Rebirth Craftsman

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Liu Xing wanted to stop Zhang Xiaoying, but she didn't say anything when she looked at Zhang Xiaoying's happy face. After all, this was sending him money. If he stopped, I would be too sorry for himself.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoying walked out with a stack of banknotes, but she didn't know why she suddenly limped while walking, and behind her was a tall young man who looked alike.

The tall young man had red potion on his arm and also on his face. Obviously this was injured, otherwise it wouldn't happen like this.

Liu Xing looked at Zhang Xiaoying suspiciously: "Sister, what happened to your feet?"

"Don't mention it, I fell!" Zhang Xiaoying gritted her teeth.

"Did you fall? Riding a motorcycle?" Liu Xing suddenly thought of the reason.

"Hmm!" Zhang Xiaoying admitted with a wry smile.

Liu Xing couldn’t help but smiled: “Sister, riding a motorcycle is for practicing, not riding a bicycle. It’s okay to see you. The worst one I’ve ever seen is that he even broke his kneecap and fell. A lifetime disability."

"Really?" The tall young man beside Zhang Xiaoying yelled out of silence.

"Am I like a braggart?" Liu Xing spread his hands.

"Like!" Zhang Xiaoying raised her eyebrows, with a smile in her eyes.

"Pull it down!" Liu Xing narrowed his mouth.

What he said was something he had seen with his own eyes. If he brags, it would be so natural.

"Chichi...I'm not kidding you!" Zhang Xiaoying saw that there were many people waiting for her to ship the goods at the door of the store, and then handed the stack of banknotes to Liu Xing: "Here is eight hundred yuan, which is four. For a hundred dustpans, if your family has the ability to produce 10,000 a month, I will need it."

"Really?" This time it was Liu Xing's turn to be surprised: "Just your row of shops, do you have the next 10,000 dustpans?"

"This is just my branch!" The tall young man on the side said: "In Banqiao Town, my house also has a large private workshop! There is a special batch processing of undried beans. Of course, my sister said before. Ten thousand dustpans are just a metaphor."

"Are you?" Liu Xing glanced up and down at the tall young man who was talking.

"My brother Zhang Xiaoyu!" Zhang Xiaoying introduced with a smile.

"Nice to meet you!" The tall young man nodded slightly.

"Me too!" Liu Xing suddenly realized.

No wonder it looks like this, the original reason is here.

Zhang Xiaoying put 800 yuan in Liu Xing's hands, and suddenly became serious: "Your dustpan is very good at craftsmanship. I can trust it, so on the basis of the original price, an extra 50 cents, each counts two. One, this is a fair price in the surrounding area, you should know, but I have a small request."

"What's the requirement?" Liu Xing asked casually.

"In the future, all the wet dustpans woven by your house will be sold to sister! How many sisters want as much, okay?" Zhang Xiaoying looked at Liu Xing.

"Yes! But the ugly thing is at the forefront. Too many dustpans may not be made because the raw materials are limited!" Liu Xing did not be polite with Zhang Xiaoying, and collected 800 yuan.

This was his first pot of gold after he was reborn, so he had to accept it. If it disappeared for some reason, who would he cry for?

As for the material of the dustpan, it is a deadlock in Qingshi Village and cannot be changed at all, so he does not intend to solve it.

why would you said this.

First, Nanzhu, which is suitable for weaving sticks, does not grow out in a day or two, but takes two to three years. Some living conditions are not good, even more than five to six years.

The second reason why Qingshi Village is called Qingshi Village is that most of the soil is made of blue stones. Such soil is not suitable for the growth of southern bamboo. Even in the surrounding villages, there are not too many southern bamboos, but dustpans are made in large quantities. He estimated that it would be able to make hundreds of thousands of dustpan materials.

Once his family’s making dustpans to make money is spread, the price of Nanzhu will definitely rise, and it will be a big increase. Even if it is a dustpan for three yuan, I am afraid that it will not make much money.

