Rebirth Craftsman

Ahu, who hadn't spoken on the side, said, "What else can his elderly do? Seeing that the pigs are very profitable in the past two years, so he summed up with all the villagers in Dongyu Village and bought thousands of piglets at once. Raise, I thought that I would make a fortune if I was going to be released soon, who knew that all of them were infected with No. 7 disease, and they were gone all at once!"

"The dozen pigs raised by my little fox are all dead!" Ahu said, his distressed eyes were red.

"Oh... it's all my fault!" Village Chief Wang sighed reproachfully.

After Liu Xing knew the inside story, he was holding his head without knowing what to say for a while.

If Mr. Wang told him about pig raising in advance, he would not lose so much money at all, because he had known the inside story of No. 7 disease, but now... he really didn't know what to say.

After all, the original intention of Village Chief Wang was good.

There is no luck in making money!

"Liu Xing, although I am getting older, I think I can still use some aspects of constructing bamboo bridges?" Village Chief Wang said softly, putting aside the original dull topic.

"Don't say that, grandpa!" Liu Xing checked the time on the phone: "Let's do it! If you want, you can visit the main structure of the bamboo bridge now, and then from tomorrow, help supervise and direct the construction. The main structure of the one-way street on the other side."

"As for wages, let's just have one hundred yuan a day for the time being!" Liu Xing added after thinking about it.

After all, Mr. Wang came here to make money. If he doesn't explain his wages clearly, I'm afraid Mr. Wang will panic in his heart.

"One hundred yuan a day? This... is this too much?" As soon as the village chief heard this number, he shouted out loudly.

In his mind, if he can have ten or twenty yuan a day, he is already very content. After all, he is this age. If he didn't rely on his old face to look for Liu Xing, he was afraid that others would dare to ask him. .

"Grandpa village chief, don't make a fuss. For the craftsmen who build bamboo bridges here, which one's average salary is not 100 yuan a day, if you take less, you are looking down on Liu Xing, know?" Ahu Ren Can't help but complain.

"Really?" Village Chief Wang looked at Liu Xing in surprise. Seeing Liu Xing nodded with a faint smile, he smiled awkwardly.

It seems that it is correct to follow Ahu to find Liu Xing this time. As long as the villagers of Dongyu Village who came with him do a good job, I am afraid that within a few months, they will earn back the money they lost in raising pigs.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang's mood improved. He picked up the dry tobacco and smoked happily. Before Liu Xing could explain, he walked towards the main structure of the bamboo bridge with his hands on his back.

When I saw that the handmade quality of the bamboo bridge was very good, I couldn't help but smile.

But soon there was a look of horror on his face. It turned out that he only discovered that the main structure of the entire bamboo bridge was a pipa tenon. It was just because Liu Xing made a lot of improvements when making it, so he didn't pay attention to it for a while. It's not coming out.

"This kid, I really can't see it!" While sighing, the village chief quickly climbed onto the scaffolding aside and studied carefully.

Who knows that he was pulled down by a round-faced craftsman who hadn't worked it out yet: "You old man is not good, staying in a safe place, why do you climb onto this scaffold?"

"Can you control it?" Village Chief Wang got angry in a daze.

After all, Liu Xing didn't talk to him like that during the construction of the bamboo bridge. It was really outrageous that someone who didn't know would dare to attack him.

"Of course I am in charge. I am the team leader here, and I am responsible for everyone's safety!" said the round-faced craftsman.

"Then do you know who I am?" Village Chief Wang couldn't help laughing as soon as he heard the words group leader.

"Who are you?" The round-faced craftsman asked several Dongyu villagers approaching in confusion.

"I am Liu Xing's grandfather!" Village Chief Wang said with a sneer.

Seeing that the round-faced craftsman did not believe him, he added: "I am not afraid to tell you that Liu Xing's craftsmanship is all taught by me. You are here to give me pointers, it is not enough!"

"Huh? Really?" The round-faced craftsman was a little afraid.

