Rebirth Craftsman

How could Wang Xiaohe think that Liu Huaqing would help Liu Dageng to speak. After a long time of surprise, he came back to his senses: "You kid took gunpowder? I just talked casually. The tractor's cargo box was loaded. It’s not that everyone pretends to die."

"Cut! Ghost letter!" Liu Huaqing cast a contemptuous look.

Wang Xiaohe couldn't help but had to go aside to smoke.

After a while, all four hundred dustpans were installed on the tractor. Although the pile was a bit high, it was not as big as Wang Xiaohe said.

Now Wang Xiaohe was a little embarrassed. Standing aside is not sitting or sitting.

Liu Dagen didn’t care about so much. He turned to Liu Huaqing and said, “Don’t follow along after unloading. Let’s make a dustpan with my daughter-in-law! Let’s say yes, four yuan a day, just one lunch at noon. Stay if you feel you can, and go back now if you don't."

"Why am I going back? To suffer the old man's eyes?" Liu Huaqing picked up the small bench without waiting for Liu Xing's mother to lead the way, and ran towards the Shai Valley Field.

For him, four yuan a day's wages, such a good thing as food at noon, is hard to find with a lantern.

Wang Xiaohe on the side was a little moved when he heard it: "Da Geng, don't you want anyone to woven dustpan, my wife..."

"No girl!" Before Wang Xiaohe could finish speaking, Liu Xing interrupted him directly.

"Really?" Wang Xiaohe didn't believe it.

"Yes, besides, I don't need anyone for the time being!" Liu Dageng stretched out his hand and patted Wang Xiaohe on the shoulder: "Let's go, wait for the unloading of the goods and try to come back earlier. I still want to buy more Nanzhu to make dustpans!"

The speaker had no intention of this, but Wang Xiaohe listened to his heart. After smiling, he drove the tractor towards the market.

Liu Xing followed behind on a bicycle. There was no way. He didn't want to come back with a tractor. After all, he still had a lot of things to do now!

For example, buying the tools of the bamboo craftsman, as well as the tableware and materials needed by the rice noodle shop. I haven't told my parents yet, so I have to do it by myself on a bicycle.

The tractor was notoriously slow. When Liu Xing’s bicycle arrived at Zhang Xiaoying’s tempeh shop, the tractor had not yet appeared.

There is no way, in this age without mobile phones, Liu Xing has to wait.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu pushed and fell into a somewhat unsightly Wuyang Honda motorcycle from the tempeh shop. He saw Liu Xing coming, and even parked the motorcycle and said hello: "Brother, you are here to send it off. Is it a dustpan?"

"Yeah!" Liu Xing nodded, "The tractor is still on the road, so wait."

"I'm not in a hurry!" Zhang Xiaoyu sneered: "Do you want my sister to come out?"

"No, she must be very busy." Liu Xing glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu's motorcycle parked next to him: "Are you going to roll it out to fix it?"

"Hey! Fix it! The day before yesterday I called the Wuyang Honda after-sales department and asked them to send someone to repair it, but they said that I broke it. Not only did it cost money for materials, but it also required manual fees. I asked They budgeted how much money they wanted in total, and they almost didn't scare me to death!" Zhang Xiaoyu said angrily.

"Isn't it?" Liu Xing was a little curious after hearing the words: "How much does the after-sales department charge you?"

"Eight thousand three!" Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out his finger and made a gesture: "I almost heard hitting people at the time. A new Wuyang Honda-A was only bought for 15 thousand. What about my engine, wiring, and fuel tank? All of them are good. If he repairs the headlight, the headlight housing, and the plastic baffle and other accessories, he will charge me eight thousand three. Do you think the after-sales department is acting like a fat sheep? slaughter."

"Indeed!" Liu Xing nodded in shock.

But how much does he know the inside story.

In 1993, those who were able to buy Wuyang Honda motorcycles were local tyrants or upstarts. When did the relevant personnel of the after-sales department slaughter people?

Of course, this is only one of the reasons. The most important thing is that the original parts of the Wuyang Honda motorcycle are really expensive, because the parts are all shipped from foreign countries, which requires taxation, and the tide will increase naturally. price.

However, it is impossible to reach eight thousand three in any way. This is obviously a pitfall. If you go to an ordinary motorcycle repair point, you don't need the original imported parts, and all of them will not exceed five hundred yuan.

"What does Big Brother Zhang plan to do with this motorcycle now?" Liu Xing asked with a smile after he recovered.

"What else can I do? I plan to sell it as a waste product!" Zhang Xiaoyu looked disgusted: "This is also what my sister meant. When the time comes, I will test a driver's license and buy a truck to load it. "

"Sell it as a scrap?" Liu Xing almost cried out when he heard the words: "Aren't you violating the heavens? If you want to sell it as a scrap, then sell it to me."

"Okay! What's the relationship between the two of us!" Zhang Xiaoyu took out a cigarette and lit it, but then looked at the door of the tempeh shop behind him in fear: "Why don't you give five hundred yuan? Push it to the scrap shop." For him, a nouveau riche, he is not bad at all. The charge of Liu Xing 500 yuan is just a meaning. Anyway, in a word, he was afraid of falling this motorcycle, like a chicken rib. The food is tasteless, but it's a pity to throw it away, if he doesn't take it away, he will not sleep at night.

Of course, the main point is to use a motorcycle to build a good relationship with Liu Xing.

"I have no money now!" Liu Xing sneered.

"Didn't my sister just give you 800 yuan before?" Zhang Xiaoyu was a little disbelief.

"It was taken away by my dad a long time ago, do you think I kept it?" Liu Xing stepped forward and checked the situation of the motorcycle carefully: "If you believe me, then you can first charge it, and then wait for me to have money in a month. I'm here for you"

"No problem!!" Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and stretched out his hand and patted Liu Xing on the shoulder: "I believe in your earning power, but even so, you can't ride this smashed motorcycle at the moment!"

The implication is that repairing the motorcycle is a lot of money. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't plan to sell it to a scrap shop.

Liu Xing smiled: "I don't need to worry about this brother. I'm fairly familiar with motorcycles. I should be able to ride a little bit."

Before he was reborn, he had broken down several motorcycles. Although he did not specialize in repairing motorcycles, he still knew the structure of motorcycles well. As long as it was not the engine, he could repair it.

This is not bragging, but fact.

"Really?" Zhang Xiaoyu blinked his eyes.

Liu Xing did not reply, but took out a tool bag from the motorcycle's rear frame box, turned out the screwdriver and wrench, and disassembled the motorcycle in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at him and saw that Liu Xing was not dismantling, and his eyes widened in surprise at the moment: "You kid can do it! I really can't see that you have any skills in repairing motorcycles."

"What you saw in the book is not as magical as you thought!" Liu Xing said as he disassembled the motorcycle headlights, broken plastic baffles and some unusable parts. The ignition system was intact, and I sat on it.

Rumble~~~!

With one foot down, the dismantled Wuyang Honda motorcycle actually started, and the sound of the engine was very rhythmic, and there was no problem riding out.