize the shells. Ordinary ones at one price, special ones at another. Then transport them all to the Capital City for production. How does that sound?” Qiao Xiaomai said.
“That’s fine,” Yang Ye nodded.
The mountains were high and the roads long; if they actually turned them into crafts, that would make transportation even more difficult.
Speaking of transport, Yang Ye couldn’t help but slap his forehead, “I’ll write to my father right away, asking him to repair the road from Yuhu to the Capital City first.”
He had had enough of the rough travel.
With a plan tentatively in place, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang returned to their quarters to rest.
The conditions were spartan, and without the ans to bathe, Tong Sanlang went to heat up so water to wash Qiao Xiaomai’s feet.
By the ti he ca in with the basin of hot water, Qiao Xiaomai was already sitting on the edge of her bed washing her feet: she was using water from the Spiritual Spring.
This was too extravagant.
Tong Sanlang sighed, sat down in front of the bed, and said, “Let wash them for you.”
“I’m done washing,” Qiao Xiaomai lifted her feet out of the basin.
“Then let dry them for you.”
“No need,” Qiao Xiaomai took the clean towel from the head of the bed, wiped her feet casually, and then flopped onto the bed.
“How about I give you a massage?” Tong Sanlang offered again.
“I’m not tired. I’m going to sleep now, stop talking, it’s noisy,” Qiao Xiaomai said before pulling the thin blanket over her body.
Seeing her close her eyes, Tong Sanlang spoke again, “If I kiss you, will you cry out indecency?”
“I’ll kick you,” Qiao Xiaomai responded bluntly.
Hearing this, Tong Sanlang felt a deep sense of powerlessness envelop him, fatigue, an unprecedented level of weariness, he took a long breath and sat down by the bed.
He stared blankly at the basin of water at his feet for a while before speaking, “Xiaomai, I love you.”
“Very, very much.”
“The way you treat is like a slow torture, you’re carrying out an execution on every day.”
“You are the only one in my heart, the most special and unique one. Nothing and no one can compare to you.”
“When will this tornt you put through end…”
He deeply recognized his mistake.
But when this torture might end…
He didn’t know.
Qiao Xiaomai didn’t know either.
Qiao Xiaomai heard what he said but did not respond.
She no longer believed in promises made with words; she only believed in tangible actions.
The next day, early in the morning, fishern ca dragging sacks. They would sotis pick up pretty shells to play with as toys, and now that Qiao Xiaomai wanted them, they hurriedly delivered them.
These shells were quite beautiful. Qiao Xiaomai, Yang Ye, and Tong Sanlang personally selected and priced them.
In the evening, more people arrived, this ti with ordinary shells they had collected that day.
Ordinary shells were easy to deal with. Ten coins per tael, priced by weight.
So, in the following days, the main job for Qiao Xiaomai, Tong Sanlang, and Yang Ye was to select shells and draw designs.
Qiao Xiaomai didn’t need to draw designs. After finishing her part, she would wander along the seaside with others.
Nori grew on the rocks by the sea, looking unremarkable at first glance, akin to moss on roadside stones.
After observing for several days, Qiao Xiaomai began to harvest the nori.
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