"Of course it is true, otherwise you think anyone can come to the main structure of the bamboo bridge to check the situation!" said a burly Dongyu villager.

"You! You will have to listen to Mr. Wang's command in the future. If you don't believe it, you will know if you ask Liu Xing!" Wang Jiabao also ran over at this time. After asking the situation, he teased the round face craftsman. .

The group leader is a bit remarkable among hundreds of craftsmen, but in front of Mr. Wang, that is absolutely nothing.

Only then did the round-faced craftsman know that a disaster had happened, and he hurriedly scratched his head without knowing what to say.

Village Chief Wang smiled: "Go and do your business! I'm not a caregiver. Don't talk to me like this next time."

"Hmm! Hmm!" Hearing this, the round-faced craftsman couldn't ask for it, and immediately turned around and ran away.

Village Chief Wang looked at and shook his head.

The reason why I don’t care about this round-faced craftsman is because there are a lot of people who build bamboo bridges, and the safety issues must be in place. Although the round-faced craftsman speaks awkwardly, it is because of his safety.

Of course, the most important point is that this round-faced craftsman didn't know him because it was the first time there were so many people here, so it is understandable that such a misunderstanding was caused.

Seeing a villager from Dongyu Village next to the load-bearing beam had a crooked mortise, he couldn't help but kicked it: "Big cat, did your kid miss his wife again last night? How to do things is a bit energetic No? I’m telling you! The supervisor who will build the bamboo bridge in the future is me. If I dare to make a mistake, I will keep you from seeing your wife in the future."

"The village chief... me... I don't want to make more money? So the speed is a little faster!" Although the villager of Dongyu village named Da Mao was kicked, he didn't dare to send any more. Temper, but accompanied the smiling face to explain.

"If you want more money, you don't pay attention to quality! I tell you this is the only time! Next time I will just call you go!" Village Chief Wang whispered.

"Hey! Hey!" The big cat nodded in a cold sweat.

"I'm telling you, this mortise is a skill. Come... I'll teach you!" Village Chief Wang rolled up his sleeves and demonstrated immediately.

But he didn't dare to do it for too long, because his Tesuji was injured by the organ when he rescued Ahu's parents at the Tomb of the God of War, Dongyu, and it hurts so much as long as he encounters cold weather.

The craftsmanship can also be very painful, so he said in front of Liu Xing that he can't make organs now. Of course, this is also true.

A fact that even the supernatural doctor Zhao cannot cure.

On Liu Xing’s side, seeing that Mr. Wang quickly became acquainted with hundreds of craftsmen, he smiled with satisfaction. To be honest, his team that builds the bamboo bridge needs the cohesion of Mr. Wang to be so cohesive. People who know the craft come to town.

I haven't thought of this before, but now it seems that the old saying is right, there is an old family, like a treasure.

This team of craftsmen who built the bamboo bridge, with Mr. Wang, is afraid that the construction progress will speed up again.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, he took Ahu with him and walked towards Lao Li's open-air kitchen.

Now that there are nearly 20 more people, it is natural for Lao Li to cook a few more people's meals.

What surprised him was that just after talking to Lao Li about cooking more, the head of Village Tang and Patriarch Zhuang led a dozen local villagers in Xiangxi and appeared in front of him in a hurry.

I thought I was also looking for him to help build bamboo bridges to make money to support the family. Who knows that I was wrong when I asked them. They wanted to ask God Doctor Zhao to help treat the sick pigs in the family.

Most of these live pigs are blistering and swollen at the position of the trotter and the mouth of the pig, and they have a high fever and do not eat.

As soon as Liu Xing heard this symptom, he knew it was No. 7 disease.

At present, I am afraid that there is no medicine to treat.

But he didn't want to tell these Xiangxi villagers directly, but after talking to Ahu, he took them to the tent where the doctor Zhao was.

Doctor Zhao was sitting at the door of the tent chatting with Qinglian. Seeing that Liu Xing had brought so many Xiangxi villagers over, he quickly got up and greeted him in a daze.

