Reborn Craftsman

Chapter 10 The key to the original secret recipe is this
After the meal, Liu Xing's family got busy.

This time it is not about dealing with brick embryos, but about making dustpans.

After all, someone booked a thousand with Liu Xing. This is a big order, and it must not be sloppy.

Liu Dageng and Zhu Meiling even had a plan in their hearts. If the sales of this dustpan were good, they would stop growing vegetables and raising pigs in the future, and would go to the market to sell bamboo products to make money to support their families.

But making a dustpan is not as easy as they imagined. It is easy to cut down the bamboo, but it is a bit difficult to turn it into a wide and thick strip. Several times, the couple hurt their fingers because of their impatience.

Liu Xing saw it in his eyes and kept it in his heart. After a light smile, he put down his work and patiently taught him some tricks to break bamboo strips.

Although my parents are farmers, they learned things very quickly, and they mastered the essence of broken bamboo strips in just two strokes.

This made Liu Xing very pleased and happy.

If things go on like this, there should be no problem taking out three or four hundred dustpans in the next game.

After all, there are many people and strength, and with the help of parents, the speed of making dustpans is very fast.

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The younger brother Liu Hang and the younger sister Peanut also helped out. Although there is limited room for them to help, it is better than what he can do alone.

But now there is a problem in front of him, that is, Nanzhu is not enough to make a thousand dustpans.

At night, the parents also discovered the problem.

Their solution was to go to another house in the village to buy bamboo.

After all, Nanzhu is everywhere in Qingshi Village, and the price is cheap.

For this solution, Liu Xing naturally has no opinion.

And to his surprise, the price of Nanzhu is cheaper than he imagined.

At noon on the second day, my parents bought the Nanzhu from a large mountain in Liu Ji's family for 30 yuan, and Liu Ji also promised to send all the Nanzhu home.

This price...

Liu Xing wanted to persuade his parents to open a shop specializing in making bamboo strip products in the market.

But reason told him that he must not do this.

Because bamboo products will soon be phased out.

Once people at the age of their parents invest in it, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to change in the future.

In the blink of an eye in the busy time, it will be the seventh day of the lunar calendar.

There is only one day left before the market on the eighth.

Liu Xing's house was full of dustpans, the number reached as many as [-].

Liu Dageng was afraid that he would not be able to sell it, so he stopped weaving: "Liu Xing, do you think the proprietress of the soy bean shop is lying to you, since she wants you to give it to him if you have a dustpan, why do you have to go to the market to give it to him?"

"Because in her eyes, it is estimated that we make dustpans to fill the household, not the main business!" Liu Xing patiently explained: "But Dad, you are right, why don't I go to her to ask after dinner. ?”

"Okay!" Liu Dageng nodded in agreement.

If he didn't ask clearly about this matter, he would feel panicked in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Liu Xing, but that many villagers in the village are paying attention to the movement of their house. When they see that they are weaving dustpans, they all suspect that they are watching a joke.

After all, the dustpan is not a technical job at all. If a person wants to learn it, it will take a few days.

If it is possible to make money in mass production, then the price of Nanzhu in Qingshi Village may increase.

After two o'clock in the afternoon.

After eating, Liu Xing rode his bicycle to Zhang Xiaoying's tempeh shop.

To his surprise, even if it was not a market day, the business of Zhang Xiaoying's soya bean shop was still booming.

He even saw a minivan with a foreign license plate parked next to it, waiting for the fermented soybeans to be loaded.

"Is this fermented soy bean so popular?" Liu Xing really couldn't believe it. Taking advantage of the absence of Zhang Xiaoying, the proprietress of the fermented bean shop, he grabbed the fermented bean in one of the dustpans beside him and began to search.

The first feeling is that this tempeh is very fragrant.

This kind of aroma is very special, and it cannot be imitated by other tempeh workshops around.

But Liu Xing's keen sense of smell told him that this scent was very familiar to him, and the scent of Nanzhu was mixed in it.

If it wasn't for the bamboo craftsman's birth, he would never have smelled it.

"That's right! There's also the smell of rosin!" Liu Xing smelled a familiar scent again. The rosin was mixed with the faint scent of Nanzhu, which was almost inaudible. This is the source of the special scent of tempeh in this soy shop.

"I finally remembered, what is the secret recipe of this fermented soya bean!" Liu Xing put the fermented soya bean in his hand into the dustpan, with a confident smile on his face.

Sister Zhang’s fermented soybeans are made with common ingredients, such as the main ingredients of mud beans, soybeans, and cooking wine for fermentation. They are all common, but she knows how to ingeniously integrate the fragrance of bamboo and rosin into the taste. Tempeh to go.

This is not easy. In 19, the secret recipe for making tempeh was cracked, and few people can do it.

The fragrance of Nanzhu comes from the dustpan.

Especially the dustpan made of wet bamboo can thoroughly integrate the fragrance of Nanzhu into the fermented soybeans more quickly and thoroughly, which is one of the reasons why Sister Zhang favors his dustpan made of wet bamboo.

Once the fragrance of bamboo is integrated into the fermented soybeans, the value will increase hundreds of times. This is what a craftsman who made fermented soybeans told Liu Xing himself decades later.

As for the scent of rosin, anyone can do it.

After all, the wooden shelves that rely on the dustpan are all made of pine trees.

The pine tree itself has the taste of rosin, and after special high-temperature treatment, it is easy to blend into the tempeh.

But Liu Xing didn't know the inside story about this high temperature treatment.

If he knew, he would be able to make exactly the same tempeh right now.

It can also be as hot as Sister Zhang's tempeh shop.

"Huh?" Liu Xing, who was in his thoughts, was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

He looked back and saw that it was Zhang Xiaoying, he couldn't help laughing for a moment: "Sister Zhang, your business is too hot, isn't it?"

"It's okay!" Zhang Xiaoying, with her sleeves rolled up, casually glanced around, Guazi's face was covered with sweat: "Why are you here today, isn't it tomorrow to go to the market?"

"I know it's tomorrow, but I told my dad that you need a lot of dustpans. He made more than 400 of them in one go. This one-time bicycle can't be shipped! So the old man sent me to ask, Ask if the dustpan can be delivered today, so as not to have to match up with the market tomorrow!" Liu Xing did not hide, and expressed his future intentions openly.

After all, he knew the secret recipe for making tempeh, and knew that Zhang Xiaoying was in urgent need of a dustpan made of Nanzhu, especially his dustpan made of wet bamboo.

Sure enough, when Zhang Xiaoying heard that Liu Xing’s dustpans had reached more than 400 in a few days, the sweet dimples appeared on the happy Guazi’s face: “Great, I still had a headache about the dustpans yesterday, You told me the good news today, you are really my lucky star."

"Wait! I'll get you the money right now, and when you get back, ask your dad to bring all the dustpans over!" Zhang Xiaoying said, turned around and ran towards the nearby shop.

(End of this chapter)