Rebirth Craftsman

"What a laugh!" In the next second, Liu Xing ushered in a burst of chestnuts from his mother Zhu Meiling: "You said you are now in the second year of junior high school, so you don't want to study hard, and you want to be a stickman in the future. ?"

"No!" Liu Xing rubbed his forehead with cracked teeth. The mother's burst of force was not light, it was all swollen.

"Then why is your craftsmanship better than your grandfather?" Zhu Meiling continued to ask.

If you don't want to be a stickman, you will never make it hard.

"That's good?" Liu Xing knew what he meant, but he asked in a confused way.

Without waiting for his mother to reply, he continued: "Mom! I just want to use the dustpan to exchange two catties of meat back, but there is no other meaning. Besides, even if I don't know the craftsmanship of the sealer, it is not for reading. You don’t know."

He remembers that his academic performance is very serious, and Chinese and mathematics are good, but English is not good. If it were not for multiple-choice questions, it is estimated that the maximum is two to thirty points.

"Oh! Stupid boy, after you don't study, you can only farm at home like your dad and have nothing to do with it!" Mother'Zhu Meiling' said painfully.

"Don't worry, it won't. There are three hundred and sixty lines in this world, and I will be the top pick. I can't read books and I can still be promising!" After Liu Xing said this, he drank the big bowl of rice soup in one mouthful. , And then took the sweet potatoes and walked out of the kitchen while eating.

"This child, really stubborn!" Mother Zhu Meiling shook her head. Seeing that Xiao Peanut had not eaten breakfast, she quickly took a spoon and put a bowl of rice soup on the stove.

When he looked up at the door, he found that Xiao Peanut was already sitting on the dustpan of the bicycle's rear rack and acting like a baby with Liu Xing: "Brother, take me to the market, just once?"

"No!" Liu Xing had no choice but to turn his head and ask his mother for help.

If this little peanut goes, I'm afraid some money-making plans in his heart will all be ruined.

"Take Xiao Peanut!" Surprisingly, the mother'Zhu Meiling' didn't get angry, but said softly to Liu Xing.

"Yeah!" Little Peanut cheered happily.

"Why?" Liu Xing asked suspiciously.

"The house is very busy today. You should know that if the good brick embryos are not cleaned out as soon as possible, then we won't be able to burn the kiln next month!" Mother gave Liu Xing the answer he wanted, and turned around to continue busy. .

Liu Xing had a headache, but instead of continuing to struggle, he pushed his bicycle and walked towards the market.

Rather than wasting time at home, it is better to take care of these trivial things yourself.

Seeing Xiao Peanut sitting on the rear frame of the bicycle and looking around, for safety reasons, Liu Xing picked up a handful of southern bamboo leaves that had been chopped down on the ground before, and some southern bamboo branches and trunks, and made them at the fastest speed. A handmade grasshopper came out.

This hand-made grasshopper is lifelike and even has tentacles. It is also a kind of craftsmanship. Regardless of Liu Xing, it is very fast to make, but in fact, it has not been able to reach such a state without more than ten years of techniques.

"Wow!" Xiao Peanut looked at the hand-made grasshopper in Ye Tian's hand, and his eyes widened in admiration.

"I'll play it for you, but you have to be obedient, and hold your brother's waist with your hands!" Liu Xing handed the hand-made grasshopper to Xiao Peanut.

"Okay! Okay!" Little Peanut took the hand-made grasshopper and quickly collected it.

Liu Xing looked at the sky and wanted to set off directly to the market, but because of a ghostly spirit, he suddenly bent down and picked up a large number of discarded southern bamboo leaves and branches on the ground, all of which were pressed on the bicycle. In the middle of the dustpan, I didn't turn over and ride on the bicycle until I felt stable.

Seeing this, Peanut sitting behind quickly reached out and hugged Liu Xing's waist tightly, and made a mischievous face at Liu Hang, who was envious not far away.

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When Liu Xing arrived at the market, it was already a quarter past ten in the morning.

At this time, it was the peak time for villagers from the surrounding villages of Qingshi Village, Luohu Village, etc. to go to the fair. Looking around, the market was full of people, and it was so bustling.

Liu Xing didn't mind to watch the excitement, he was looking for a temporary booth while pushing his bicycle.

To his disappointment, few dustpans were bought, but there were no temporary stalls.

All were taken up by villagers in nearby villages doing business.

Liu Xing had no choice but to park his bicycle on the side of the road and waited for a villager to sell the sweet potatoes before grabbing a temporary stall.

Although the location of this temporary booth is a bit biased, the flow of people is huge. There is a shop selling steamed buns on the left, which is full of long lines.

Liu Xing took a look and then retracted his gaze, unloaded all the dustpan from the bicycle, and told Xiao Peanut not to sit on the dustpan, and he asked the black-faced villager who bought the hoe next to him: "Brother, this Do you know how much you can sell a dustpan in a market?"

"I don't know, I only know that the dustpans are very popular. The last game was about one dollar apiece, and they were all robbed!" The black-faced villager replied with a smile.

"Thanks!" Liu Xing suddenly had a spectrum in his heart.

As for why the dustpan is so popular, he didn't think about it.

After all, it is now the season to harvest dry crops such as soybeans and mung beans, and it is normal for dustpans to be popular, which is within his estimate.

Seeing that two villagers dressed up as vendors came up to choose the dustpan he made, they quickly picked up the little peanut sitting on it and asked them to choose.

"How much is a dustpan?" one of the short vendors asked Liu Xing.

"One dollar each!" Liu Xing replied with a smile.

"Expensive!" The short vendor squashed his mouth: "And you're still a wet dustpan!"

"Then how much do you say?" Liu Xing did not know how to meet an expert.

"Five cents a dollar, I want it all!" The short vendor dropped this sentence and looked straight at Liu Xing.

"Get out!" Liu Xing couldn't help but get angry.

Even if he is an idiot, he knows that the dustpan in 1993 was more than 50 cents!

"Okay! Okay! I get out! Let's see who you can sell this wet strip and dustpan to!" The short vendor pointed to Liu Xing with a dark face, turned around and took his companion and walked away, but he didn't go far, and he was at a strip product stall. Before stopped.

It turned out that they and Liu Xing were both in the same industry. Seeing that Liu Xing made the dustpans were much better than them, they wanted to buy them all and resell them.

This plan failed, and the two of them had another plan, instigating a fat middle-aged woman to buy it again.

This time, the price of the middle-aged woman was 80 cents to buy all of them. Liu Xing didn’t know the inside story and had to agree to it, but what he did not expect was that an old man with a hat was picking up his dustpan and looking at it. After reading it, he smiled and handed Liu Xing a fifty cents and left.

Liu Xing is not a fool. You can see the true price of the dustpan from the actions of the old man in the hat. Although you may not be able to buy all of them for one yuan and five, but one yuan for one is definitely an ironclad thing.

The middle-aged woman on the side was embarrassed. She looked at Liu Xing with a sneer: "That old man was a fool just now. I bought your dustpan and gave me a fifty cents. It's really money burning."

"I won't bargain with you anymore. I will pay for your dustpan eight cents apiece. Here is twenty-four, close it!" The middle-aged woman took out three ten-yuan bills in front of Liu Xing. He raised up, and then regardless of Liu Xingtong's disagreement, he bent down and reached out to take the dustpan.

"I'm sorry, I won't sell 80 cents!" Liu Xing stopped the middle-aged woman.