"Mr. Zhao, you have to save dozens of live pigs in our Crucian Carp Village!" Village Chief Tang said with a sad face when they met.

There is no way. It is not easy to raise a pig in a rural area. Many of them rely on the pigs to be raised and sold to maintain a year's expenses.

If a half-old pig died of illness, it would have killed many Xiangxi villagers.

"Don't worry, let's talk about the symptoms first!" Although the genius doctor Zhao guessed that the No.7 disease had spread to Xiangxi, he couldn't help asking.

"It's just that the pig's hooves are all rotten, and many of the pig's legs can't walk. There are many blisters on the pig's mouth, and it is very red and swollen!" Chief Zhuang replied first.

"It's No. 7 disease!" Qing Lian even said as soon as he heard what the Chief Zhuang said.

The pigs he encountered in the pigsty of the villagers' homes in Dongyu Village all had such symptoms, but they were generally not saved, because the No. 7 disease... there was no cure.

Dr. Zhao's expression was also a little ugly, but he did not bluntly refuse the request of these Xiangxi villagers. After talking to Qinglian to look after the house, he walked into the tent and came out with the medicine box on his back: "You can lead the way~!"

"Let's go here!" Seeing that Doctor Zhao didn't show up at all, the village chief quickly walked ahead and led the way.

Several other villagers gratefully followed behind.

Liu Xing originally wanted to go and have a look together, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

After all, he didn't know the medical skills, and it was useless to go, and he might also cause trouble to the supernatural doctor Zhao.

Thinking of this, after he had spoken to Qinglian, he would rest in the tent he was in.

Who knows that he hadn’t arrived yet, he saw Tang Qianqian who put on a new dress, holding a lame little suckling pig, whispering to Tang Tang who made herbal tea. When he talked about happy places, his big eyes smiled. The crescent moon.

"Qianqian why did you come here?" Liu Xinglian asked, who was approaching.

It's going to get dark soon. To tell the truth, he can't worry about Tang Qianqian walking back at night alone, while Tang Guoqing and Tang Tang have lived in a tent these days and haven't gone back because they have a long way home.

"Of course it was delivered by my Ma Ma by bike!" Tang Qianqian looked back at Liu Xing with a thick smile on her small face. Seeing Liu Xing staring at the little suckling pig in his hand, she immediately said: "This is the pet that I gave to me, named Xiao Ba Jie, that sounds great!"

Now her family is making money from picking tea ears, so naturally they have to buy transportation tools like bicycles and some new daily necessities.

As for the suckling pig, it is purely for fun.

"Well, this name sounds good!" Liu Xing couldn't help but smile.

"Brother Liu Xing, don’t listen to Qianqian’s nonsense. This little suckling pig was dying from illness before. Seeing that it was a bit wasted, my mother gave it to Qianqian to play for a few days. Alright!" Tang Tang's slumped mouth even told the truth.

"Even so, but it's the pet that Ma Ma gave me, okay?" Tang Qianqian made a grimace at Tang Tang: "And you know? This little Bajie was not played well by me, but ate our village. A kind of grass is getting better. Why don’t you and mom, sister, believe what I said?"

"Of course I don't believe it!" Tang Tang gave Qianqian a white look.

If the pig is sick and eats any kind of grass, then pork should be very cheap in this world.

Liu Xing didn't think so. He looked at Tang Qianqian: "Did your little Ba Jie be ill before the pig's hoof was rotten, and there were a lot of blisters in the position of the mouth?"

"Well, um! I said it was disease No. 7 and it couldn't be cured, but after I fed Xiaobajie a few mouthfuls of grass, it was all right. If you don't believe me, look at my Xiaobajie. That's fine!" Tang Qianqian handed the little suckling pig in front of Liu Xing, with seriousness in her words: "It's a pity that his hind legs are always lame. It would be great if he was healthy."

As soon as Liu Xing heard this, he was silent and asked: "Qianqian, tell your brother, do you still know the kind of grass Xiao Bajie eats?"