Reborn Craftsman

Chapter 30
"Don't let yourself go down the stairs, just say twenty-five cents a catty, will you agree to sell it to me?" Liu Xing directly exposed the lame middle-aged man's trick of changing the subject, with a teasing smile in his words.

The lame middle-aged man's face darkened when he heard the words, and after scratching his face in embarrassment, he said, "Okay, it's only twenty-five cents, the first time you come to my place, treat it as a friend!"

"By the way, when do you want rice noodles?" the lame middle-aged man asked.

"No. 13 of the lunar calendar this month is the day to go to the market. My rice noodle shop is open, but you have to deliver it to your door!" Liu Xing said seriously: "Don't worry, I won't let you give it away for nothing. I will give you two points." The travel expenses for a catty of rice noodles."

"This... this...you let me think about it." Obviously, the crippled middle-aged man was moved by the two cents a catty toll, and completely forgot the previous rule of not delivering goods.

After all, at least 93 catties of rice noodles are delivered every day, so there is one yuan for travel expenses. This money seems a little small, but it was enough in [-]. If this is a big customer in front of me, he would ask for a few hundred catties a day Rice noodles, the travel expenses for two cents a catty of rice noodles are not easy.

After thinking about this, the crippled middle-aged man looked at Liu Xing pretending to be embarrassed: "Why don't I discuss it with my wife first?"

In fact, he doesn't have a wife at all, but he just wants Liu Xing to wait for him for a while, so that Liu Xing can see his "reservedness" and not pursue the rule of not delivering goods.

"Okay, but it's better not to be too long, I have to go to another rice noodle workshop to see!" Liu Xing checked the time: "I only give you 3 minutes!"

"3 minutes is too little! Then I just promise you and forget it, it's not a big deal!" The attitude of the lame middle-aged man suddenly made a 380-degree turn: "But you have to give some delivery first." Deposit, if you go back on your word, who shall I talk to?"

"That's for sure. I will not only give you a deposit, but also draw up a contract with you to clarify the rules of our business. When the time comes, the money and the goods will be settled, and no one will suffer!" Liu Xing replied earnestly. road.

"But I don't know how to write a contract?" The crippled middle-aged man scratched his head in embarrassment.

If he could write a contract, why would he stay at home and run a rice noodle workshop half dead.

"I will!" Liu Xing smiled lightly: "You can just bring paper and pen. If you don't believe the contract I made, you can go to someone you trust to have a look."

"Okay! Okay!" Now that Liu Xing has said this, what can the lame middle-aged man do? He immediately ran into the house to get a pen and paper. The village head nearby took a look.

Seeing that there was no problem, he ran back happily and signed a deposit with Liu Xing to collect the deposit.

But after Liu Xing left on the motorcycle, the crippled man realized that something was wrong. This matter was what he said earlier that he would not deliver the goods even if he was beaten to death. Why did he suddenly deliver the goods?

Although I changed my mind because of the two cents a catty of rice noodles, I don't know why, but I always feel a little weird.

"This kid named Liu Xing is not easy!" The crippled middle-aged man came to the conclusion in his heart. When he comes next time, he must be treated with courtesy, or he will be cheated unconsciously. Oh, it will definitely make me want to cry and I can't even find a place.

After all, I felt cheated this time.

……

When signing the contract for buying and selling rice noodles, Liu Xing learned that the lame middle-aged man was called 'Wang Houfu', and he was the nephew of 'Wang Jinchui', the head of the power plant village in the suburbs.

For now, Wang Houfu is the first person to open a rice noodle workshop in Changchang Village, and other villagers have no sense of following suit. This is the idea given to him by his sister who married far away, saying how profitable the rice noodle business is in other provinces. How hot.

If you don't seize the opportunity, it will be difficult to expand the rice noodle business in the future.

But everything is difficult at the beginning. In fact, Wang Houfu's rice noodle workshop has not opened up business at all. Few of the rice noodle breakfast shops in the city order his rice noodle, except for retail ones.

The reason is that apart from being unable to deliver goods, it is more likely to be monopolized by other rice noodle workshops, even if he lowers the price, he cannot enter the urban market.

The appearance of Liu Xing helped Wang Houfu open a hole in the current predicament, and shifted the focus of his business from the urban area to the countryside.

Of course, Liu Xing didn't know this, after he settled the matter of rice noodles, he rode his motorcycle back to the wonton shop.

At this time, the parents, Little Peanut, Liu Hang, and the fourth uncle were sleeping on the dining table. Maybe because they were tired these days, they all slept very hard. One of the stray dogs was lying under the dining table looking for something to eat, but they didn't find it. .

Seeing this scene, Liu Xing shook his head. He didn't wake them up, but after parking the motorcycle, he also found a quiet corner to rest.

Drowsy, I don't know how long I slept, when I heard my mother Zhu Meiling's voice: "Son, son! Wake up, it's past four o'clock, I can't sleep anymore!"

"Oh!" Liu Xing hurriedly rubbed his eyes and stood up when he heard the words. Looking around, his father and fourth uncle were sitting in the corner by the window and looking at him.

"Is there something wrong?" Liu Xing was puzzled.

"I'm waiting for you to go to the market to buy bamboo!" Father Liu Dageng said with a smile.

"If we don't go again, I'm afraid the sun will go down!" Fourth Uncle Liu Huaqing said teasingly.

"You two can go and buy it!" Liu Xing rubbed his face: "It's not that I don't know Nanzhu."

"We're afraid of being tricked!" Liu Dageng sighed softly, "You don't know that when you were sleeping, your fourth uncle and I went to the stall selling Nanzhu, but if we hadn't kept an eye out, we would have been almost cheated." Hundreds of dollars."

"Ah?" Liu Xing was taken aback for a moment.

Is the water in the Nanzhu market in the market in 1993 so deep?

If nothing else happened, he remembered that Nanzhu was bought and sold according to weight, and it could also be bought and sold according to the number of roots. How could such a simple transaction be cheated?
Liu Dageng said: "You won't believe it if you tell me. The bamboo sold in this market is sold in piles. After all, unlike fir, it is very cheap. Before my fourth uncle and I We picked a large pile, and we didn’t tell the bald boss about the price. We just asked him to guarantee that it was full of bamboos. Who knew that the money hadn’t been paid yet, but we found out that there were several snakes in the big pile of bamboos. Bamboo, and nearly a hundred 'burnt' southern bamboos, if you buy this, you will lose a lot!"

Snake bamboo is actually a kind of Nanzhu, but it is a mutated Nanzhu. Its body is not straight, but curved like a snake, so it is named Snake Bamboo.

The emergence of snake bamboo is usually caused by soil problems. The soil is full of hard rocks, so that the newly grown bamboo cannot absorb nutrients. The whole shape becomes crooked, even the trunk becomes larger than normal. The southern bamboo is much smaller.

This kind of bamboo was useless before 2000, but after 2000, it became popular and used in root carving art, which is in short supply.

(End of this chapter)