Reborn Craftsman

Chapter 3 Sweet Potato Steamed Rice

"I don't need any help, just lend me the bicycle for a while, Dad!" Liu Xing said with a smile.

There is no way, go to the market to sell dustpans, if you walk there for an hour or two, you can’t get there at all. After all, the country roads in 93 were still paved with sand, and it was muddy when it rained. When I got to the market, I am afraid that the market will be over long ago, so there must be a means of transportation.

In [-], motorcycles had not yet appeared in large quantities in rural areas, even if they were, they were exclusive to local tyrants, and only bicycles were the main force on the road.

Father's bicycle was bought when he got married. It is a well-known Phoenix brand. It is the only valuable thing in the house. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to borrow it, but today Liu Dageng is an exception: "You ride it! Anyway, where am I today? Not going either, the brick embryos made by our family in Houshan were all washed away by the heavy rain last night, after breakfast we have to clean them up and see if any survived."

"Isn't it?" Liu Xing was a little sad when he heard the words.

In the countryside, I don’t know that since the [-]s, red brick houses have sprung up, but most farmers have no money to buy bricks, so they make brick embryos by themselves, and burn red bricks by themselves. As someone who has been there, Liu Xing is very clear about it.

If you are lucky, there is good-quality yellow mud around the house, and the red bricks produced by firing are very good, but if you are unlucky, it is like his father, who used sand and mud to burn red bricks, but when it rained It will dissipate, and the yellow mud will not appear such a phenomenon.

At least it will not collapse in a large area, because the yellow mud is sticky.

Thinking of this, Liu Xing looked at Liu Dageng: "Dad! Don't worry about the collapse of the brick embryos. In my opinion, you should find a way to make more money. With money, there will be more bricks in the brick factory."

Liu Xing said this while looking at his father's face. If he felt wrong, he would immediately shut up. After all, he knew that such words could not be said at his age.

"Hey! It's easy to say, but is the money so easy to earn?" Liu Dageng didn't notice it at all: "Your uncle worked as a carpenter with Wang Laizi for a year last year, and it is said that he didn't even get his living expenses now!"

The implication is that no skilled person can make money, so where does he, a veteran who has returned from the army, go to make money.

As a man, who doesn't want to make money to support the family, but suffers from having no way out, so he can only work at home to make ends meet.

This is not just his current thinking. In Qingshi Village in 1993, there were many farmers who thought this way. Because they had not read much, they were like frogs at the bottom of a well and did not dare to venture outside.

Liu Xing was well aware of the inside story, so he didn't say anything more, but continued to concentrate on weaving the dustpan, because he knew that his father had no hope, and it was useless for him to say more now.

It is the best choice to make money with practical actions and to recruit father into the group.

He has been reborn. Although he is only 14 years old, he has a soul in his forties, so he must think twice before doing things. It is not his character to be frizzy.

With the passage of time, the bamboo sticks on the ground soon turned into dustpans. Liu Xing counted them randomly, and there were 31 of them.

But it's not too late, it's already past nine o'clock in the morning, if you don't go to the market to sell, I'm afraid you will miss the best time.

So Liu Xing tied the dustpan with bamboo sticks and carried it home twice. As for Little Peanut, she could go by herself, and even helped bring a dustpan home.

From afar, the smell of sweet potato and steamed rice came from the kitchen. Liu Xing didn't want to have breakfast at home, but smelling this long-lost smell, he immediately picked up his sister and ran to the kitchen.

The shaven-headed and thin younger brother Liu Hang has come back from herding cattle. He is holding a sweet potato and eating it at the door. For him, eating sweet potatoes every day is simply unpalatable.

But I have to eat it, because in Qingshi Village, some families still can't eat sweet potatoes.

Seeing this scene, Liu Xing couldn't help laughing: "Hang Yazi, are sweet potatoes so unpalatable?"

"I've been eating this for two months, do you think it's unpalatable?" Liu Hang rolled his eyes and replied.

"I said it's not bad!" Liu Xing put down his sister, picked up the big bowl from the cupboard and walked into the kitchen.

After decades, this kind of pure natural delicacy cooked with charcoal will no longer be available. Liu Xing does not agree with it if it is unpalatable.

In the kitchen near the window, a middle-aged woman sitting on a small bench was holding red charcoal with tongs. When she saw Liu Xing coming in, she even raised her head and asked, "Listen to your father, you are so early in the morning. Are you tinkering with the dustpan?"

"Hmm!" Liu Xing scooped up half a bowl of rice soup with a spoon, then picked up a sweet potato, blew it and ate it.

The middle-aged woman is Liu Xing's mother 'Zhu Meiling', she is in good shape, with short hair cut to the ears, and there are several big patches on the clothes on her shoulders, but for some reason, Liu Xing dare not look at her mother carefully at this time, Because he was afraid that he would cry when he touched the scene.

After all, the mother in the kitchen was much younger, and it was very different from his old mother's appearance decades later in his memory.

Little Peanut also ran into the kitchen at this time, and she raised her cute little head: "Brother! Eat quickly, Baba has already tied the dustpan to the bicycle for you. If you go to the market late, there will be no meat." The meat was eaten."

"You little guy!" Liu Xing shook his head: "Don't worry, it's not too late!"

Rural markets are held on the [-]rd and [-]th of every month, and there are usually no people around [-] pm.

It's only past nine o'clock now, even if it takes half an hour to ride a bicycle, it will arrive at around ten o'clock at most, so he is not worried at all.

When Liu Hang heard that Liu Xing was going to the market, he was so happy that he died: "Brother, take me with you!"

Going to the market is delicious and fun for him, so he must go.

"How do you get there? There are dustpans on the back rack of the bicycle!" Mother 'Zhu Meiling' stood up at this moment: "Don't go around for a summer vacation, I will pick out brick embryos with your father later, and I will cook braised pork for lunch. You three eat."

"Okay...Okay!" Liu Hang shrank his neck and nodded reluctantly. He had no choice but to let the cows eat the rice from Wang Bao's house in the neighboring village when he fell asleep while herding the cows yesterday. It's still not healed yet, so I have to be obedient, or I will definitely take care of my family later.

"And you!" Zhu Meiling turned her head to look at Liu Xing: "Dustpans are not a sought-after item in the market. If the price is right, sell them. Don't buy any of them."

"Understood, Mom!" Liu Xing smiled and nodded.

He is not a teenager now, how could he make such a low-level mistake.

Liu Hang saw that his mother started to scold Liu Xing, so he picked up a sweet potato on the stove and ran away.

For him, the father of this family is kind, while the mother is a tigress, who must take a detour when encountering it.

However, today Liu Hang was bad enough, and before he could slip out of the kitchen door, Liu Dageng blocked him, and after he said where are you going, he dragged him to the back of the mountain. Obviously, he was going to clean up the bricks.

Liu Xing saw this scene in his eyes and suddenly felt it was funny.

　PS: These two points need to be updated once, and when things are done, they will update [-] words every day!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)