Reborn Craftsman

"That's impossible!" Zhang Xiaoyu kicked Zhong Kun: "He still has important things to do!"

"Yeah! I haven't paid you any money yet!" Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu didn't touch his stupid son Zhong Jun, Zhong Kun was grateful, and quickly took out a stack of banknotes and placed it in front of Xiaohu.

Depending on the number of banknotes, there should be two or three thousand.

For the Xiaohu family, this is a huge sum of money.

Liu Xing was very satisfied with this handwriting. Seeing that Xiaohu refused to accept it, he immediately picked it up and put it in Ahu's hand: "This is the money you both deserve, please accept it! There are many places to use the money after marriage! "

"Yes, take it, I won't dare to get up if you don't take it!" Zhong Kun glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu fearfully, his mournful face was uglier than a dead fish.

"This..." Ah Hu hesitated for a long time before looking at Village Chief Wang: "Grandpa, you have a suggestion, what should I do now?"

"Accept it! This is not only Zhong Kun's wish, but also Xiao Liu's wish!" Village Chief Wang replied with a pun.

If he didn't accept it, Zhong Kun would definitely think that Ah Hu and Xiaohu were afraid of him.

"Okay!" Ah Hu carefully put away the money, seeing that the little fox was a little unhappy, he dragged himself into the bamboo building to enlighten him.

"Go away too!" Zhang Xiaoyu kicked Zhong Kun impatiently.

"Hey! Hey!" Zhong Kun hurriedly got up when he heard this, he didn't even want his stupid son Zhong Jun, and ran away.

"Father..." Seeing this, Zhong Jun cried and chased after him.

Watching the father and son leave, Liu Xing couldn't help shaking his head with a faint smile.

Zhang Xiaoyu said: "Liu Xing, do you know? In fact, Zhong Jun asked his son to marry Xiaohu, and there is another ulterior purpose in it."

"What purpose?" Liu Xing was curious.

Village head Wang on the side also pricked up his ears.

Zhang Xiaoyu said: "Actually, it was Zhong Kun who wanted to marry Xiaohu, because he was afraid that the world would gossip, so these strange things happened later."

That is to say, Zhong Kun wants to be a 'father-in-law'.

"Ah? How do you know?" Liu Xing asked with his hands spread out.

This Zhong Kun is really fucking inhuman!There is such a dirty mind in it.

"Boss Ma's family said it! You can't be wrong." Zhang Xiaobei walked over with the medicine box on his back, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.

Boss Ma's funeral was handled with the help of the Zhang family. Zhang Xiaobei naturally knew the inside story, and there were some unknown inside stories that only the Zhang family knew and could not tell.

"Why are you here today?"

Liu Xing looked at Zhang Xiaobei suspiciously.

According to Sister Zhang, Zhang Xiaobei is a nerd and not sociable. He is not very popular in the Zhang family. If it is not because he is a doctor by profession, few people are willing to deal with him.

But today, for the first time ever, he came to Dongyu Village diligently, I'm afraid it will not be so simple.

"Give Agou a second look!" Zhang Xiaobei smiled mysteriously, and walked into the bamboo building with the medicine box.

"Ghost letter!" Liu Xing rolled his eyes. There must be another purpose behind this.

But he didn't want to find out, because he had come to Banqiao Town to take care of enough nosy things, if he dragged on, he might not even be able to go home.

Seeing that Wang Afu and several apprentices were adding bamboo furniture to the bamboo building, after talking to Zhang Xiaoyu, he walked over to help.

Liu Xing actually knew that Zhang Xiaoyu and Zhang Xiaobei were here this time, probably to take him back to the farm house, but it was hard to say it in front of Village Chief Wang.

But he can't go back now, because the bamboo building of Dongyu village committee hasn't been repaired yet!

At least he has to design a restoration plan for Village Chief Wang.

If the things promised to Village Chief Wang are not completed, I always feel very uncomfortable in my heart.

There are many types of bamboo furniture in the countryside, such as bamboo beds, bamboo chairs, bamboo wardrobes, etc., etc. In a word, basically any furniture that can be made of wood can be made of bamboo.

But Wang Afu can only make simple bamboo chairs. As for other bamboo furniture, he doesn't know anything at all. Liu Xing looked at it and shook his head. After looking around, he said, "Why are there so few people today?"

Don't underestimate bamboo furniture, the production process is very complicated. If there is not enough manpower, it may take several days to complete the bamboo furniture of Ah Hu's family. He wanted to help make it but there is no manpower, so he asked this question.

Wang Afu wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied: "There is no way to do this, because most of them went home to cut rice while the weather was fine, otherwise Wang Jiabao and I would have gone to Daoyu Village to build a bamboo house Already!"

"So it's like this!" Liu Xing suddenly realized.

It's the end of July now, and it's the season of harvesting late rice in the countryside. Although it's not as busy as the 'double rush', it is the most important thing for farmers in a year.

The so-called food is the most important thing for the people, and harvesting rice is related to a year's livelihood, so naturally we cannot slack off. As for the construction of bamboo buildings, it doesn't matter if it is delayed for a few days.

In other words, it doesn't matter that it's the villagers who Ahu's family can't ask for help now, it's probably the same in several other surrounding villages.

Chapter 160 Bamboo art master?

Thinking of this, Ye Tian shook his head, and he said to Wang Afu: "Don't throw your chair upside down, Ahu and Xiaohu are married, if you don't even have a decent bed, then if outsiders see it, wouldn't it be throwing you in Dongyu Village?" s face?"

"But I don't know how to make it?" Wang Afu replied with a smile on his face.

A few of his apprentices were also very embarrassed. Although they were all bamboo craftsmen, if they could make all kinds of bamboo products, they would not be so poor.

"You go outside to bring the bamboo in, I said the size, you make it!" Liu Xing looked at the time and made a decision immediately.

"Hey! Hey!" Wang Afu ran out excitedly when he heard the words. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that Liu Xing wanted to teach him how to make a bamboo bed. This was a good opportunity to learn, so naturally he would not let it go.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would hide this skill so tightly that they would never teach it to anyone until they died.

After all, craftsmen all believe in a wise saying, that is to teach the apprentice and starve the master to death.

Before you completely break away from relying on crafts to make a living, you must keep one hand.

However, Liu Xing didn't have such an idea. He picked up the tape measure and started to measure the size of the house to prepare for making the bamboo bed.

This is called adapting measures to local conditions, and it is a basic operation necessary for a craftsman.

A moment later, Wang Afu brought in a dozen or so bamboos with a few apprentices.

Liu Xing glanced at it and said, "These quantities are not enough, so I'll carry another twenty. As for the broken bamboo strips, Mr. Wang, the width of the bamboo strips is about one finger wide, and the length is 1.9 meters, accurate to the millimeter."

Old Wang is Liu Xing's respectful name for Wang Afu. When he heard the words accurate to millimeters, he suddenly looked sad and didn't know what to do for a while.

Seeing that the apprentices around him were still standing still, they immediately cursed: "Why are you idiots standing still, go to the village committee to carry the bamboos at the grain drying field! Didn't you hear what Master Liu said?"

"Know!"

"Haha... let's go!"

"The master is actually angry, which is rare!"