Reborn Craftsman

There is only one day left before the market on the eighth.

Liu Xing's house was full of dustpans, the number reached as many as [-].

Liu Dageng was afraid that he would not be able to sell it, so he stopped weaving: "Liu Xing, do you think the proprietress of the soy bean shop is lying to you, since she wants you to give it to him if you have a dustpan, why do you have to go to the market to give it to him?"

"Because in her eyes, it is estimated that we make dustpans to fill the household, not the main business!" Liu Xing patiently explained: "But Dad, you are right, why don't I go to her to ask after dinner. ?”

"Okay!" Liu Dageng nodded in agreement.

If he didn't ask clearly about this matter, he would feel panicked in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Liu Xing, but that many villagers in the village are paying attention to the movement of their house. When they see that they are weaving dustpans, they all suspect that they are watching a joke.

After all, the dustpan is not a technical job at all. If a person wants to learn it, it will take a few days.

If it is possible to make money in mass production, then the price of Nanzhu in Qingshi Village may increase.

After two o'clock in the afternoon.

After eating, Liu Xing rode his bicycle to Zhang Xiaoying's tempeh shop.

To his surprise, even if it was not a market day, the business of Zhang Xiaoying's soya bean shop was still booming.

He even saw a minivan with a foreign license plate parked next to it, waiting for the fermented soybeans to be loaded.

"Is this fermented soy bean so popular?" Liu Xing really couldn't believe it. Taking advantage of the absence of Zhang Xiaoying, the proprietress of the fermented bean shop, he grabbed the fermented bean in one of the dustpans beside him and began to search.

The first feeling is that this tempeh is very fragrant.

This kind of aroma is very special, and it cannot be imitated by other tempeh workshops around.

But Liu Xing's keen sense of smell told him that this scent was very familiar to him, and the scent of Nanzhu was mixed in it.

If it wasn't for the bamboo craftsman's birth, he would never have smelled it.

"That's right! There's also the smell of rosin!" Liu Xing smelled a familiar scent again. The rosin was mixed with the faint scent of Nanzhu, which was almost inaudible. This is the source of the special scent of tempeh in this soy shop.

"I finally remembered, what is the secret recipe of this fermented soya bean!" Liu Xing put the fermented soya bean in his hand into the dustpan, with a confident smile on his face.

Sister Zhang’s fermented soybeans are made with common ingredients, such as the main ingredients of mud beans, soybeans, and cooking wine for fermentation. They are all common, but she knows how to ingeniously integrate the fragrance of bamboo and rosin into the taste. Tempeh to go.

This is not easy. In 19, the secret recipe for making tempeh was cracked, and few people can do it.

The fragrance of Nanzhu comes from the dustpan.

Especially the dustpan made of wet bamboo can thoroughly integrate the fragrance of Nanzhu into the fermented soybeans more quickly and thoroughly, which is one of the reasons why Sister Zhang favors his dustpan made of wet bamboo.

Once the fragrance of bamboo is integrated into the fermented soybeans, the value will increase hundreds of times. This is what a craftsman who made fermented soybeans told Liu Xing himself decades later.

As for the scent of rosin, anyone can do it.

After all, the wooden shelves that rely on the dustpan are all made of pine trees.

The pine tree itself has the taste of rosin, and after special high-temperature treatment, it is easy to blend into the tempeh.

But Liu Xing didn't know the inside story about this high temperature treatment.

If he knew, he would be able to make exactly the same tempeh right now.

It can also be as hot as Sister Zhang's tempeh shop.

"Huh?" Liu Xing, who was in his thoughts, was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

He looked back and saw that it was Zhang Xiaoying, he couldn't help laughing for a moment: "Sister Zhang, your business is too hot, isn't it?"

"It's okay!" Zhang Xiaoying, with her sleeves rolled up, casually glanced around, Guazi's face was covered with sweat: "Why are you here today, isn't it tomorrow to go to the market?"

"I know it's tomorrow, but I told my dad that you need a lot of dustpans. He made more than 400 of them in one go. This one-time bicycle can't be shipped! So the old man sent me to ask, Ask if the dustpan can be delivered today, so as not to have to match up with the market tomorrow!" Liu Xing did not hide, and expressed his future intentions openly.

After all, he knew the secret recipe for making tempeh, and knew that Zhang Xiaoying was in urgent need of a dustpan made of Nanzhu, especially his dustpan made of wet bamboo.

Sure enough, when Zhang Xiaoying heard that Liu Xing’s dustpans had reached more than 400 in a few days, the sweet dimples appeared on the happy Guazi’s face: “Great, I still had a headache about the dustpans yesterday, You told me the good news today, you are really my lucky star."

"Wait! I'll get you the money right now, and when you get back, ask your dad to bring all the dustpans over!" Zhang Xiaoying said, turned around and ran towards the nearby shop.

Chapter 011

This impatient...

Liu Xing really wanted to stop Zhang Xiaoying, but seeing Zhang Xiaoying's happy face, he didn't speak again. After all, he was sending money to him. If he stopped him, he would be too sorry for himself.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoying came out with a stack of banknotes, but she suddenly limped for some reason, and behind her was a tall young man who looked very similar.

The tall young man had red lotion on his arms and on his face. It was obvious that he was injured, otherwise it wouldn't have happened.

Liu Xing looked at Zhang Xiaoying suspiciously: "Sister, what happened to your feet?"

"Don't mention it, I fell!" Zhang Xiaoying gritted her teeth.

"Did you fall? Did you fall while riding a motorcycle?" Liu Xing immediately thought of the reason.

"Hmm!" Zhang Xiaoying admitted with a wry smile.

Liu Xing couldn't help but also laughed: "Sister, riding a motorcycle is for practice, not for riding a bicycle. It looks like you fell well. I have seen the worst one. He even broke his kneecap. A permanent disability."

"Really?" The tall young man beside Zhang Xiaoying cried out.

"Am I like a braggart?" Liu Xing spread his hands.

"Like!" Zhang Xiaoying raised her eyebrows with a smile in her eyes.

"Pull it down!" Liu Xing pouted.

The things he said were things he saw with his own eyes. If he was bragging, he couldn't say it so naturally.

"Chi Chi... I'm not joking with you anymore!" Zhang Xiaoying saw that there were many people waiting for her to deliver the goods at the door of the store, so she handed Liu Xing a stack of banknotes in her hand: "Here is 800 yuan, which is four hundred yuan. For the money of a dustpan, if your family is capable of producing 1 a month, I will take it."

"Really?" This time it was Liu Xing's turn to be surprised: "Only your row of shops can hold 1 dustpans?"

"This is just a branch of my family!" The tall young man on the side said: "In Banqiao Town, my family also has a large private workshop! It specializes in bulk processing of beans that have not been dried. Of course, what my sister said before 1 dustpans is just a metaphor."

"You are?" Liu Xing looked up and down the tall young man who was talking.

"My brother Zhang Xiaoyu!" Zhang Xiaoying introduced with a smile.

"Nice to meet you!" The tall young man nodded slightly.

"Me too!" Liu Xing suddenly realized.

No wonder they look so similar, the original reason is here.