Rebirth Craftsman

"Don't let yourself go down the stairs, just say 25 cents and a jin will not agree to sell it to me?" Liu Xing directly exposed the lame middle-aged man's trick of changing the subject, with a mocking smile in his words.

The lame middle-aged man turned black when he heard the words, and after scratching his face awkwardly, he said: "Okay, it's only two cents. The first time you come to me, you should make friends!"

"By the way, when do you want rice noodles?" the lame middle-aged man asked.

"This month on the 13th of the lunar calendar, which is the day when we go to the market, my rice noodle shop opens, but you have to deliver it to your door!" Liu Xing said seriously: "Don't worry, you won't let you give it away. I will give you two points. It’s the cost of a catty of rice noodles."

"This...this...you let me think about it." Obviously, the lame middle-aged man was moved by the two cents and a catty toll, and completely forgot the previous rule of non-delivery.

After all, at least 50 catties of rice noodles are delivered every day, and there is a dollar of travel expenses. This money seems a little bit small, but it was enough in 1993. In case this is a major customer in front of you, you will need a few hundred catties a day. Rice noodles, the travel expenses of two cents and a catty of rice noodles is not easy.

After thinking of this, the lame middle-aged man looked at Liu Xing pretentiously: "How about this, I will discuss it with my wife first?"

In fact, he has no daughter-in-law at all, but just wants Liu Xing to wait for him for a while, so that Liu Xing can see his'reservation' and not pursue the rules of non-delivery.

"Okay, but it's better not to take too long, I have to go to another rice noodle workshop after a while!" Liu Xing looked at the time: "I only give you three minutes!"

"Three minutes is too little! Then I simply promise you to forget it, it's not a big deal!" The lame middle-aged man suddenly took a big turn of three hundred and eighty degrees: "But you have to deliver goods. Give some deposit first, if you go back, who should I talk to to reason?"

"That's for sure, I will not only give a deposit, but also draw up a contract with you to clarify our trading rules. When the time comes, no one will lose money and no one will lose!" Liu Xing seriously replied. Tao.

"But I don't know how to write a contract?" The lame middle-aged man scratched his head in embarrassment.

If he could write a contract, why would he run a rice noodle shop half-dead at home.

"I will!" Liu Xing smiled faintly: "You can just bring paper and pen. If you don't believe the contract I've drawn up, you can go to someone you trust."

"Okay! Okay!" Since Liu Xing said so, what else can the lame middle-aged man do? He hurried into the house to get paper and pen. After Liu Xing wrote the contract, he went to live there. Looked at the village chief nearby.

Seeing that there were no problems, he ran back happily at the moment, signed a deposit with Liu Xing, and received a deposit.

Only after Liu Xing was riding a motorcycle away, the lame man realized that something was wrong. This thing is that he would not deliver the goods when he was killed. Why did he suddenly deliver the goods?

Although I changed my mind for the two cents and a catty of rice noodles, but I don't know why, it always feels a little weird.

"This kid named Liu Xing is not easy!" The lame middle-aged man sighed and came to the conclusion in his heart. When someone comes next time, he must be treated with courtesy, or he will be unknowingly cheated. Put it, you will definitely want to cry and you can't find a place.

After all, I felt trapped this time.

...

When signing the contract for the sale of rice noodles, Liu Xing learned that the lame middle-aged man was called'Wang Houfu', and he was the nephew of'Wang Jinchui', the mayor of Dianchang Village in the suburbs.

For now, Wang Houfu is currently the first person to start a rice noodle workshop in Dianchang Village. The other villagers have no sense of following suit. This is the idea given to him by his sister who married from other provinces, saying how profitable the rice noodle business is in other provinces. How hot.

If you don't seize the opportunity, it will be difficult to expand the rice noodle business in the future.

But everything is difficult at the beginning. In fact, the business of Wang Houfu's rice noodle workshop is not open at all. There are not many rice noodle breakfast shops in the city that order his rice noodles, except for retail.

The reason is that in addition to the inability to deliver goods, it is more monopolized by other rice noodle workshops, even if he lowers the price, he cannot enter the urban market.

The appearance of Liu Xing helped Wang Houfu to tear open a hole in the current predicament and shift the focus of his business from the urban area to the rural area.

Of course, Liu Xing didn't know this. After he got the rice noodle raw materials, he rode a motorcycle back to the wonton shop.

At this time, the parents, Xiao Peanut, Liu Hang, and the fourth uncle were lying on the dining table and sleeping. Maybe because of tiredness these days, they all slept very badly. One of the stray dogs was lying under the dining table looking for something to eat, but found nothing. .

Liu Xing shook his head when he saw this scene. Instead of waking them up, he stopped the motorcycle and found a quiet corner to rest.

In a daze, I don't know how long I slept, I heard the mother Zhu Meiling's cry in my ear: "Son, son! Wake up, it's more than four o'clock, I can't sleep anymore!"

"Oh!" Liu Xing quickly rubbed his eyes and stood up when he heard the words. Looking around, his father and fourth uncle were sitting in the corner by the window looking at him.

"Anything?" Liu Xing was puzzled.

"I'm all waiting for you to buy Nanzhu at the market!" Father Liu Dageng laughed.

"If you don't go anymore, I'm afraid the sun will go down!" Fourth Uncle Liu Huaqing followed teasingly.

"You two can buy it!" Liu Xing rubbed his face: "It's not that you don't know Nan Zhu."

"We are afraid of being cheated!" Liu Dageng sighed softly, "You don't know, your uncle and I went to the stall selling Nanzhu while you were asleep, but if it weren't for it, I was almost deceived. A few hundred dollars."

"Huh?" Liu Xing was taken aback for a moment.

Was the water in the Nanzhu market at the 1993 bazaar so deep?

If nothing happens, he remembers that Nanzhu is bought and sold according to weight, or it can be bought and sold according to the number of roots. Would this kind of simple business be tricked?

Liu Dageng said: "You don't believe me when you say it. The people selling Nanzhu in this market are sold in piles and piles. After all, Nanzhu is not like cedar. It is very cheap. Before I and your uncle I chose a large pile. The price did not tell the bald boss a penny. He just asked him to make sure that it was all Nanzhu. Who knew the money had not been paid, we found that there were several snakes in the pile. Bamboo, and nearly a hundred'burnt out' southern bamboos. If you buy this, you will lose a lot!"

Snake bamboo is actually a kind of southern bamboo, but it is a mutated southern bamboo. His torso is not straight, but curved like a snake, so it was named Snake bamboo.

The emergence of snake bamboo is generally caused by soil problems. The soil under the soil is full of that kind of hard rock, so that the newly grown bamboo can not absorb nutrients in the end, and the whole shape becomes kinky, even the trunk becomes more than normal. The Nanzhu is much smaller.

This kind of bamboo was of no use before 2000, but after 2000, it became popular and used for root carving art, which was in short supply.