Reborn Craftsman

Liu Xing handed out the last handmade grasshopper: "I'm sorry, I can't make handmade grasshoppers because I don't have the materials. Let's join the next time we go to the market!"

"Isn't it?"

"I waited until my feet became numb, big brother, did you just tell me this?"

The children were extremely reluctant, and after complaining, they all dispersed.

Liu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he realize the matter of collecting money.

Seeing the bulging jacket pockets, he quickly took them out and counted them all.

This number surprised him.

In just one hour, the handmade grasshopper he made sold for 22 yuan and eighty-six.

In other words, in the hour just now, more than 100 handmade grasshoppers were produced continuously.

This is a bit difficult to do before rebirth!

"Baby, you're really good!" The villager who was shopping nearby looked at the stack of ten-cent bills in Liu Xing's hand and couldn't help saying enviously.

"Haha... so-so, so-so!" Liu Xing replied modestly.

Seeing Xiao Huasheng drooling while watching passers-by eating buns, he immediately picked them up and walked to the bun shop beside him.

Now I am making money, but the dustpan cannot be sold for the time being, so it is better to satisfy my sister's wish first.

The price of the meat buns was the same as Liu Xing thought, [-] cents each, and the steaming aroma was tangy.

Liu Xing bought ten of them in one go. Seeing that the freshly steamed ones were very hot, he didn't bring them to his sister for the first time, but went back to the temporary booth.

"How do you sell your dustpan?" A young woman carrying a red plastic bag appeared in front of Liu Xing's booth, with a faint smile on Guazi's face.

"One piece, five pieces!" Liu Xing replied.

"Can you deliver the goods to me? It's not far ahead, I want all your dustpans!" The young woman put down the red plastic bag on her shoulders, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand.

"Okay!" Liu Xing nodded.

The young woman's frankness was beyond his expectation. Sending thirty dustpans over was nothing at all, and he could tell that the young woman seemed very busy, otherwise she would definitely bargain for so many dustpans.

"Then I'll give you the money first!" The young woman took out her wallet and handed a fifty to Liu Xing.

In 1993, it was rare to see a large denomination of 50 yuan. Liu Xing didn't pay attention to it so much. After a casual glance, he put it away, and then gave the young woman five yuan.

"Don't you just look at the authenticity?" The young woman reminded in surprise. After all, the dustpan seller in front of her is a teenage child. If something goes wrong, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for the upper body.

"You suspect that I don't know the fifty denomination money?" Liu Xing shook his head and smiled: "Don't worry, I have experience."

"It's good to have experience!" The young woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Xing handed the ten buns in his hand to his younger sister: "Take it, and eat it when it gets colder."

"Well, is it all for me to eat? Brother!" Little Peanut asked happily.

"Eat when you finish eating, and take it back to Liu Hang if you can't finish." Liu Xing shook his head and replied, seeing the young woman watching with a smile, he put all thirty dustpans on the bicycle, tied them up , picked up his sister and followed behind the young woman.

He didn't realize that the two vendors who wanted to buy his dustpan before, and the fat middle-aged woman, saw that all the dustpans had been bought by the young woman, and they all had dark faces and were speechless.

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Chapter 006 Do You Bring Money?

On the way of delivery.

The young woman asked Liu Xing: "Your dustpan was made by the adults at home, right?"

"No! My brother made it up." Little Peanut, who was following Liu Xing, raised her head and answered first. Her big eyes were full of pride, as if Liu Xing was able to be so powerful because of her sister. .

"Really?" The young woman looked at Liu Xing in surprise.

Such a good craft at such a young age?

"Can't you?" Liu Xing smiled.

"Yes, yes! Then there should be a master bamboo craftsman in your family!" The young woman followed suit with a smile, and a pair of sweet dimples appeared on Guazi's face.

Liu Xing didn't answer these words, but smiled and gave an ambiguous answer.

After all, he is only 14 years old now. If he is said to be the master bamboo craftsman, it would be a bit pretentious.

"My shop is here, just put the dustpan on the ground!" The young woman brought Liu Xing to a tempeh-making stall, then stopped and put the red plastic bag on her shoulder on the ground.

"Okay!" Liu Xing hurriedly followed suit. Only then did he realize that the fermented bean business in the young woman's house is very good, and it has also formed a certain scale. There are six facades in a row behind the fermented bean stand, all of which are used to store fermented bean. of.

Of course, most of them are semi-finished products, placed on a wooden frame with a dustpan, and more than a dozen are stacked together.

"Brother, it smells so good!" Little Peanut could not help pulling Liu Xing's arm when he smelled the aroma of tempeh.

"It's very fragrant!" Liu Xing also had to admit.

For him, it is difficult to think about business with such a fragrant tempeh.

And based on his memory from rebirth, there should be a secret recipe for making such a fragrant tempeh, otherwise it would never have such a fragrance.

It's just that he can't remember the content of this secret recipe, otherwise he can make it.

But having said that, now he finally knows why the dustpan is so popular. It must be the handiwork of this young woman, who bought it to make fermented soybeans in large quantities.

Seeing that the purpose of delivering the goods has been achieved, the young woman was about to push the bicycle out of the way, but the young woman stopped him: "Will your family come to sell dustpans at the next market?"

"I don't know about this!" Liu Xing thought for a while and replied.

"If you can come, I want all the dustpans!" The young woman handed Liu Xing ten yuan: "This is a deposit."

"Ah?" Liu Xing was a little dumbfounded.

"Your dustpan is very good, I like it!" The young woman explained.

"That's it!" Liu Xing scratched his head: "I don't know how many you want?"

"We still need about a thousand this year. I want as many as you have!" The young woman replied.

"A thousand?"

"How much do I need for my family?"

Liu Xing was frightened.