Reborn Craftsman

"Return the car to you. If you want to avoid accidents on the road next time, I suggest you take the motorcycle driver's license test to improve your driving skills!" Liu Xing got off the motorcycle with a smile.

In 1993, there were very few villagers who were aware of motorcycle driving licenses, and some even didn’t know that motorcycles required a driving license. This bicycle does not need a driver's license, and motorcycles naturally do not.

The young woman obviously didn't know the inside story. She said in surprise: "My brother didn't say that motorcycles need a driver's license! It seems that you have to ask carefully when you go back."

"The result won't change even if you ask!" Liu Xing picked up the little peanut and put it on the back rack of the bicycle: "By the way, are you okay? If it's okay, then I'll leave first."

"I'm fine!" The young woman sneered: "By the way, Liu Xing! Thank you for your help today! Another day you go to the market to bring the dustpan to my sister, and my sister treats you to dinner."

"There's no need to eat, but how do you know my name?" Liu Xing scratched his head in doubt.

"A villager told me!" The young woman smiled: "Remember, my name is Zhang Xiaoying. If you need any help in the future, just ask."

"Okay!" Liu Xing's heart warmed when he said such bold words. After waving his hand, he rode away on his bicycle.

Zhang Xiaoying watched Liu Xing's figure disappear from her sight, and then rode the motorcycle towards the market. For some reason, she became nervous again when she saw the downhill road ahead. The motorcycle moved laterally.

"Oh my god!" Zhang Xiaoying was frightened.

Only then did she feel that this motorcycle was very easy to control.

It's just how did that kid Liu Xing manage to come up the canal before?

Zhang Xiaoying couldn't figure it out, and finally came to the conclusion that this child is not simple, and he must ask carefully when he invites him to dinner next time.

……

When I got home, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as Liu Xing stopped his bicycle, Liu Hang ran out from the opposite room: "Brother, how much did the dustpan sell for today?"

"Less than 50 yuan!" Liu Xing replied with a smile.

"Really?" Liu Hang's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Of course it's true!" Little Peanut raised the six unfinished meat buns in his hand: "Brother also bought me some meat buns, they are delicious."

"Are these for me?" Liu Hang was ecstatic.

"No." Little Peanut ran away with his short legs while protecting the meat bun.

"Stop!" Liu Hang hurriedly chased him out.

Liu Xing looked at it and shook his head: "Sister, give brother two, or I won't take you to the market next time."

"Got it!" Little Peanut replied reluctantly from outside.

Liu Xing knew that Peanut would not tell lies, so he smiled and loosened the meat bag on the rear rack of the bicycle.

Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, his father Liu Dageng opened the door and walked in: "Liu Xing, did you really sell your dustpan for 50 yuan today?"

"En!" Liu Xing nodded.

Seeing that my father was very surprised and somewhat disbelieving, he immediately threw out a bait: "A proprietress who sells tempeh also ordered a thousand dustpans from me, saying that as long as they were compiled, they could all be sent to her. One five."

"So much?" Liu Dagen was calculating in his heart, and his excited words were a bit uncomfortable: "Then you agree, if you agree, our family will get rich."

"You can get rich with just a little money?" Liu Xing pursed his lips: "Dad, your requirements are really low."

"Hahaha..." Liu Dageng didn't care about the sarcasm in Liu Xing's words, and ran to the kitchen with a smile to discuss with his wife Zhu Meiling.

In the countryside in 1993, feeding pigs and doing odd jobs for a year may not necessarily earn 1000 yuan, but the dustpan woven by Liu Xing was able to do so, which was a big surprise to Liu Dageng.

Although Liu Xing knew the inside story, he didn't take it seriously. Seeing the smell of rice coming from the kitchen, he immediately walked into the kitchen with bags containing pork belly, pork ribs, and ribs.

In the kitchen, father Liu Dageng and mother Zhu Meiling were talking about the dustpan. When they saw Liu Xing walking in with a bag, they quickly surrounded them.

"How many catties of meat did you buy today?" Father Liu Dagen asked cheerfully.

"Two catties of pork belly, two catties of pork ribs, and one yuan of pork ribs!" Liu Xing took them all out and put them on the stove.

Mother Zhu Meiling's face changed when she saw the tube bone: "Liu Xing, why do you spend one yuan on pig bones? Don't you know about our family's situation?"

"I..." Liu Xing hadn't answered yet, but Little Peanut, who was playing outside, rushed in: "Mom, I know why I bought pig bones. He said they were for our little Huang to gnaw on!"

Xiao Huang is the local dog raised by Liu Xing's family. As soon as the words came out, Zhu Meiling's mother stretched out her hand and knocked over: "You prodigal son, I have seen prodigals, but I have never seen such prodigals as you."

Chapter 009 The Consequences of Bragging

"Mom!" Liu Xing dodged with his head shielded: "Don't listen to Peanut's nonsense, this bone is not for feeding dogs, but for eating and making soup. With so many ribs, if you take off the meat on top, can you make a good dish?"

"Isn't it worthwhile to make a few bowls of meat dishes for this one dollar?" Liu Xing explained earnestly.

"That's right!" The anger on Zhu Meiling's mother's face disappeared instantly.

Only then did she realize that Liu Xing's words were correct.

The current price of meat is three or four yuan a catty, which is very expensive, and although no one wants the bone, there is meat on it, so it is very cost-effective to stew it in a pot and remove the meat.

As for the soup...

Mother Zhu Meiling didn't understand: "Liu Xing, why did I hear something in your words!"

In 93, there were not many people in the countryside who knew the magical effect of stewed bone soup. Even if they knew, they were senior chefs in some big cities, so it was normal for her not to understand.

"Hey..." Liu Xing smiled, "We'll wait until Mom boils all the bones into soup." He made a fool of himself.

"You kid, you're still playing with my mother in secrets!" Zhu Meiling rolled her eyes: "Forget it, go out with your father and wait for dinner."

"Good!" Liu Xing nodded quickly, and followed his father out of the kitchen.

But before she walked out of the kitchen door, she was stopped by her mother: "Son, you told your dad about the dustpan before, didn't you brag?"

Liu Xing took out the 50 yuan bill in his trouser pocket: "Mom, I can brag, but it's impossible for this money to be blown out?"

Zhu Meiling was stunned, and couldn't believe the facts in front of her.

In the countryside in 1993, skilled plasterers and carpenters only earned 50 to 50 yuan a day, and only [-] yuan could be earned after ten days of work. [-] RMB.

But his son actually earned more than 60 yuan in half a day today, which really shocked him.

"Do you recognize fifty?" Liu Dageng was also shocked, but he was more concerned that Liu Xing was cheated by someone, so he took the money from Liu Xing's hand and looked carefully.

"What's up? Is it true?" Mother Zhu Meiling looked worried. If she was cheated, she would be so angry that she wouldn't want to eat for several days.

"Really, this kid is really lucky!" Father Liu Dageng put the money into his pocket after saying this, completely ignoring Liu Xing's hard-pressed look that hesitated to speak.

"Dad," Liu Xing spoke up in desperation.

This money is of great use to him, and if it is confiscated, all the plans that he had planned before will be ruined.