Chapter 47： pass on female not male

In the afternoon, Su Hu took a donkey cart and rushed to Furong Town to sell Tianqi. He also went to Lexing to inquire about the price of the bamboo flute.

I heard from the young man that the bamboo flute with ordinary timbres ranges from one tael to five taels of silver.

The timbre is excellent, and those that can be called treasures can be sold for hundreds of taels, or even thousands of taels, and the excited heart and lungs are beating wildly.

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After picking enough bamboo, Su Qingluo began to formally teach Li Xiu'e how to make bamboo flutes.

Li Xiu'e was skillful, and after ten days of hands-on teaching, she was able to basically master the essentials of making bamboo flutes.

The most important process, the selection and production of Dimo ​​and film glue took a little effort.

After constant repetition and experimentation by the mother and daughter, finally, after a month, Li Xiu'e was able to complete a bamboo flute by herself.

Moreover, the quality of the produced timbre is still good, no worse than the ordinary bamboo flutes sold in the market.

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"Father, go to the town tomorrow and bring the bamboo flute I made by myself to Lexing, and let them try it out. Dad must remember that you can only let them try it out, and you won't sell it for any money."

The production of the flute has come to an end, and the next step is to make a reasonable plan and discuss how to sell it.

Su Qingluo has long been concerned about selling flutes this time, taking the high-quality route, and first using the bamboo flutes she made by herself to make a name for herself in Lehang.

Then launch your own brand, and promote the flute to all states and counties through the popularity of musicians.

Gradually establish the influence of the brand in the minds of musicians, so that famous musicians are proud of owning their own flutes.

As for the name of the brand, she has already thought of it, and it is called Zhuyun, which is simple and nice.

"Okay, Dad listens to Sister Yu."

Su Hu took the bamboo flute made by his daughter, put the precious ones into a brand new long cloth bag, and carefully put them into the back basket.

"Sister Yu, what if they insist on buying it?"

Li Xiu'e asked the doubts in her heart: "Lexing is like a pharmacy. They buy musical instruments and resell them to make a difference. If they have money and don't let them make money, how can they give up?"

"It's okay, I've already thought about it."

Su Qing was confident: "They insisted on buying it, but father said that this flute is an ancestral treasure and cannot be sold. The merchant wants it, and there are flutes of the same quality at home, so let them come and get them."

"Sister Yu, what do you mean?"

Su Hu and his wife looked at each other, and they both saw puzzled confusion in each other's eyes.

"Father, do as I tell you."

Su Qingluo uttered a sweet voice and smiled very meaningfully.

"It's fine if they don't pursue it. Let's go to the county to sell it. If they really want it, they will definitely come back with you."

"When the Lexing people come, my mother will make it for them on the spot. You must pretend that it is very difficult to make."

"Father spoke from the side, saying that the process of making the bamboo flute in our family is a unique secret skill passed down from the ancestors, and it is not passed on to the male."

"It is extremely difficult to select high-quality flute materials, and the production process is very complicated. It is rare to have a bamboo flute that can be called a treasure in a year or so."

"They will believe it when they see that mother made it by themselves. Besides, father said, our family's craftsmanship has been passed on to the next generation, and it has been passed on to me."

"Don't look at me as young, but I am better than blue than blue, even better than my mother's. The two rare bamboo flutes I have at home are all made by me."

"Father and mother are in front of the visitor, just do these things, and leave the rest to me."

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"Oh, my dear, what does our sister Yu's little head look like?"

Li Xiu'e was almost dumbfounded, and patted her heart and exclaimed: "Why do you have so many thoughts!"