Reborn Craftsman

After speaking, Liu Dageng took out a stack of banknotes, and after giving Wang Xiaohe a glance, he took out one of the five yuan bills and handed it over.

Wang Xiaohe stretched out his hand in surprise and took it: "Yes, Da Geng! It is said that your family has made a fortune selling dustpans recently. I didn't believe it at all before, but now it looks true!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Liu Dageng waved his hand impatiently.

He is very clear about Wang Xiaohe's character, a typical snobbish eye, if he is not the only one in the village who has a tractor, he would not be invited to transport the dustpan.

"Haha... It was me who looked down on people and said the wrong thing!" Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Wang Xiaohe quickly opened the door of the tractor's open-air compartment.

Seeing this, Liu Xing took the lead in putting the woven dustpan on it, and his fourth uncle Liu Huaqing and younger brother Liu Hang hurried over to help, sweating profusely from being tired.

"136, 137..." Mother Zhu Meiling was counting on the sidelines. This can't be sloppy, one less or one more will cost two yuan!

Wang Xiaohe didn't help, but watched with a smile on his cigarette. Seeing that Liu Dageng was also idle, he quickly handed him a cigarette: "Your dustpan is pretty good!"

"Okay!" Liu Dageng smiled stupidly, stretched out his hand and pushed the cigarette away.

"Learned from your father-in-law?" Wang Xiaohe asked again.

"Hmm!" Liu Dageng did not deny it.

If you said you learned from Liu Xing, it would be a shame.

"How much can one sell?" Wang Xiaohe began to think carefully.

"More than one piece." Liu Dageng did not report the specific amount.

But Wang Xiaohe started to ask: "How much is it? When I'm free, I will ask my mother-in-law to weave a few and sell them in the market to make money and spend some money."

"One piece and five!" Liu Dageng replied with a frown.

"Oh...then you must have four or five hundred in this room!" Wang Xiaohe glanced at the tractor's cargo box: "This one truck will definitely not be able to fit it, it must be loaded with two trucks."

"I said you talk a lot, don't you?" Liu Huaqing who was on the carriage couldn't help but said: "My brother said that there are only four hundred dustpans in total, and each dustpan woven from bamboo is only one or two catties, four hundred at best A thousand catties, this is divided into two trucks, how many catties can be loaded in one car? Five hundred catties is less than five hundred catties, if you want to make money to buy medicine, this is not how you earn it!"

Compared to Liu Dageng, Liu Huaqing is not easy to talk. He hates people who open their eyes and tell lies, especially those who bully his brother in front of him, although he often bullies.

Chapter 016 Picking up cheap

Where did Wang Xiaohe think that Liu Huaqing would help Liu Dageng to speak, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses: "Have you eaten gunpowder? I'm just talking casually. The tractor's cargo box was loaded. It’s not that everyone pretends to be dead.”

"Cut! Ghost letter!" Liu Huaqing cast a contemptuous look.

Wang Xiaohe had no choice but to go to the side to smoke.

After a while, all [-] dustpans were loaded onto the tractor. Although the pile was a bit high, it wasn't too big to fit as Wang Xiaohe said.

Now Wang Xiaohe was a little embarrassed, standing aside was neither sitting nor sitting.

However, Liu Dagen didn't care too much about it. He turned to Liu Huaqing and said, "Don't go with the unloading. Let's make a dustpan with my wife first! Let's talk about it for four yuan a day, just eat one meal at noon. If you think you can stay, if you can’t, go back now.”

"Why should I go back? To be stared at by my father?" Liu Huaqing quickly picked up the small bench, and ran towards the grain drying field without waiting for Liu Xing's mother to lead the way.

For him, four yuan a day's wages, such a good thing as taking care of lunch at noon, is hard to find even with a lantern.

Wang Xiaohe on the side was a little moved when he heard it: "Da Geng, do you want someone to weave a dustpan, my daughter-in-law..."

"No girls!" Before Wang Xiaohe could finish speaking, Liu Xing interrupted him directly.

"Really?" Wang Xiaohe couldn't believe it.

"That's right, besides, I don't need anyone for the time being!" Liu Dageng stretched out his hand and patted Wang Xiaohe's shoulder: "Let's go, try to come back sooner after the unloading is over, I also want to buy some bamboo to make a dustpan!"

The person who said this had no intention of saying it, but Wang Xiaohe listened to it, but he cared about it. After smiling, he drove the tractor towards the market.

