Reborn Craftsman

Chapter 4 Going to the Market
"What are you laughing at?" The next second, Liu Xing greeted his mother, Zhu Meiling, with a slap in the face: "You said that you are already in the second year of junior high school, and you don't study hard. What kind of craftsmanship are you trying to do? You want to be a bamboo craftsman in the future. ?”

"No!" Liu Xing gritted his teeth and rubbed his forehead. The strength of his mother's chestnut burst was not light, and it was swollen.

"Then why is your craftsmanship better than your grandfather's?" Zhu Meiling continued to ask.

If you don't want to be a bamboo craftsman, you will never weave it with your heart.

"That's good?" Liu Xing asked back pretending to be confused, knowing the meaning of the words.

Without waiting for his mother to reply, he continued: "Mom! I just want to use the dustpan to exchange two catties of meat, but there is no other meaning. Besides, even if I don't know how to make bamboo sticks, it is not material for studying. It's not like you don't know."

He remembered that his academic performance was very partial, and his Chinese and mathematics were not bad, but his English was not good. If it weren't for the multiple choice questions, he would probably get [-] or [-] points at most.

"Ah! Silly boy, if you don't study, you can only farm at home like your father, and you will have no future!" Mother 'Zhu Meiling' said earnestly.

"Don't worry, it won't happen. There are 360 ​​skills in this world. If you can be the number one scholar, I can still be successful if I don't know how to study!" After Liu Xing said this, he drank the rice soup in the big bowl in one gulp, and then He walked away from the kitchen while eating sweet potatoes.

"This child is so stubborn!" Mother Zhu Meiling shook her head. Seeing that Little Peanut hadn't eaten breakfast, she immediately took a spoon to fill a bowl of rice soup and put it on the stove.

When he looked up at the door, he found that Peanut was already sitting on the dustpan on the back of the bicycle and coquettish with Liu Xing: "Brother, take me to the market, just once?"

"No!" Liu Xing had no choice but to turn to his mother Zhu for help.

If this little peanut goes, I'm afraid all the money-making plans in his mind will be ruined.

"Take Peanut!" Unexpectedly, the mother 'Zhu Meiling' did not lose her temper, but softly said to Liu Xing.

"Yeah!" Little Peanut cheered happily.

"Why?" Liu Xing asked suspiciously.

"It's very busy at home today. You should know that if the good bricks are not cleaned out as soon as possible, then we won't be able to fire the kiln next month!" Mother gave Liu Xing the answer he wanted, and turned around to continue working. .

Liu Xing had a headache, but he didn't continue to struggle, but pushed the bicycle and walked towards the market.

Instead of wasting time at home, it's better to do these trivial things by yourself.

Seeing Little Peanut sitting on the back rack of the bicycle and looking around, Liu Xing picked up a handful of Nanzhu leaves that had been cut off and fell on the ground before, and some broken branches of Nanzhu, and made them at the fastest speed. A handmade grasshopper came out.

This handmade grasshopper is lifelike, even has tentacles, and it is also a kind of bamboo craftsman's craftsmanship. Although Liu Xing can make it very quickly, in fact, it can't reach this level without more than ten years of technique.

"Wow!" Little Peanut looked at the handmade grasshopper in Ye Tian's hands, and his eyes widened in admiration.

"I'll play with you, but you have to be obedient, and hold my brother's waist tightly with both hands later!" Liu Xing handed the handmade grasshopper to Little Peanut.

"Okay! Okay!" Little Peanut took the handmade grasshopper and quickly put it away.

Liu Xing looked at the sky and wanted to go directly to the market, but suddenly he bent down and picked up a large number of discarded bamboo leaves and branches on the ground, and put them on the bicycle. In the middle of the dustpan, I turned over and rode away slowly on the bicycle until I felt stable.

Seeing this, Little Peanut who was sitting in the back quickly reached out and hugged Liu Xing's waist tightly, and made a mischievous face at Liu Hang who was envious not far away.

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When Liu Xing rushed to the market, it was already a quarter past ten in the morning.

This is the peak time for the villagers of Qingshi Village, Luoluo Village and other nearby villages to go to the market. As far as the eye can see, the market is full of people, bustling and bustling.

Liu Xing was not in the mood to watch the excitement, he was looking for a temporary booth while pushing his bicycle.

To his disappointment, there were not many people who bought dustpans, but none of the temporary stalls.

All were taken up by villagers doing business in nearby villages.

Liu Xing had no choice but to park his bicycle on the side of the road and wait for a villager to sell out the sweet potatoes before grabbing a temporary stall.

Although the location of this temporary stall is a bit off, the flow of people is very large. There is a shop selling buns on the left, which is full of long queues.

Liu Xing took a look and looked away, took off all the dustpans on the bicycle, and told Xiao Peanut not to walk around while sitting on the dustpans, while he himself asked the black-faced villagers who bought hoes next to him: "Brother, what is this?" Do you know how much a dustpan in a market can sell for?"

"I don't know, I just know that dustpans are very popular. The last game cost about one yuan each, and they were all robbed in no time!" the black-faced villager replied with a silly smile.

"Thank you!" Liu Xing suddenly had a clue in his heart when he heard the words.

As for why the dustpan is so popular, he didn't think about it.

After all, it was the season to harvest dry crops such as soybeans and mung beans. It was normal for the dustpan to be popular, which was within his estimation.

Seeing two villagers dressed as vendors gathered around to pick out the dustpan he made, he quickly picked up the little peanut sitting on it for them to pick.

"How much is a dustpan?" One of the short traders asked Liu Xing.

"One dollar each!" Liu Xing replied with a smile.

"It's expensive!" The short peddler pursed his mouth: "And you're still a wet bamboo dustpan!"

"Then how much do you say?" Liu Xing also had nothing to do when he met an expert.

"Fifty cents apiece, I want them all!" The short vendor looked straight at Liu Xing after dropping these words.

"Get out!" Liu Xing couldn't help getting angry.

Even if he is an idiot, he still knows that the dustpan in 93 cost more than fifty cents each!

"Okay! Okay! I'm going! Let's see who you can sell this wet bamboo dustpan to!" The short vendor pointed at Liu Xing with a dark face, turned around and pulled his companions away, but he stopped at a bamboo products stall before walking too far. stopped before.

It turned out that they and Liu Xing were all in the same industry. Seeing that Liu Xing made a dustpan that was much better than theirs, they wanted to buy them all and resell them.

This plan failed, and the two of them came up with another plan, instigating fat middle-aged women to buy again.

This time, the price offered by the middle-aged woman was [-] cents each, and Liu Xing didn't know the inside story, so he was about to agree, but what he didn't expect was that an old man with a bamboo hat was picking up his dustpan to look at it. After looking at it, he smiled and handed Liu Xing a dollar and fifty cents and left.

Liu Xing is not a fool, he can see the real price of the dustpan from the actions of the old man in the bamboo hat. Although not all of them can be bought for one yuan and five for one, one yuan for each is definitely a certainty.

The middle-aged woman on the side was embarrassed, and she looked at Liu Xing with a smirk: "The old man was an idiot just now, and he gave you a dollar and fifty cents for buying your dustpan. It's really money."

"I won't bargain with you anymore. I'll take your dustpan for 24 cents each. Here's [-] yuan. Keep it!" The middle-aged woman took out three ten-yuan bills and waved them in front of Liu Xing. Yang, and regardless of whether Liu Xingtong agreed or not, he bent down and reached for the dustpan.

"I'm sorry, I don't sell one for [-] cents!" Liu Xing stopped the middle-aged woman.

(End of this chapter)