Reborn Craftsman

"Oh..." Liu Xing suddenly realized and laughed.

Indeed, the dustpans made by bamboo craftsmen are divided into large, medium and small, and they are very particular about their round and oval shapes.

This Wang Xiaohe made a dustpan and gave it to Sister Zhang regardless of indiscriminateness.

"Huh? Even so, half of Wang Xiaohe's dustpans should have been sold in the market? Why doesn't it look like it sold at all?" Liu Xing looked at his father suspiciously.

"Haha... I know this!" Uncle Liu Huaqing couldn't help but said, "For some reason, most of the dustpans made by Wang Xiaohe's family have collapsed, and the appearance in my hand is so ugly. I leaned over and took a look, and almost killed me laughing."

"So that's the case!" Liu Xing sighed and shook his head.

For the dustpan made of wet bamboo, if the technique of breaking the bamboo is not well mastered, the collapse of the bamboo is still a trivial matter, and it will be a headache if it cannot be sold in a few days and becomes deformed.

Poor Wang Xiaohe probably didn't think of this at all, so he snapped up Nanzhu in Qingshi Village!

Now the feeling of retribution is just beginning, just wait!

He is uncomfortable!

……

Zhang Xiaoying's soy sauce shop.

Although almost all the people who went to the market had left, the business was still booming.

At this time, she was counting the amount of steamed soybean meal in the dustpan, when she saw Liu Xing and her father coming, she hurried up to greet her: "Are you all finished?"

"En!" Liu Xing nodded.

"Hehe, this kid is busy!" Liu Dageng said haha, and pulled Liu Huaqing to the side to chat. I don't know why, since the last time he pretended to be a master bamboo craftsman at Mingchen Restaurant, when he saw Zhang Xiaoying A little scared.

After watching them leave, Zhang Xiaoying said: "Liu Xing, you are not kind!"

"How do you say that?" Liu Xing was confused.

"Is there a man named Wang Xiaohe in your village!" Zhang Xiaoying explained the reason.

"Yes!" Liu Xing did not deny it.

"It's absolutely true that you are not kind. Wang Xiaohe said that you introduced him to sell the dustpan. I was so happy at the time, but when I saw the quality of the dustpan, I almost turned my mouth off!" Zhang Xiaoying said angrily. He stared at Liu Xing.

"This Wang Xiaohe is really shameless! I didn't introduce him to you to sell dustpans." Liu Xing shook his head helplessly, and he told the inside story that all the bamboos in Qingshi Village were cut off by Wang Xiaohe.

After Zhang Xiaoying understood, she took two steps back in surprise: "My mother, according to this, we were all almost cheated by Wang Xiaohe?"

"You almost, I've been tricked, and now Nanzhu can't be bought in Qingshi Village, so I can't weave a dustpan at all!" Liu Xing leaned on the big tree beside him: "Sister, tell me, How many more dustpans are needed, so that my father can buy bamboo at the market and start working."

"According to my current business, I really need as much as I have, but I don't know how long the golden bean steamer will last. Let's talk about the matter of the steamer." Zhang Xiaoying thought for a while, and finally gave the answer.

"Alright then!" Liu Xing nodded slowly, remembering it in his heart.

Five thousand dustpans, that is 1 yuan, which is enough for him to build a new red brick house.

And she also believed that Sister Zhang's bold personality would never contradict what she said.

"By the way, did my brother look for you today?" Zhang Xiaoying asked suddenly.

"No!" Liu Xing shook his head.

"This guy must have gone to that place to play secretly again. I told him to give you the lone copy of the golden bean steamer and the tools of the bamboo craftsman!" Zhang Xiaoying stomped anxiously, turned around and ran away.

Chapter 027 Small food stalls are not simple

Liu Xing wanted to catch up, but in the end he didn't.

Because he knew that if someone like Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to go out to play, Sister Zhang would never find him in a short time, so he took his parents to dinner first.

"What's wrong with Mrs. Zhang?" Liu Dageng asked nervously when he saw Zhang Xiaoying ran away, thinking that Liu Xing's conversation with him had broken down.

"It's okay, she went to find her naughty brother!" Liu Xing smiled teasingly: "We don't care about her, let's go to dinner first."

"Did the proprietress tell me the number of dustpans needed next, the determined number?" Liu Dageng asked.

"Five thousand tentatively!" Liu Xing replied.

"That's good!" Liu Dageng was very satisfied with this answer, and he could let go and go to work.

Even Liu Huaqing on the side was very excited. Five thousand dustpans cost 1 yuan each, which is [-] yuan.

And he works here every day, at least for a month!I get a little excited just thinking about it.

Liu Xing couldn't help shaking his head watching this scene, is this enough?When his rice noodle shop opens, it is expected to earn hundreds of dollars a day. Doesn't that scare them to death?

……

Back at the Wonton shop, Liu Xing pushed the motorcycle inside again, and brought his family and fourth uncle to a small food stall for dinner.

As soon as she sat down, she was interrogated by her mother Zhu Meiling: "Why does that wonton shop look like you rented it out, so you can come and go without any hindrance!"

"I didn't rent it from you, Mom! I know the answer!" Without waiting for Liu Xing to explain, Liu Hang raised his right hand first: "It's a friend of the wife of the tempeh shop owner. Now I have something to ask my brother to take care of it. Every day There is money!"

"Really?" Zhu Meiling couldn't believe it.

"Of course it's true." With the cover of his younger brother, Liu Xing spread his hands calmly: "If you don't believe me, I'll take you to Sister Zhang and ask, and I'll take care of this wonton shop, five yuan Money for a day!"

"There's no need to find Sister Zhang, I still don't believe in my son!" Zhu Meiling stopped doubting anything when she heard about the five yuan a day's babysitting fee.

Liu Dageng shook his head watching this scene, and he handed the menu to Liu Xing: "You have made a lot of money today, you order, don't pick it up! At least order a piece of braised pork, and a piece of twice-cooked pork for us to solve. Quenching!"

"Understood, Dad!" Liu Xing shook his head helplessly.

Just as he was about to take the menu, his mother Zhu Meiling snatched it away.

Without waiting for his father Liu Dageng to agree, he ordered the dishes without authorization. Among them, there was no braised pork because it was very expensive, but there were none of the dozen or so dishes that small food stalls specialize in, such as twice-cooked pork, boiled fish, stir-fried diced chicken, etc. few.

And I ordered a bottle of Shaofeng Daqu for two yuan.

Liu Dageng was originally very reluctant for his wife to be in the limelight, after all, his younger brother was present, but when he saw the menu after ordering, he immediately smiled cheerfully.

The fourth uncle, Liu Huaqing, was also very happy. Everyone said that his sister-in-law was very picky. Normally, guests would not even be willing to serve a bowl of meat dishes. From today's point of view, this is purely a rumor!

Of course, he also knew that all this was because Liu Xing made money, otherwise he would not be willing to do so.

After the family chatted for a while, the meal was served on the table.

Don't underestimate this small food stall.

But the craftsmanship of cooking is nothing to say.

The boiled fish is served in a large porcelain bowl, as big as a stainless steel plate. The tumbling soup is white, and the pungent aroma wafts out from time to time. You can tell it is authentic when you smell it.