Reborn Craftsman

Chapter 11

This impatient...

Liu Xing really wanted to stop Zhang Xiaoying, but seeing Zhang Xiaoying's happy face, he didn't speak again. After all, he was sending money to him. If he stopped him, he would be too sorry for himself.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoying came out with a stack of banknotes, but she suddenly limped for some reason, and behind her was a tall young man who looked very similar.

The tall young man had red lotion on his arms and on his face. It was obvious that he was injured, otherwise it wouldn't have happened.

Liu Xing looked at Zhang Xiaoying suspiciously: "Sister, what happened to your feet?"

"Don't mention it, I fell!" Zhang Xiaoying gritted her teeth.

"Did you fall? Did you fall while riding a motorcycle?" Liu Xing immediately thought of the reason.

"Hmm!" Zhang Xiaoying admitted with a wry smile.

Liu Xing couldn't help but also laughed: "Sister, riding a motorcycle is for practice, not for riding a bicycle. It looks like you fell well. I have seen the worst one. He even broke his kneecap. A permanent disability."

"Really?" The tall young man beside Zhang Xiaoying cried out.

"Am I like a braggart?" Liu Xing spread his hands.

"Like!" Zhang Xiaoying raised her eyebrows with a smile in her eyes.

"Pull it down!" Liu Xing pouted.

The things he said were things he saw with his own eyes. If he was bragging, he couldn't say it so naturally.

"Chi Chi... I'm not joking with you anymore!" Zhang Xiaoying saw that there were many people waiting for her to deliver the goods at the door of the store, so she handed Liu Xing a stack of banknotes in her hand: "Here is 800 yuan, which is four hundred yuan. For the money of a dustpan, if your family is capable of producing 1 a month, I will take it."

"Really?" This time it was Liu Xing's turn to be surprised: "Only your row of shops can hold 1 dustpans?"

"This is just a branch of my family!" The tall young man on the side said: "In Banqiao Town, my family also has a large private workshop! It specializes in bulk processing of beans that have not been dried. Of course, what my sister said before 1 dustpans is just a metaphor."

"You are?" Liu Xing looked up and down the tall young man who was talking.

"My brother Zhang Xiaoyu!" Zhang Xiaoying introduced with a smile.

"Nice to meet you!" The tall young man nodded slightly.

"Me too!" Liu Xing suddenly realized.

No wonder they look so similar, the original reason is here.

Zhang Xiaoying put 800 yuan into Liu Xing's hands, and suddenly became serious: "Your dustpans are very well made, and I can trust them, so there is an extra [-] cents on the original price, and each counts as two yuan each." , this is a very reasonable price in the surrounding area, you should know, but I have a small request."

"What request?" Liu Xing asked casually.

"From now on, all the wet dustpans woven by your family will be sold to my sister! I want as many sisters as there are, okay?" Zhang Xiaoying looked at Liu Xing.

"Okay! But the ugly words come first, too many dustpans may not be able to be made, because the raw materials are limited!" Liu Xing did not show politeness to Zhang Xiaoying, and collected the 800 yuan.

This is his first pot of gold after rebirth, so he must accept it. If it disappears for some reason, then he will cry to someone.

As for the material of the dustpan, it is a deadlock in Qingshi Village, which cannot be changed at all, so he does not intend to solve it.

Why do you say this way.

Firstly, Nanzhu suitable for weaving bamboo strips does not grow in a day or two, but takes two to three years, and some living conditions are not good, and even need five or six years.

Second, the reason why Qingshi Village is called Qingshi Village is that most of the soil is made of blue stones, which is not suitable for the growth of Nanzhu at all. Even the surrounding villages do not have much Nanzhu, but they make dustpans in large quantities. According to his estimation, there are enough materials to make hundreds of thousands of dustpans.

Once the news of his family making money by making dustpans spreads, the price of this bamboo will definitely increase, and it will be a big increase. At that time, even if it is a dustpan that costs three yuan a piece, it will not make much money.

