Reborn Craftsman

Zhang Xiaoying put 800 yuan into Liu Xing's hands, and suddenly became serious: "Your dustpans are very well made, and I can trust them, so there is an extra [-] cents on the original price, and each counts as two yuan each." , this is a very reasonable price in the surrounding area, you should know, but I have a small request."

"What request?" Liu Xing asked casually.

"From now on, all the wet dustpans woven by your family will be sold to my sister! I want as many sisters as there are, okay?" Zhang Xiaoying looked at Liu Xing.

"Okay! But the ugly words come first, too many dustpans may not be able to be made, because the raw materials are limited!" Liu Xing did not show politeness to Zhang Xiaoying, and collected the 800 yuan.

This is his first pot of gold after rebirth, so he must accept it. If it disappears for some reason, then he will cry to someone.

As for the material of the dustpan, it is a deadlock in Qingshi Village, which cannot be changed at all, so he does not intend to solve it.

Why do you say this way.

Firstly, Nanzhu suitable for weaving bamboo strips does not grow in a day or two, but takes two to three years, and some living conditions are not good, and even need five or six years.

Second, the reason why Qingshi Village is called Qingshi Village is that most of the soil is made of blue stones, which is not suitable for the growth of Nanzhu at all. Even the surrounding villages do not have much Nanzhu, but they make dustpans in large quantities. According to his estimation, there are enough materials to make hundreds of thousands of dustpans.

Once the news of his family making money by making dustpans spreads, the price of this bamboo will definitely increase, and it will be a big increase. At that time, even if it is a dustpan that costs three yuan a piece, it will not make much money.

How did Zhang Xiaoying know the inside story, but she reminded: "Liu Xing, I forgot to say that the dustpan you made for me must be woven from Nanzhu. Count how much, remember not to use other bamboos to make up the number.”

"No problem!" Liu Xing agreed with a smile.

Although he knew about Sister Zhang's little thoughts, he didn't intend to expose them.

After all, if his family wanted to survive the difficulties in the early stage, they all relied on weaving dustpans.

And Nanzhu is the key, if the key is exposed, I am afraid that the business will be lost.

"Then hurry up and bring over the dustpans you've woven!" Zhang Xiaoying checked the time: "My sister will treat you to dinner in the evening, by the way! Be sure to ask your father to come too!"

"Okay!" Liu Xing nodded, turned around and rode his bicycle away.

Sister Zhang asked her father to have dinner together. I'm afraid it's not as simple as imagined. She must have thought that her father was the master bamboo craftsman of his family. The more you can make money by using the craftsmanship of bamboo craftsmen.

"Yingzi! Do you trust this child just like that?" Zhang Xiaoyu watched Liu Xing disappear from sight, then turned to look at Zhang Xiaoying, with a hint of displeasure in her words: "I haven't even seen the 400 dustpans yet, so I just Did you give 800 yuan first?"

800 yuan was not a small amount in 93, it could have been the wages of wage earners for several months.

"Don't treat Liu Xing as a child, then you will be wrong!" Zhang Xiaoying said with a smile: "According to her sister, the thirty or so wet dustpans that our family bought before were from Liu Xing. Hand of the Star."

"Really?" Zhang Xiaoyu was a little surprised.

There are a lot of bamboo strip makers in the surrounding area, but none of them can wet bamboo strips. Otherwise, his soy bean shop would not have to worry about a good quality dustpan.

"It shouldn't be wrong. Sister Liu Xing is only four or five years old. Do you think she can deceive people?" Zhang Xiaoying looked at Zhang Xiaoyu: "And do you know? A few days ago I flew into the ditch on a motorcycle, and it was Liu Xing helped me to ride up, that confidence, that kind of riding skills, really impressed me."

"So you want to make friends with Liu Xing, the 800 yuan is just a touchstone!" Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly realized, and at the same time his face was a little ugly: "I understand, I understand, Liu Xing is so young, his family must have Master bamboo craftsman, otherwise Yingzi would not be worthy of you doing this."

A master bamboo craftsman is worth a lot to his Zhang family now.

"Smart!" Zhang Xiaoying smiled lightly.

Her family's tempeh is not only famous in the surrounding area, but also many hotels and restaurants in the city are rushing to order it. The business is so hot that it has far exceeded the speed of production.

This is due to the complicated secret recipes, but to a greater extent, the dustpan made by Nanzhu limits the output of tempeh.

She once went to the coast to find a master to make a dustpan made of wet strips to make up for the shortcomings, but the transportation and production costs were too high, and she had to give up in the end.

But now Liu Xing suddenly appeared in front of her with a wet bamboo dustpan, and the price was only two yuan each, not to mention that even the quality was good without any problems. For her, this was undoubtedly a timely help.

If you don't grasp this opportunity well, you are almost a fool.

As the Zhang family, Zhang Xiaoyu naturally knew this inside story, he sighed, and the image of Liu Xing in his mind suddenly became mysterious.

Because the bamboo craftsman seems simple, in fact, it is not so difficult to successfully make bamboo products.

Take the wet bamboo dustpan as an example!

He once wanted to recruit four or five bamboo craftsmen to open a bamboo crafts shop to achieve mass production, so as to make up for the shortage of dustpans in soy sauce shops.

But the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Dustpans made of wet bamboo are either deformed or collapsed under the high temperature exposure, which cannot meet the ideal requirements at all.

Only then did he realize that bamboo craftsmen should not be underestimated, there is a lot of knowledge in this.

No wonder many people say that every line is like a mountain, and this bamboo craftsman is probably the same. Although there are many things that look simple, they just can't pry into the secrets.

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Chapter 012 Aren't your children afraid of being beaten to death?

"My old lady quit!"

There was a crisp cracking sound, and from the main street to the east of the market, there was the sound of throwing bowls and a middle-aged woman's angry curses.

Liu Xing, who was riding his bicycle home, was almost hit by broken bowls flying out. Seeing the middle-aged woman pick up a big bowl and throw it towards the main street, he immediately stopped his bicycle and hid by the side of the road.

If he was injured by the smash, he would be unlucky at that time.

The other villagers passing by saw this scene and stopped quickly, discussing it in private.

"This Wang's factory is really real. If the wonton shop can't keep open, it will close. What kind of thing is it to argue with the mother-in-law all day long?"

"Yeah! I've seen the quarrel several times, and throwing the bowls and chopsticks outside without money, what a prodigal!"

"Hi! It's no wonder their wonton shop is doing well. Last time I took my grandson to eat a bowl, it almost killed me!"

"Shh! Don't say anything, be careful that the walls have ears!"

……

There are two wonton shops in the market, both belong to breakfast shops in Liu Xing's impression, but the business is far less good than the steamed stuffed bun shop.

Although the wonton shop in front of me has only one floor and is not painted or decorated, it occupies a large area, at least more than 100 square meters, and the location is also very good. It is probably its own store.

But looking at the lazy attire of the owner and the proprietress who run the store, Liu Xing really couldn't help but want to complain.

The sleeves are so dirty that they are black and shiny, and I can't bear to change it. How busy or lazy it is to be like this!

No wonder the business would be bad, otherwise he would not go to this store to eat wontons.

"Huh? The storefront is for rent, and the price is negotiable!" Liu Xing's eyes lit up when he saw the newly posted notice at the gate of the wonton shop.

Under normal circumstances, the rent of a store that cannot continue to open in the rural market will be cheaper. It is a bit surprising that he was bumped into it today.

But he just doesn't know how much the monthly rent is. If it's too much, he can't afford it.