Rebirth Craftsman

"Oh!" Liu Xing thought for a while, and directly handed out ten yuan to Li Dawei.

It's not that he picks, and there are hundreds of dollars in his body that he won't give Li Dawei, but the current situation is after all unfamiliar with Li Dawei, isn't he a fool if he gives too much?

"Thank you! I'll pay you back when I go back!" Li Dawei turned excitedly and ran into the emergency ward, but he did not run far and turned back again: "By the way, I don't know your name yet?"

"Liu Xing, I rented the Wonton shop in Wangjia Factory to open a rice noodle shop. If you want to find me, you can go there!" Liu Xing said with a smile.

"Oh, got it, got it!" Li Dawei nodded, seeing a doctor in the emergency ward calling him, and ran away immediately.

Liu Xing didn't stay longer in the Eighth Hospital, but chose to leave.

Now he has done everything that should be done. If Li Dawei's old lady still wants to leave, then he has nothing to do, and it is none of his business.

But since they are all in the market, it is natural to get the raw material of rice noodles first, because there is no market at all. As for the others, let’s look at the situation first.

After all, the urban area in 1993 was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. The memory of many places was very vague, and he had to be there to remember.

Ye Tian remembers the location of making rice noodles, as if it was in a small village called Power Plant in the suburbs. After 2000, the rice noodles were processed in that area, and it has formed a large scale.

Only now, it is estimated that there are only a few small workshops.

The roads in the suburbs are terrible, with potholes and mud.

Liu Xing had no choice but to slow down the speed of the motorcycle. If he fell, it would be him who would be unlucky.

About half an hour away, the power plant arrived.

But looking around, Liu Xing did not see the rice noodle workshop.

"Isn't there no rice noodle workshop in the power plant in 1993?" Liu Xing was a little confused, and was about to leave disappointed. He saw white excrement water appearing in a large pool.

Right above this big pond, there is a newly built red brick house. Although the painting has not been done yet, there are many people living in it. Shelf.

Needless to say, this white item is the rice noodles Liu Xing needs.

He was overjoyed when he saw this scene, and drove over on a motorcycle.

"What are you doing?" Just as Liu Xing's motorcycle stopped at the gate of the red brick house, it was stopped by a thin, lame middle-aged man.

"What can I do here? Of course I bought rice noodles!" Liu Xing replied in an angry tone.

"I don't sell one or two catties, I have said many times!" The lame middle-aged man waved impatiently.

"This business hasn't been done yet, how do you know that I only need one or two catties of rice noodles?" Liu Xing asked, looking at the lame middle-aged man.

"Then how much do you want?" The lame middle-aged man was a little surprised.

"I don't know the specifics. I am planning to open a rice noodle shop at the bazaar in Qingshi Village. When it comes to the market's daily weight, it will cost at least a hundred catties. If you don't go to the market, it should be half!" Xing sat on the motorcycle and spoke out unhurriedly.

The lame middle-aged man discovered that Liu Xing was riding a Wuyang Honda motorcycle. Although it was broken in some places, the brand-new appearance could not be concealed, and his contempt for Liu Xing was reduced by half.

Seeing Liu Xing said that he needs hundreds of catties of rice noodles a day, he smiled and said, "Oh! It turned out to be a big customer! Don't worry, the price is absolutely fair, and the quality is absolutely nothing."

"What price?" Liu Xing was not fooled by the flattery of the lame middle-aged man, but entered the subject with a light smile.

"Three cents per catty, this is the lowest price. If you don't believe me, I can show you the list of other rice noodle shop owners!" The lame middle-aged man said, handing Liu Xing a cigarette, but Liu Xing did not pick it up. , Had to laugh alone and smoked.

"Can it be delivered?" Liu Xing didn't care about the price for the first time, but asked what he cared about most.

If he can't deliver the goods, he will have to go to the suburbs to buy rice noodles in person every day. This is not a good job, so he must ask clearly.

"No, I can't kill it, because I am a small rice noodle shop, but I can't afford a motorcycle like Wuyang Honda for delivery. As for the bicycle, the speed of the thing is slow and it can't be delivered much!" The lame middle-aged man Replied with a wry smile.

"Can't deliver, then the price of your rice noodles is a bit high!" Liu Xing jumped off the motorcycle and walked to the rice noodle stand. He took a close look at the rice noodles. Seeing that the quality was fair, there were no more at the moment. Say what.

Rice noodles are strips and silk rice products made from rice as raw material through soaking, cooking, and layering processes.

It is not a powdered material made by grinding rice as a raw material.

Good rice noodles have a soft texture and elasticity. They will not paste into the soup when boiled, and they will not break easily when they are fried. They are cooked in soup or dry fried with a variety of dishes or soups.

But in remote rural areas, at least before 1998, rice noodles for breakfast did not become popular in rural markets. Even if there are rice noodle shops, there are not many.

These companies are still half-dead operators and are in a state of half-closed.

As for the reason, in addition to not mastering the cooking techniques of rice noodles, most of them do not know how to make the secret recipe of the soup base. It tastes dull and tasteless. It is either hard to swallow, or it turns into a soft paste.

And there are no dishes like capers, pickled crispy radish sticks, etc.

As a rebirth, Liu Xing knows the inside story.

Although the rice noodles on the rice noodle rack are all machine-processed, the quality is really good, as can be seen from the feel and color.

Where does the lame middle-aged know that Liu Xing is an expert, he smirked: "It is impossible to deliver goods. Besides, I also know that the road in Qingshi Village is difficult to walk, so let's do it! I think you are also like integrity The people who do business with me, the rice noodles worth two cents and eighty catties, can't be less."

"Twenty cents and five jin, I will order fifty jin of rice noodles with you every day, and double it on the day of the fair!" Liu Xing stretched out two fingers with a confident expression on his face.

"It's impossible for two cents and five pounds!" The lame middle-aged man said, turning around and left.

Liu Xing smiled and waited on the motorcycle.

Although rice noodles are processed from rice, they are much cheaper than the price of rice. As a rebirth, he knows this very well, because rice noodles contain almost 50% more water than rice. For other cheap materials, the current price of rice is about five or six cents per catty, and the wholesale price of rice noodles is at most 25 to 30 cents.

And if the price is large, it can definitely make a lot of money.

So he is not worried at all.

as predicted.

The lame middle-aged man saw that Liu Xing did not catch up to hold him, his body stiffened and stopped. After a three-second pause, the lame middle-aged man turned around and said, "Where did your kid find out about the wholesale price of rice noodles here? Eat it hard?"