How did Zhang Xiaoying know the inside story, but she reminded: "Liu Xing, I forgot to say that the dustpan you made for me must be woven from Nanzhu. Count how much, remember not to use other bamboos to make up the number.”

"No problem!" Liu Xing agreed with a smile.

Although he knew about Sister Zhang's little thoughts, he didn't intend to expose them.

After all, if his family wanted to survive the difficulties in the early stage, they all relied on weaving dustpans.

And Nanzhu is the key, if the key is exposed, I am afraid that the business will be lost.

"Then hurry up and bring over the dustpans you've woven!" Zhang Xiaoying checked the time: "My sister will treat you to dinner in the evening, by the way! Be sure to ask your father to come too!"

"Okay!" Liu Xing nodded, turned around and rode his bicycle away.

Sister Zhang asked her father to have dinner together. I'm afraid it's not as simple as imagined. She must have thought that her father was the master bamboo craftsman of his family. The more you can make money by using the craftsmanship of bamboo craftsmen.

"Yingzi! Do you trust this child just like that?" Zhang Xiaoyu watched Liu Xing disappear from sight, then turned to look at Zhang Xiaoying, with a hint of displeasure in her words: "I haven't even seen the 400 dustpans yet, so I just Did you give 800 yuan first?"

800 yuan was not a small amount in 93, it could have been the wages of wage earners for several months.

"Don't treat Liu Xing as a child, then you will be wrong!" Zhang Xiaoying said with a smile: "According to her sister, the thirty or so wet dustpans that our family bought before were from Liu Xing. Hand of the Star."

"Really?" Zhang Xiaoyu was a little surprised.

There are a lot of bamboo strip makers in the surrounding area, but none of them can wet bamboo strips. Otherwise, his soy bean shop would not have to worry about a good quality dustpan.

"It shouldn't be wrong. Sister Liu Xing is only four or five years old. Do you think she can deceive people?" Zhang Xiaoying looked at Zhang Xiaoyu: "And do you know? A few days ago I flew into the ditch on a motorcycle, and it was Liu Xing helped me to ride up, that confidence, that kind of riding skills, really impressed me."

"So you want to make friends with Liu Xing, the 800 yuan is just a touchstone!" Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly realized, and at the same time his face was a little ugly: "I understand, I understand, Liu Xing is so young, his family must have Master bamboo craftsman, otherwise Yingzi would not be worthy of you doing this."

A master bamboo craftsman is worth a lot to his Zhang family now.

"Smart!" Zhang Xiaoying smiled lightly.

Her family's tempeh is not only famous in the surrounding area, but also many hotels and restaurants in the city are rushing to order it. The business is so hot that it has far exceeded the speed of production.

This is due to the complicated secret recipes, but to a greater extent, the dustpan made by Nanzhu limits the output of tempeh.

She once went to the coast to find a master to make a dustpan made of wet strips to make up for the shortcomings, but the transportation and production costs were too high, and she had to give up in the end.

But now Liu Xing suddenly appeared in front of her with a wet bamboo dustpan, and the price was only two yuan each, not to mention that even the quality was good without any problems. For her, this was undoubtedly a timely help.

If you don't grasp this opportunity well, you are almost a fool.

As the Zhang family, Zhang Xiaoyu naturally knew this inside story, he sighed, and the image of Liu Xing in his mind suddenly became mysterious.

Because the bamboo craftsman seems simple, in fact, it is not so difficult to successfully make bamboo products.

Take the wet bamboo dustpan as an example!
He once wanted to recruit four or five bamboo craftsmen to open a bamboo crafts shop to achieve mass production, so as to make up for the shortage of dustpans in soy sauce shops.

But the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Dustpans made of wet bamboo are either deformed or collapsed under the high temperature exposure, which cannot meet the ideal requirements at all.

Only then did he realize that bamboo craftsmen should not be underestimated, there is a lot of knowledge in this.

No wonder many people say that every line is like a mountain, and this bamboo craftsman is probably the same. Although there are many things that look simple, they just can't pry into the secrets.

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(End of this chapter)