Reborn Craftsman

Chapter 145 Building a Bamboo House【，Please subscribe】

Liu Xing naturally didn't know what the old man was thinking.

Seeing that the lean, middle-aged man had sawed some bamboos to size, he immediately picked up a bamboo knife to make mortises. Some of them needed to be as fine as millimeters, so he picked up a chisel to make mortises.

There was no other way, and he could tell that although the villagers of Dongyu Village in front of them knew some basic bamboo craftsmanship, if they wanted to make mortises, the skills were probably not up to the mark.

So it's better to do it yourself.

As time went by, dozens of villagers successively brought in all the needed bamboo and fir, and the manpower suddenly increased.

Some villagers wanted Liu Xing to rest, and instructed them to work on the bamboo building.

Liu Xing wanted to do this very much, but in the end he saw that some villagers were not helpful, so he had to abandon this idea at the moment.

But he did all the key parts of the bamboo building by himself, without any ambiguity. Just kidding, if the bamboo building collapses after it is built, then his famous name will be planted in Dongyu Village.

Although he is still young, many villagers treat him like a child, but since the next hard job is coming, he must do it well.

This is the integrity that a craftsman should have, and it is also the basic guarantee for being able to earn a living outside.

The 'framing' of the bamboo building is completed, and the next step is to 'shape'.

This must use fir.

Fortunately, there are many carpenters in Dongyu Village, and there are more than a dozen of them.

They only need Liu Xing to talk about the specific method and size, and they made it in a few clicks, and then placed it around the 'frame'.

Since there are a lot of fir trees in Dongyu Village and they are not worth much in Banqiao Town, Liu Xing made a decision without authorization, that is to pave the entire floor of the bamboo building with fir trees.

If there is a slight unevenness, ask the carpenter to use the ink fountain to deal with it.

Seeing this, several villagers said that they should not make it so finely, and just do it casually, but Liu Xing drove these villagers away with a black face, and asked them to go to the bamboo building in the village to help cook.

For him, the word "casual" has never been in the mind of a craftsman when doing things. Once a habit is formed, the days of doing crafts outside will come to an end.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the prototype of the bamboo building finally took shape under the busyness of dozens of villagers.

From a distance, it really has the charm of a bamboo building.

Seeing that it was still early, Liu Xing called all the bamboo craftsmen who were resting and called them to 'add bamboo' to fix the vacant position of the bamboo building.

Build a frame, set the shape, add strips, make tenons, and shape.

This is the most recent step in building a bamboo house.

Liu Xing didn't hold back either, and took the opportunity to tell everything.

But to be honest, there are not many people present who can understand. They can only do deadly things. Once technical work is involved, they can't help but stand there and don't know what to do.

Liu Xing watched and shook his head, so he had to patiently explain in detail, and if it didn't work, he would do it himself.

But some villagers are just stupid and can't even learn how to do it.

Only then did Liu Xing understand one thing.

That is, sometimes there are really big differences between people.

If you want to do things according to your own ideas, you must have the sun come out from the west.

This is not because the villagers of Dongyu Village want to target him, but in their eyes, they can only accept such simple things as 1+1=2. Once it becomes complicated, they will not be able to turn around.

Liu Xing found out later that the reason for this was that most of the villagers in Dongyu Village had never read a book, and some of the words he said were simply incomprehensible, as uncomfortable as playing the piano to a cow.

Seeing that the construction of the bamboo house was in a hurry, and it was time to eat again, Liu Xing had no choice but to stop what he was doing, and after washing his hands, he brought all the villagers to the village bamboo house.

To Liu Xing's surprise.

Director Zhang and a few peasant women had just started washing rice and cooking on the grain drying ground. The large grass carp that had been pulled from the net in the reservoir had not been killed yet, and they were thrown on the ground and jumped around at will.

"Where's Village Chief Wang?" The hungry Liu Xing looked around and asked Director Zhang.

"He and Da Kui used saltpetre to make popsicles in the bamboo building!" Director Zhang's eyes were a little excited: "Xiao Liu! Don't you know that my Da Kui not only successfully made the mold of the popsicle, but also The popsicles were transported to Banqiao Town for sale, and within half an hour, all popsicles were sold out."

"Oh!" Liu Xing was not surprised when he heard that.

After all, it's very refreshing to have a popsicle in your mouth on this hot day.

Seeing that Yaya was sitting at the gate and eating popsicles, she didn't pay attention to the wound from the wasp sting in the morning, so she walked over with a smile.

"Brother, my grandfather has made a lot of popsicles!" As soon as we met, Yaya handed Liu Xing the half-eaten popsicle, her little face was full of joy.

Liu Xing saw that it wasn't good to pick it up, and it wasn't good if he didn't pick it up, so he picked up Yaya and walked towards the bamboo building in a daze: "Brother doesn't eat Yaya's popsicles, I will ask the village chief later!"

"Yeah, yum!" Yaya nodded repeatedly, her little hand was purple from the ice, but she still refused to put the popsicle.

In the living room, Village Chief Wang's face, which was stung by the wasp, has healed a lot, at least his eyes are no longer a line. When he saw Liu Xing came back, he immediately picked up a popsicle in the mold and handed it over: "Little Liu, come and taste my craft."

"Good!" Liu Xing put down the Yaya in his hand, took the popsicle and started to eat it.

"Hmm! It tastes good!" Liu Xing couldn't help but praised.

The sweet taste is just right, even the mung beans are not as rough as the morning ones, and this bite is very refreshing.

No wonder Da Kui was transported to Banqiao Town to sell and then disappeared. This is even better than those professional wholesale popsicles!
Village head Wang knew that Liu Xing was not lying, so he stroked his beard and smiled in relief: "Xiao Liu, it was you who proposed using saltpeter to make popsicles. It stands to reason that Dongyu Village shouldn't spy on the profits, but Our Dongyu Village is poor! So I want you to be more accommodating, can you make it easier for us to earn money for food?"

"Village chief, if you say this, you are out of your mind. If you want to use saltpeter to make popsicles to make money, just let it go. After all, this is a resource that your Dongyu Village can use. If it is in my place, it will not be so good. condition."

Liu Xing's words were not flattering at all, he was telling the truth, and most importantly, he never thought of taking the method of making popsicles from saltpeter for himself.

Even if you think about it, if it spreads, there will be no secrets at all, so it's better to sell it to Dongyu Village as a favor.

Besides, there are seasons for buying popsicles, and they can only be sold in summer. In winter and spring, I'm afraid no one will buy them.

(End of this chapter)