The carpenter looked at the cards drawn on the ground, and then looked at Xu Mo who was even more excited when he drew the chair, and felt a little complicated.
This thing...looks like a leaf game.
It's just... the leaf game is a gambling tool, and its face is very straightforward. Wenqian, Suozi, Wanguan, and Shiwanguan are its card flowers.
In comparison, this thing is more elegant.
There are also flower cards such as Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum. After the forty-four cards were drawn,
Xu Mo started to speak.
"This thing is called Mahjong. Except for the last eight flower cards, the other cards are four, a total of 144 cards. It is best to make it with bamboo."
"Make a set of this thing for me."
"Let's calculate the price together."
The carpenter took another deep breath and said softly: "The old man is willing not to charge you, but... I have a request."
Xu Mo raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to make a chair yourself and then sell it?"
The carpenter nodded repeatedly.
This made Xu Mo feel a little emotional. The people of the Tang Dynasty were really simple. If it were in the future, not only would they not ask or request like this, but they would not only copy it, but also dare to use the banner of "originality".
Chairs are a superior substitute for couches and stools.
After it appeared, things like couches had no room to survive.
And this thing is easy to make, and there is no technical threshold.
If someone is determined to pirate, there is no way to protect his intellectual property rights in the Tang Dynasty.
"How about this, I'll take 10% of the profits from the chairs you sell in the first three years." Xu Mo thought about it for a while and decided.
How much money can you make from selling chairs?
And to set up a furniture factory, you have to hire a lot of employees, build a venue, and expand the market... It's a headache just thinking about it.
It's troublesome.
I want to enjoy life, not to engage in industry.
Besides, I have a system supermarket in my hands, so I don't like these trivial things.
But...
I don't like it.
But if I really let others take it away for free, I will inevitably appear to be bullied.
The carpenter happily agreed: "In the future, if you come to me to make furniture, I will only charge the price of a piece of wood."
It's not that he is stingy.
In fact, this young man looks very important. If he really asks me to make furniture in the future, it will definitely not be ordinary wood.
And that kind of expensive wood... he can't afford it.
"When will it be done?" Xu Mo asked.
The carpenter thought for a while: "It will be done in about two to three days."
Two or three days...
Xu Mo frowned slightly.
The carpenter keenly caught this change in expression, and hurriedly spoke, and then said: "If you hurry up, the chairs and tables can be made tonight."
Xu Mo waved his hand.
The carpenter was in a dilemma. No matter how fast he could make it, he could only make it this fast. No matter how good his skills were, he couldn't make all the chairs and tables before curfew.
"Don't worry about the chairs and tables. Can the mahjong be made before noon tomorrow?" Xu Mo asked.
The carpenter was stunned and nodded stupidly: "Yes..."
Although there are many cards, a total of 144, it is not difficult to make. He and his apprentice can finish it tonight by spending some lamp oil.
"That's fine. When it's done, send it to my shop, which is over there, the newly opened Datang Supermarket." Xu Mo pointed in a direction.
The carpenter nodded again.
After Xu Mo finished speaking, he turned and left.
Of course he was not going back to his own supermarket. Doesn't he look like a diligent person? The system has not issued an alarm so far, which means Cheng Yaojin is doing a good job of managing the store.
He doesn't have to pay for mahjong, tables and chairs, so he can save money.
Shouldn't he go shopping?
After a round of shopping, Xu Mo really found some good stuff - Shanlihong, which is hawthorn. The price is not low, eight cents a bucket.
There were three buckets in total, and Xu Mo bought them all.
He likes sweet and sour fruits the most, and... it can also be boiled into hawthorn juice, which is a good drink.
He also bought some honey.
He staggered back.
Cheng Yaojin squatted at the door. Seeing Xu Mo coming back, he had some resentment on his face: "The shopkeeper really never came back. I thought you didn't want this shop anymore."
Xu Mo waved his hand, took out a mountain red from the basket and handed it to him: "Thank you for your hard work. I went to do some important things and wasted some time."
"Important things, is it to buy mountain fruits?" Cheng Yaojin was still full of resentment. Although he said so, his hands were very honest. He took the fruit, rubbed it on his clothes, and started to eat it.
Xu Mo waved his hand: "No, I also went to the carpenter's shop and made some things."
Cheng Yaojin curled his lips: "You live a leisurely life."
"Enjoy life." Xu Mo walked into the house, "How is business this afternoon?"
Cheng Yaojin paused and raised his eyebrows: "You really treat me as a doctor."
The doctor he mentioned did not refer to the officials in the court who were in charge of classics and professors, but to the guys in these shops, such as the tea doctor and the wine doctor.
"You? You are at best a primary school dropout." Xu Mo glanced back at him and said this.
"What, what?" Cheng Yaojin didn't quite understand.
What primary school, what dropout.
He was about to ask more, when the parrot opened its mouth and spit out a mountain red fruit core, hitting Cheng Yaojin's forehead accurately.
"You bastard!" Cheng Yaojin glared.
He was actually bullied by a parrot.
The parrot was no longer afraid of Cheng Yaojin, nor did it get angry. It stood obediently on Xu Mo's shoulder, making a sound that sounded like laughter and mockery.
Cheng Yaojin gritted his teeth and said, "You green-haired chicken."
The parrot was not intimidated: "Ugly monkey, ugly monkey!"
They cursed each other, one by one, and one parrot.
Although Cheng Yaojin was experienced and lived a long life, the most important thing was that he had only cursed people, not parrots, which led to his failure to curse a parrot.
He was so angry that his face and neck became redder and redder.
"Okay, there's no need to quarrel with a parrot." Xu Mo picked up a mountain red and stuffed it into the parrot's mouth, and picked up a few bags of spicy strips from the counter, "Come, I'll treat you to food."
As he said that, he threw a bag of spicy strips.
By the way, he threw the remaining two bags of spicy strips in his hand towards Li Jing and Yuchi Jingde.
Then he walked to Xiren who was standing obediently behind the counter and put the basket on the counter: "Wash some mountain reds, you don't have to wash them all."
"About half a bucket will do."
"We have something delicious tonight, make some sour ones to whet your appetite."
Xiren agreed obediently.
Cheng Yaojin unpacked the spicy strips and was about to eat them, but suddenly he felt that the spicy strips in his hand... were a little less fragrant.
A bag of spicy strips for three cents, in exchange for a cow or a sheep.
I didn't feel that way when I said it at noon.
Now I feel...
a little bit at a loss.