Rebirth Craftsman

Liu Xing naturally didn't know what the old black man thought.

Seeing that the lean middle-aged man saw some Nanzhu to the size, he immediately took up the mortise knife and made the mortise. For some that needed to be as fine as millimeters, he took the chisel to open the mortise.

There is no way, he can see that the villagers in Dongyu Village in front of him know some basic craftsmanship, but if they want to open a mortise, the technique is probably not achieved.

So it's better to do it yourself.

With the passage of time, dozens of villagers successively carried all the bamboo and fir they needed, and this manpower suddenly increased.

Some villagers wanted Liu Xing to rest, and told them to play the bamboo house.

Liu Xing wanted to do this very much, but in the end he saw that some villagers had been unhelpful, so he had to give up this idea.

He did everything in the key places of the bamboo house by himself. He was absolutely unambiguous and joking. If the bamboo house collapsed after construction, his fame would be planted in Dongyu Village.

Although he is still young now, many villagers regard him as a child, but since the next drudgery, he must do well.

This is the morality that a craftsman should have, and it is also the basic guarantee for being able to go out and eat.

The "framework" of the bamboo building is ready, and the next step is to "set the shape".

This must use fir.

Fortunately, there are many carpenters in Dongyu Village, and there are about a dozen carpenters.

They only need Liu Xing to talk about the specific method, as well as the size, which was produced in two clicks, and then placed around the "frame".

Since there are many firs in Dongyu Village, which are not worth money in Banqiao Town, Liu Xing made a decision without authorization, that is, to pave the entire floor of the bamboo building with fir.

If there is a slight unevenness, ask the carpenter to use the ink pen to deal with it.

When several villagers saw it, they said that they shouldn't be so elaborate, just just make it casually, but Liu Xing chased the villagers away with a black face and asked them to go to the village bamboo building to help with cooking.

For him, craftsmen have never thought of these two words casually when they do things. Once a habit is formed, the days of doing crafts outside will come to an end.

At twelve o'clock noon, the embryonic form of the bamboo building finally took shape with the busyness of dozens of villagers.

From a distance, it really has a little bit of bamboo charm.

Seeing that it was still early, Liu Xing gathered all the bamboo craftsmen who were resting, and asked them to "add sticks" to fix the vacant position of the bamboo building.

Set up, shape, add sticks, do tenon, and shape.

This is the most recent step in the construction of a bamboo building.

Liu Xing didn't reserve either, and at the moment he had the opportunity to tell them all.

But to be honest, there are not many people who can understand them. They will only do dead things. Once technical work is involved, they can't help standing still and don't know how to do it.

Liu Xing looked at and shook his head, and had to patiently explain in detail.

But some villagers are just stupid and can't learn everything.

Only then did Liu Xing understand one thing.

That is sometimes the difference between people is really big.

If you want to do things according to your own ideas, I'm afraid the sun will come out from the west.

This is not because the villagers of Dongyu Village want to target him, but in their eyes, they can only accept simple things like 1+1=2. Once it becomes complicated, they will not be able to turn a stick.

Later, Liu Xing learned that the reason for this was that most of the villagers in Dongyu Village had never read a book. Some words he said simply did not understand, and it was as uncomfortable as playing the piano to a cow.

Seeing that the construction of the bamboo building was in a hurry, it was time for dinner again, and Liu Xing had to stop the work in his hands. After washing the handles, he took all the bamboo buildings of the villagers' association.

What surprised Liu Xing was.

Director Zhang took a few peasant women on the drying farm and just started to wash rice and cook. The big grass carp from the reservoir hasn't been killed yet, and they randomly thrown on the ground and jumped around.

"Where is Village Chief Wang?" The somewhat hungry Liu Xing looked around before walking up to Director Zhang and asked.

"He and my Dakui used saltpeter to make popsicles in the bamboo building!" Director Zhang's eyes were a little excited: "Little Liu! Don't you know, my Dakui not only successfully made the popsicle mold, but also The popsicles were shipped to Banqiao Town and sold, and within half an hour, the two hundred popsicles were sold out."

"Oh!" Liu Xing was not surprised when he heard this.

After all, on this hot day, there is a popsicle in the mouth, which is very refreshing.

Seeing that Yaya was sitting at the gate and sucking and eating popsicles, she didn't put the bite of the bumblebee in her eyes at all, and walked over with a smile.

"Brother, my grandfather has made a lot of popsicles!" As soon as they met, Yaya passed the half-eaten popsicles to Liu Xing, her little face filled with joy.

Liu Xing looked at the answer, nor did he not answer. In a daze, he picked up Yaya and walked towards the bamboo building: "Brother doesn't eat Yaya's popsicles, just wait and ask the village chief!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Ya-Ya nodded her head, her little hand turned purple from the ice, she still refused to put the popsicle.

In the living room, Mr. Wang’s face bitten by a bumblebee was much better. At least his eyes were not in a line. He saw Liu Xing coming back. He picked up a popsicle in the mold and handed it over: "Little Liu, come and taste my craft."

"Hao Le!" Liu Xing put down the yaya in his hand, took the popsicle and ate it.

"Yeah! It tastes good!" Liu Xing couldn't help but praise.

The sweet taste is just right, that is, the mung beans are not as rough as the morning ones. After this bite, they are very icy.

No wonder Da Kui was shipped to Banqiao Town to sell it all at once. This is better than those professional wholesale popsicles!

Village Chief Wang knew that Liu Xing had not lied, so he smiled with relief: "Xiao Liu, you proposed the use of saltpeter to make popsicles. According to reason, we in Dongyu Village should not spy on the profit, but Our Dongyu Village is poor! So I want you to accompany you, can you make it convenient for us to earn money for food?"

"The chief of the village, if you say this, it’s not a good thing. If you want to use saltpeter to make popsicles to make money, just let it go. After all, this is a resource that you can use in Dongyu Village. condition."

Liu Xing's remarks didn't have any compliments. They were telling the truth, and the most important point was that he had never thought of using this saltpeter to make popsicles as his own.

Even if I want to, I am afraid that once it spreads, there is no secret at all. It is better to sell it to Dongyu Village alone.

Besides, there are seasons to buy popsicles. They can only be sold in summer. In winter and spring, I'm afraid no one will buy them.