Reborn Craftsman

Chapter 5 Your craftsmanship is more than this price!

"Why? You don't make money anymore?" The middle-aged woman said impatiently.

"Of course I want to make money if I have money, but is the dustpan in the market worth [-] cents each?" Liu Xing is not afraid of this middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman speaks fiercely, and he is even more fierce, almost yelling at the top of his throat. come out.

With this roar, the surrounding villagers who were going to the market all turned their heads to look at him. Seeing that there was nothing serious, they all turned their eyes away.

But the middle-aged woman was frightened. How could she have thought that Liu Xing, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, would have such a temper and run away in a hurry.

Liu Xing raised the corners of his mouth with a sneer, and watched the middle-aged woman run away. It wasn't until he saw the figures of the two vendors before that he suddenly realized that all of this was a routine.

Fortunately, he is alert, otherwise he would really be tricked.

According to the price of 20 yuan for a dustpan, you can earn about [-] yuan for [-] dustpans.

In 1993, this was the wages of a wage earner for several days. No wonder the stern-skinned people came to him, this is to kill him!

"It's just why the price of the dustpan is so high?" Liu Xing was a little puzzled, and was about to ask the villagers who were buying vegetables around her, when Little Peanut, who was snuggling at her feet, bit his index finger and said, "Brother, I think Eat meat buns!"

"You girl, can you wait until my brother sells out the dustpan?" Liu Xing smiled wryly upon hearing this.

"En! En!" Little Peanut swallowed and nodded, and at the same time took out a handmade grasshopper made of bamboo leaves and played with it.

Liu Xing saw that there was no business for the time being, so he took out the leaves and branches of the bamboo that he had brought earlier, and sat cross-legged on the ground to make a handmade grasshopper.

Don't underestimate the craftsmanship of this kind of handmade grasshopper. It is very popular with children and girls in the coastal areas.

Liu Xing didn't ask how much he could sell, just the money for two meat buns. After all, he was very poor now, and he only had one yuan and fifty cents on him, so he still made money by selling dustpans.

What he didn't expect was that just after he made two handmade grasshoppers, a group of children surrounded the temporary booth, including several girls dressed as students.

"Wow! The grasshopper is so beautiful!"

"This brother's hands are so clever!"

"Is it for sale? If it is for sale, I want one!"

"Mom, I want it too!"

Regardless of whether the beautiful mother behind him agrees or not, a fat boy picked up a handmade grasshopper and started playing.

"How much is this grasshopper?" The beautiful mother hugged the fat boy dotingly, and asked Liu Xing with a smile.

"Twenty cents each!" Liu Xing thought for a while and replied.

"So cheap?" The beautiful mother was a little surprised, and after she came to her senses, she directly gave Liu Xing [-] cents: "Take it well, and remind me by the way, your craftsmanship is more than this price."

"Haha..." Liu Xing laughed.

This is the best sentence he has heard since he learned the craft of bamboo craftsman.

But having said that, 1993 cents each is enough, after all, this is [-].

The beautiful mother led the fat boy away.

However, the business in front of Liu Xing's temporary booth was booming. Children of all ages gathered around Liu Xing, holding change in their hands and eagerly waiting for the handmade grasshoppers to be made.

For them, this is a kind of artistic enjoyment, and it is really a big profit to buy it for [-] cents.

Seeing that Liu Xing was sweating profusely, Little Peanut was so distressed that he quickly helped to collect the money, no matter how much the money was, or whether the money was true or not, he stuffed it all into Liu Xing's jacket pocket.

She didn't stop until it was so stuffed that it couldn't fit anymore.

As time went by, all the leaves and branches of the bamboo brought by Liu Xing were used up, but there were still many spectators around the temporary booth, and they were all waiting to buy handmade grasshoppers.

Liu Xing handed out the last handmade grasshopper: "I'm sorry, I can't make handmade grasshoppers because I don't have the materials. Let's join the next time we go to the market!"

"Isn't it?"

"I waited until my feet became numb, big brother, did you just tell me this?"

The children were extremely reluctant, and after complaining, they all dispersed.

Liu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he realize the matter of collecting money.

Seeing the bulging jacket pockets, he quickly took them out and counted them all.

This number surprised him.

In just one hour, the handmade grasshopper he made sold for 22 yuan and eighty-six.

In other words, in the hour just now, more than 100 handmade grasshoppers were produced continuously.

This is a bit difficult to do before rebirth!
"Baby, you're really good!" The villager who was shopping nearby looked at the stack of ten-cent bills in Liu Xing's hand and couldn't help saying enviously.

"Haha... so-so, so-so!" Liu Xing replied modestly.

Seeing Xiao Huasheng drooling while watching passers-by eating buns, he immediately picked them up and walked to the bun shop beside him.

Now I am making money, but the dustpan cannot be sold for the time being, so it is better to satisfy my sister's wish first.

The price of the meat buns was the same as Liu Xing thought, [-] cents each, and the steaming aroma was tangy.

Liu Xing bought ten of them in one go. Seeing that the freshly steamed ones were very hot, he didn't bring them to his sister for the first time, but went back to the temporary booth.

"How do you sell your dustpan?" A young woman carrying a red plastic bag appeared in front of Liu Xing's booth, with a faint smile on Guazi's face.

"One piece, five pieces!" Liu Xing replied.

"Can you deliver the goods to me? It's not far ahead, I want all your dustpans!" The young woman put down the red plastic bag on her shoulders, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand.

"Okay!" Liu Xing nodded.

The young woman's frankness was beyond his expectation. Sending thirty dustpans over was nothing at all, and he could tell that the young woman seemed very busy, otherwise she would definitely bargain for so many dustpans.

"Then I'll give you the money first!" The young woman took out her wallet and handed a fifty to Liu Xing.

In 1993, it was rare to see a large denomination of 50 yuan. Liu Xing didn't pay attention to it so much. After a casual glance, he put it away, and then gave the young woman five yuan.

"Don't you just look at the authenticity?" The young woman reminded in surprise. After all, the dustpan seller in front of her is a teenage child. If something goes wrong, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for the upper body.

"You suspect that I don't know the fifty denomination money?" Liu Xing shook his head and smiled: "Don't worry, I have experience."

"It's good to have experience!" The young woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Xing handed the ten buns in his hand to his younger sister: "Take it, and eat it when it gets colder."

"Well, is it all for me to eat? Brother!" Little Peanut asked happily.

"Eat when you finish eating, and take it back to Liu Hang if you can't finish." Liu Xing shook his head and replied, seeing the young woman watching with a smile, he put all thirty dustpans on the bicycle, tied them up , picked up his sister and followed behind the young woman.

He didn't realize that the two vendors who wanted to buy his dustpan before, and the fat middle-aged woman, saw that all the dustpans had been bought by the young woman, and they all had dark faces and were speechless.

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(End of this chapter)