Rebirth Craftsman

"You don't need help, just wait for Dad, you can lend me the bicycle for a while!" Liu Xing smiled.

There is no way to go to the market to sell dustpans. If you walk there for less than an hour or two, you can’t get there at all. After all, the rural roads in 1993 were still roads paved with sand. When it rains, it will be muddy. Wait. When we arrive at the market, I am afraid that it will end long ago, so there must be a means of transportation.

In 1993, motorcycles hadn't appeared in large quantities in rural areas, but some were exclusive to local tyrants. Only bicycles were the main force on the road.

Father’s bicycle was bought when he was married. It is the famous Phoenix brand, but it is the only valuable thing in the family. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to borrow. But today, Liu Dageng is an exception: "You ride! Anyway, where am I today? Don’t go either. The bricks made by our house in Houshan were washed away by heavy rain last night. After breakfast, you should tidy up and see if any survived."

"Isn't it?" Liu Xing was a little sad.

In rural areas, I don’t know that red brick houses have emerged since nine years, but most farmers didn’t have the money to buy bricks, so they all made bricks themselves and burned them in their own kiln. Liu Xing was very clear as a person who came by.

With good luck, there is good quality yellow mud around the house. The red bricks that are fired out are nothing to say, but bad luck. Just like his father, he took the sand mud and burned the red bricks. As a result, it rained. Will disperse, and the yellow mud will not appear such a phenomenon.

At least it will not collapse in a large area, because the yellow mud is sticky.

Thinking of this, Liu Xing looked at Liu Dageng: "Dad! Don't worry about the collapse of the brick embryo. According to my opinion, you still find a way to make more money. With money, there are more bricks in the brick factory."

Liu Xing said this by looking at his father's face. If he didn't feel right, he would shut up immediately. After all, he knew that such a thing could not be said at his age.

"Oh! It's easy to say, but is the money so easy to make?" Liu Dageng didn't notice it at all. "Your uncle worked with Wang Cripple for a year of carpentry last year. It is said that he hasn't even got living expenses now!"

The implication is that even those skilled in the art can't make money. Where can he, a veteran who has returned from the army, make money?

As a man, who doesn't want to make money to support a family, but suffers from no alternatives, so he can only work in the house to feed his family.

This is not just his current thinking. In Qingshi Village in 1993, there were so many farmers who had such ideas. Because they didn't read many books, they didn't dare to go outside like a frog at the bottom of a well.

Liu Xing knew the inside story well. He didn't say anything more next, but continued to focus on weaving dustpans, because he knew that his father did not see hope, and it would be useless to say more now.

You must use practical actions to earn money, and you are pulling your father into the gang. This is the best choice.

He was born again. Although he is only 14 years old, he has a forty-something soul, so he must think twice before doing things. Fuzziness is not his character.

With the passage of time, the strips on the ground quickly turned into dustpans. Liu Xing randomly counted them, and there were actually 31.

But it’s not too late. It’s already over nine o’clock in the morning.

So Liu Xing tied the dustpan with bamboo strips, and returned home in two separate times. As for Xiao Peanut, she would go by herself, and helped take a dustpan home.

From a long distance, the smell of sweet potato steamed rice came from the kitchen. Liu Xing didn't want to have breakfast at home, but smelled the long-lost smell, immediately picked up his sister and ran to the kitchen.

The slender brother Liu Hang, who has a shaved head, and Fang Niu has returned. At this time, he was eating a sweet potato with his head down at the door. For him, eating sweet potatoes every day is simply unpalatable.

But I have to eat it, because in Qingshi Village, some families still cannot eat sweet potatoes.

Liu Xing couldn't help but smile upon seeing this scene: "Hangyaozi, is the sweet potato so unpalatable?"

"This has been eaten for two months, don't you say it is unpalatable?" Liu Hang rolled his eyes and replied.

"I said it's not bad!" Liu Xing put down his sister, picked up the big bowl in the cupboard and walked into the kitchen.

After a few decades, this kind of pure and natural delicacy made with charcoal was not eaten at all. If it was unpalatable, Liu Xing could not agree.

In the kitchen by the window, a middle-aged woman sitting on a small bench was holding the tongs to clamp the red charcoal. Seeing Liu Xing coming in, she raised her head and asked: "Listen to your dad, you are early in the morning. Playing the dustpan?"

"Yeah!" Liu Xing took a spoon and scooped half a bowl of rice soup, then picked up a sweet potato and blew it to eat.

The middle-aged woman is Liu Xing’s mother'Zhu Meiling'. She is in good shape, with short hair cut to the ears, and the clothes on her shoulders have several large patches. But I don’t know why, Liu Xing dare not look at her mother carefully. Because he was afraid of tears when he touched the scene.

After all, the mother in the kitchen is too young to be too young, which is very different from his mother's old appearance decades later.

Little Peanut also ran into the kitchen at this time. She raised her cute little head: "Brother! Hurry up, Baba will help you tie the dustpan to the bike. If you go to the market late, there will be no meat. Eat the meat."

"You little fellow!" Liu Xing shook his head: "Don't worry, it's not late!"

Rural markets are held on the 3rd and 8th of every month, and they are usually empty around 2 in the afternoon.

It's only past nine o'clock, even if it takes half an hour to waste a bike ride, it will arrive at about ten o'clock at most, so he doesn't worry at all.

When Liu Hang heard that Liu Xing was going to the fair, he was so happy to death: "Brother, take me!"

Going to the fair is delicious and fun for him, so he must go.

"How are you going? There are dustpans on the rear rack of the bicycle!" Mother'Zhu Meiling' stood up at this moment: "Take a summer vacation and don't go everywhere, wait for your father to choose the brick embryos. I will cook braised pork for lunch. The three of you eat."

"Okay... okay!" Liu Hang shrank his neck and nodded very reluctantly. There was no way. He fell asleep with the cattle yesterday and let the cattle eat the rice of Wang Bao's house in the neighboring village. This caused his mother to have a meal. It's not all right now, so you must be obedient, or wait and wait to be sure of the family law.

"And you!" Zhu Meiling turned her head to look at Liu Xing: "The dustpan is not a popular item in the market. You can sell it at the right price. Don't buy one at the time."

"Got it, Mom!" Liu Xing nodded with a smile.

He is not a teenager now, how could he make such a low-level mistake.

Seeing that his mother had begun to train Liu Xing, Liu Hang immediately picked up a sweet potato on the stove and drove off.

For him, the father of this family is kind, and the mother is a tigress.

However, today Liu Hang was bad enough. He was blocked by Liu Dageng before he slipped out of the kitchen door. After saying where you were going, drag him and walk back to the mountain. Obviously, he was going to clean the bricks.

Liu Xing saw this scene in his eyes and suddenly felt funny.