Rebirth Craftsman

After eating, Liu Xing's family became busy.

This time it’s not about dealing with bricks, but about making dustpans.

After all, someone booked a thousand orders with Liu Xing. This is a big order and absolutely not careless.

Liu Dageng and Zhu Meiling even had a plan in their hearts. If the sales of the dustpan are good, they will not grow vegetables and pigs in the future, so they will go to the market to sell stick products to make money to support the family.

But making dustpans is not as easy as they thought. Nanzhu is easy to cut down, but it is a bit difficult to turn into a wide and thick strip. The couple injured their fingers several times because of their anxiety.

Liu Xing saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. After a faint smile, he let go of his work, and patiently taught some skills to break the flames.

Although his parents are farmers, they learn things very quickly, and they have mastered the essence of stripping within a few seconds.

This made Liu Xing very pleased and very happy.

If this continues, there should be no problem with taking out three or four hundred dustpans in the next game.

After all, there are a lot of people and strength, with the help of parents, making dustpans is very fast.

Do not!

The younger brother Liu Hang and his younger sister Xiao Peanut also helped. Although there are limited places where people can help, they are better than him alone.

But now there is a problem blocking him, that is, Nan Zhu is not enough to make a thousand dustpans.

At night, the parents also discovered the problem.

Their solution was to buy Nanzhu from another house in the village.

After all, Nanzhu is everywhere in Qingshi Village, and the price is cheap.

For this solution, Liu Xing naturally has no opinion.

And to his surprise, Nan Zhu's price was so cheap that he exceeded his imagination.

At noon the next day, the parents bought the Nanzhu from a big mountain in Liu Ji's house for 30 yuan, and Liu Ji also promised to send all the Nanzhu home.

The price...

Liu Xing wanted to persuade his parents to open a shop specializing in making stick products in the market.

But reason told him that he must not do this.

Because stick products will soon be eliminated.

Once people at the age of their parents are involved, it will be very difficult to change in the future.

Time will be on the seventh lunar calendar in the blink of an eye while busy.

There is only one day to go to the market on the 8th.

Liu Xing's house was filled with dustpans, the number reached as many as four hundred.

Liu Dageng was afraid that he would not be able to sell it, so he stopped knitting: "Liu Xing, did you say that the tempeh shop owner was lying to you? Since you want you to have a dustpan and give it to him, why do you have to go to the market to send it to him?"

"Because in her eyes, it is estimated that we are making dustpans to fill the household, not our main business!" Liu Xing patiently explained: "But Dad, what you said is right, or I will go to her to ask after dinner. ?"

"Okay!" Liu Dageng nodded in agreement.

If this matter is not clear, he will be panicking in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Liu Xing, but that many of the villagers in the village are paying attention to the movement of their homes, seeing that they are weaving dustpans, and all of them are suspected of watching jokes.

After all, the dustpan is not a technical job at all, it will take a few days if people want to learn it.

If it is really possible to make money in mass production, then the price of Nanzhu in Qingshi Village will increase.

After two o'clock in the afternoon.

After dinner, Liu Xing rode his bicycle to Zhang Xiaoying's tempeh shop.

To his surprise, even if it wasn't on the day of going to the market, Zhang Xiaoying's tempeh shop was still very hot.

He even saw a small truck with foreign license plates parked next to him, waiting for the tempeh to be loaded into the truck.

"Is this tempeh so popular?" Liu Xing really didn't believe it. Taking advantage of the absence of Zhang Xiaoying, the lady proprietor of the tempeh shop, he grabbed the tempeh in one of the dustpans around him to investigate.

The first feeling is that the tempeh is very fragrant.

This scent is very special, it can't be imitated by other tempeh workshops around.

But Liu Xing's keen sense of smell told him that this scent was familiar to him, with the scent of Nanzhu mixed in it.

If it wasn't for the birth of the sealer, it would definitely not be smelled.

"That's right! There is also the smell of rosin!" Liu Xing smelled a familiar scent again. The rosin was fused with the almost inaudible scent of Nanzhu. This is the source of the special scent of tempeh at this tempeh shop.

"I finally remembered, what is the secret recipe for this tempeh!" Liu Xing put the tempeh in his hand into the dustpan, with a confident smile on his face.

Sister Zhang’s tempeh is made of ordinary raw materials, such as the main ingredients of puree beans, soybeans and cooking wine for fermentation. They are all ordinary, but she knows how to ingeniously integrate the fragrance of southern bamboo and the fragrance of rosin. Go in the tempeh.

This is not easy. The secret recipe for making tempeh was cracked in 19, and few people were able to do it.

The scent of southern bamboo comes from the dustpan.

In particular, the dustpan made of wet strips can thoroughly incorporate the scent of Nanzhu into the tempeh faster and more thoroughly. This is one of the reasons why Zhang Jie likes the wet strips made by him so much.

Once the scent of southern bamboo is incorporated into the tempeh, its value will rise hundreds of times. This is what a craftsman who made tempeh told Liu Xing himself decades later.

As for the scent of rosin, anyone can do it.

After all, the wooden shelves supporting the dustpan are all made of pine trees.

The pine tree itself has the smell of rosin, which is easily incorporated into the tempeh after a special high-temperature treatment.

However, Liu Xing does not know the inside story of this high temperature treatment.

If he knew it, he could now make exactly the same tempeh.

It can also be as hot as the Douchi shop like Zhang Jie.

"Huh?" Liu Xing in his thoughts was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

He looked back and saw Zhang Xiaoying, he couldn't help but smile for a moment: "Sister Zhang, your business is too hot, right?"

"It's okay!" Zhang Xiaoying, who rolled her sleeves, glanced around casually, with sweat on Guazi's face: "Why are you here today? Isn't it tomorrow?"

"I know it will be tomorrow, but I told my dad that you need a lot of dustpans. He made more than four hundred in one go. This one-time bicycle can't be shipped! So his old man sent me to ask. , Ask if the dustpan can be delivered today, so as not to match the day of the market tomorrow!" Liu Xing did not cover up, and said generously about the future.

After all, he knew the secret recipe for making tempeh, and knew that Zhang Xiaoying was in urgent need of the dustpan made by Nanzhu, especially his wet dustpan.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaoying heard that Liu Xing’s dustpan reached more than 400 in a few days, and the sweet dimples on the face of the happy melon seeds appeared: "Great, I had a headache about the dustpan yesterday. , You told me this good news today, you are really my lucky star."

"Wait! I'll take the money for you. When you go back, ask your dad to bring all the dustpans over!" Zhang Xiaoying said, turning around and ran towards the shop beside him.