Rebirth Craftsman

On the way to delivery.

The young woman asked Liu Xing: "Your dustpan was made up by an adult in your family, right?"

"No! It was made up by my brother." Little Peanut who followed Liu Xing raised her head and replied first. Her big eyes had a proud look, as if Liu Xing could be so powerful because of her sister. .

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

Such a good craftsmanship at such a young age?

"Can't it?" Liu Xing smiled.

"Yes, you can! Then there should be Master Sealer in your house!" The young woman smiled, and a pair of sweet dimples appeared on Guazi's face.

Liu Xing didn't answer this, but smiled and answered it ambiguously.

After all, he is only 14 years old now, and if he is the master of the master craftsman, then he would be a bit pretending to be suspicious.

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

"Okay!" Liu Xing hurriedly followed. Only then did he discover that the young woman’s tempeh business was very good, and it had also formed a certain scale. The six facades in a row behind the tempeh stall were all used to store the tempeh. of.

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

"Brother, it smells good!" Little Peanut smelled the scent of tempeh, and couldn't help pulling Liu Xing's arm.

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

For him, the scented tempeh is hard to think about in business.

And based on the memory of his rebirth, there should be a secret recipe for making such 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 handwriting of this young woman and bought it to make tempeh in large quantities.

Seeing that the purpose of delivering goods has been achieved, he was about to push the bicycle to flash people, but the young woman stopped him: "Will your house sell dustpans for the next fair?"

"This is not clear!" Liu Xing thought for a while and replied.

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

"Huh?" Liu Xing was a little dumbfounded.

"Your dustpan is very good, I fell in love with it!" the young woman explained.

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

"I need about a thousand more this year. I want as much as your family's words are!" the young woman replied.

"A thousand?"

"How many do you want in my house?"

Liu Xing was shocked.

This is not a small sum in the countryside.

If one is five yuan, it would be 1,500 yuan.

"What? Difficulty?" The young woman smiled.

"No difficulty, but my family may not have so many Nanzhus." Liu Xing did not accept the ten dollars handed over by the young woman: "Otherwise, I will not accept the deposit. If my family still sells dustpans in the next game, just go straight to it. Sent to you?"

"Also!" The young woman nodded.

She likes the boy's non-greedy character.

"Then I'll go first!" Liu Xing picked up Xiao Peanut and sat on the bicycle, and walked to a stall selling pork in the distance.

He sold a total of more than 60 yuan today. According to the meat price in 1993, it is estimated that he should be able to buy more than a dozen catties.

But this money can't be spent all, and some must be kept in the body for emergencies.

At the gate of a grocery store, Liu Xing stopped his bicycle.

"Brother! Can you eat the meat buns?" Xiao Peanut couldn't help asking.

"Eat!" Liu Xing lifted Xiao Peanut from the bicycle, and then led him into the grocery store.

Since the female owner of the douchi shop needs a lot of dustpans, he should also buy a few handy tools for the sealer, otherwise it will hurt his hands with a hatchet.

What only surprised him was that there was no stickler's tools in the grocery store. In other words, he had to rely on his memory to go to the blacksmith's shop to specially order the sticksmith's tools.

Liu Xing was a little depressed, for the plan always failed to keep up with the changes.

Seeing that there are children's sandals in the grocery store, I quickly recovered and chose a pair of beautiful ones for Little Peanut to wear on his feet. It's not good to be barefoot on this hot day.

Little Peanut was so happy that he had shoes, and he didn't eat the meat buns anymore. He bounced around Liu Xing. The cute look of dancing and dancing made Liu Xing heartbroken.

I just bought a pair of new shoes and I was so happy. If I bought new clothes, I would be fine.

After walking out of the grocery store, Liu Xing took Xiao Peanut directly to the stall selling pork.

He ordered two catties of pork belly, but the big belly boss looked at him with a strange look: "Boy, have you brought any money?"

The implication is, don't make trouble without money.

After all, Liu Xing is only fourteen years old, his face is still young, and he is not even 1.5 meters tall. Children of this age, parents in rural areas in 1993, would generally not rest assured that they would bring more than a dollar. Banknotes above denominations.

Of course, the most important thing is that Liu Xing wears shabby clothes, looking like a person who can't eat meat.

Liu Xing was irritated by the big belly boss's words: "Does your boss do business, do I look like someone without money?"

He raised the fifty bucks used to sell dustpans in front of the pork vendor, then turned around and took the peanuts and walked towards another pork stall.

"Hey, don't go!" The big belly boss looked anxious.

"Huh!" Liu Xing sneered, now it's too late to regret.

"Yeah!" Little Peanut also made a grimace.

The big-belly boss almost vomited blood in anger. Today, I really looked down and looked down. How could I meet such a local kid.

In front of another pork stall.

The tall butcher's boss was very courteous to Liu Xing: "Two catties of pork belly, right? I'll cut it for you!"

"Wait, how much is a catty?" Liu Xing asked casually, afraid of being fooled.

"Three dollars, if you buy hind leg meat, I will give you three dollars and five dollars!" The tall boss smiled.

"Three dollars and five, give me two catties of pork belly, remember! No more!" Liu Xing exhorted, "I don't want more than one or two."

In his memory, pork sellers in rural areas have a hobby, that is, buyers ask for a catty, and they will definitely cut two catties of meat to sell you, and you can’t buy it. taste.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The tall boss hurriedly agreed, took a knife and cut off a good pork belly and placed it on the scale. Seeing that there are more than two catties and one tael, he immediately said: "You give seven dollars. Come on, the extra one or two pieces of meat will be given to you, and we will be friends."

"You really can talk!" Liu Xing smiled and took the pork belly in the plastic bag, weighing the weight calmly. Seeing that it felt the same, he took out seven dollars and handed it to the tall boss.

Before he was born again, he also sold vegetables and did a small business. Sometimes he likes to weigh with his hands. Over time, he develops a habit of knowing the weight of the items in his hands without weighing them. Under normal circumstances, there is no error. It will be one or two different.

The tall boss seemed to treat him very well, but Liu Xing would not be paralyzed by the smile.