Liu Xing followed behind on a bicycle, there was no other way, he didn't want to come back together on a tractor, after all, he still had a lot of things to do now!

For example, buying the tools of the bamboo craftsman, and the tableware and materials needed by the rice noodle shop, I have not told my parents about this yet, so I have to do it alone on my bicycle.

The speed of the tractor is notoriously slow. When Liu Xing's bicycle arrived at Zhang Xiaoying's soy sauce shop, the tractor had not yet appeared.

There is no way, in this era without mobile phones, Liu Xing had to wait.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu came out of the Douchi shop pushing the somewhat unsightly Wuyang Honda motorcycle. When he saw Liu Xing coming, he even parked the motorcycle and came forward to say hello: "Brother, you are here to see Liu Xing." Dustpan, right?"

"Yeah!" Liu Xing nodded: "The tractor is still on the way, so we have to wait."

"I'm not in a hurry!" Zhang Xiaoyu sneered, "Would you like to ask my sister to come out?"

"No, she must be very busy." Liu Xing glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu's motorcycle parked beside him: "Are you launching it for repair?"

"Hey! Repair it! The day before yesterday I called Wuyang Honda's after-sales department and asked them to send someone to repair it. They said that I broke it. Not only did they need money for materials, but they also charged for manual work. They estimated how much it would cost in total, and it almost scared me to death!" Zhang Xiaoyu said angrily.

"Isn't it?" Liu Xing was a little curious when he heard the words: "How much will the after-sales department charge you?"

"Eight thousand three!" Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out her finger and made a gesture: "I almost hit someone when I heard it. A new Wuyang Honda-a only costs [-]. What about my engine, wiring, and fuel tank?" All of them are good. If he repairs the headlights, the headlight casing, and the plastic baffle and other accessories, he will charge me eight thousand three. Do you think the after-sales department is treating me like a fat sheep? slaughter."

"Indeed!" Liu Xing nodded in shock.

But he knows more or less the inside story.

In 93, those who could afford Wuyang Honda motorcycles were local tyrants or nouveau riche. When would the relevant personnel in the after-sales department not kill people at this time?

Of course, this is only one of the reasons. The most important thing is that the original parts of Wuyang Honda’s motorcycle are really expensive, because the parts are all shipped from foreign countries, and this is taxed. price.

But no matter how you say it, it is impossible to reach 500. This is obviously deceiving people. If you go to an ordinary motorcycle maintenance point, you don’t need the original imported parts, and it won’t exceed [-] yuan if everything is done well.

"What does Big Brother Zhang plan to do with the motorcycle now?" Liu Xing asked with a smile after recovering.

"What else can I do with it? I'm going to sell it as a scrap!" Zhang Xiaoyu said with a disgusted look on his face, "That's what my sister meant. It will be reliable to get a driver's license and buy a truck to load it. "

"Sell it as scrap?" Liu Xing almost yelled out when he heard the words: "Aren't you reckless? If you really want to sell it as scrap, then sell it to me."

"Okay! What's the relationship between the two of us!" Zhang Xiaoyu took out a cigarette and lit it, but then glanced at the door of the soy bean shop behind him in fear: "Why don't you give 500 yuan, and I don't bother to push it away." Go to the scrap shop." For him, an upstart, he is not short of money at all, and accepting Liu Xing's 500 yuan is just for fun. Anyway, in a word, he is afraid of falling this motorcycle. It's tasteless, it's a pity to throw it away, if he doesn't take it away, he won't be able to sleep at night.

Of course, the main point is to use the motorcycle to build a good relationship with Liu Xing.

"I have no money now!" Liu Xing spread his hands with a sneer.

"Didn't my sister just give you 800 yuan before?" Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't believe it.

"My dad took it away a long time ago, do you think I can keep it?" Liu Xing stepped forward to check the condition of the motorcycle carefully: "If you believe me, then you can pay on credit first, and then wait for me to have money in a month I'm here for you"

"No problem!!" Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and stretched out his hand to pat Liu Xing's shoulder: "I believe in your ability to make money, but even so, you can't ride this broken motorcycle right now!"

The implication is that repairing the motorcycle is a lot of money. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't plan to sell it to a scrap shop.

Liu Xing smiled: "I don't need to worry about this one, I'm fairly familiar with motorcycles, and I should be able to ride them after a bit of tinkering."