Where did Zhang Xiaoying know the inside story, but she reminded: "Liu Xing, I forgot to say that the dustpan you made for me must be woven from Nanzhu. If there is no such raw material as Nanzhu, how many. Calculate how much, and remember not to use other bamboos to recharge."

"No problem!" Liu Xing promised with a smile.

Sister Zhang's careful thinking, although he knew it, did not intend to expose it.

After all, if his family wanted to overcome the difficulties in the early stage, they all relied on weaving dustpans.

And Nanzhu is the key to it. If the key is exposed, I'm afraid the business will be gone.

"Then you go back quickly and transport all the woven dustpans over!" Zhang Xiaoying looked at the time: "Wait for the evening sister to invite you to dinner, by the way! You must ask your father to come with you too!"

"Okay!" Liu Xing nodded, turned and rode his bicycle away.

Sister Zhang called her father to eat together. I’m afraid it’s not as simple as I imagined. She must have thought that his father is the master of his family. This is a good thing for him, because the more valuable the master is, the more valuable he is. The more you can use the craftsmanship of the sealer to make money.

"Yingzi! Do you believe this kid like this?" Zhang Xiaoyu watched Liu Xing disappear from his sight, then turned to look at Zhang Xiaoying, and said something unpleasant: "I haven't seen these 400 dustpans, just Did you give 800 yuan first?"

Eight hundred yuan was not a small sum in 1993. It could be wage earners for several months.

"Don't think of Liu Xing as a child, then you would be very wrong!" Zhang Xiaoying smiled: "According to her sister, the 30 or so wet dustpans we bought before were from Liu. Hand of the Star."

"Really?" Zhang Xiaoyu was a little surprised.

There are many bamboo craftsmen in the surrounding area, but none of them can wet the sticks. Otherwise, the tempeh shop in his house would not worry about the high-quality dustpan.

"It should not be wrong. Sister Liu Xing is only four or five years old. Do you think it will be a lie?" Zhang Xiaoying looked at Zhang Xiaoyu: "And do you know? A few days ago I rode a motorcycle and flew into the canal. It is Liu. Star helped to ride up, that confidence, that kind of riding skills, really impressed me."

"So you want to have a good relationship with Liu Xing, that 800 yuan is just a touchstone!" Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly realized, and at the same time his face was a little ugly: "I understand, I understand, Liu Xing is so young, his family must have Master bamboo craftsman, otherwise it's worth it for Yingzi to do this."

A master craftsman, the current value of the Zhang family can be greater.

"Smart!" Zhang Xiaoying smiled lightly.

Her tempeh is not only well-known in the surrounding area, but also many hotels and restaurants in the city are vying to order. The degree of business boom has far exceeded the speed of production.

This is due to the complexity of the secret recipes, but to a greater extent, the dustpan made by Nanzhu limits the production of tempeh.

She once went to a coastal area to find a master to make wet dustpans to make up for the shortcomings, but the transportation and production costs were too high, and in the end she had to give up.

And now Liu Xing suddenly appeared in front of her with wet strips and dustpans. The price was only two dollars apiece, and there was no problem with the quality. For her, this was undoubtedly a help in the snow.

If you don't take this opportunity well, it's just a fool.

Zhang Xiaoyu, as Zhang's family, naturally knew this inside story. He sighed and the image of Liu Xing in his mind suddenly became mysterious.

Because the sealer seems simple, in fact, if you want to successfully make the stick products, the difficulty is not generally high.

Take the wet dustpan for example!

He once wanted to recruit four or five bamboo craftsmen to open a bamboo craftsman's shop to realize mass production to make up for the lack of dustpans in the tempeh shop.

But helpless ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

The dustpan made of wet strips was not deformed or collapsed under high temperature exposure, and it simply could not meet the ideal requirements.

Only then did he know that the sealer should not be underestimated. Among them, the university asked.

It's no wonder that many people say that interlacing is like a mountain, and this stickman is afraid that the same is true. Although there are many things that seem simple, they can't pry into the secrets.

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