Wang Xiaohe would not have thought that Liu Huaqing would help Liu Dageng speak. After a surprised voice, he came back to his senses: "You guy has taken gunpowder? I just said it casually. The tractor cargo box was loaded. I didn't want everyone to put it to death that time."

"Tsk! Ghost Trust!" Liu Huaqing cast a contemptuous look.

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

After a while, all four hundred dustpans were installed on the tractor. Although the pile was a little high, it was not the kind that Wang Xiaohe said that it could not be installed.

Wang Xiaohe was a little embarrassed now, and he was standing by and either sitting or sitting.

Liu Dagen didn't care so much. He turned to Liu Huaqing and said, "Don't follow him if you unload the goods. Let's make a winnowing basket with my wife first! Let's agree to four yuan a day, just have a meal at noon. If you think you can, stay. If you don't, go back now."

"What am I going back? Is it that my father rolled my eyes?" Liu Huaqing picked up the small stool easily and ran towards the glutinous field without waiting for Liu Xing's mother to lead the way.

For him, a good thing like a four-dollar wage a day and a meal at noon is hard to find even with a lantern.

Wang Xiaohe, who was beside him, was a little moved: "Da Geng, do you want someone to use this woven dustpan? My wife..."

"I don't want a girl!" Before Wang Xiaohe finished speaking, Liu Xing interrupted directly.

"Is that true?" Wang Xiaohe was a little disbelieved.

"No, let's talk about it, there is no need for people for the time being!" Liu Dageng reached out and patted Wang Xiaohe on the shoulder: "Let's go, wait until the goods are unloaded and try to come back sooner. I also want to buy more Nanzhu to make a dustpan!"

The speaker was unintentional, but Wang Xiaohe was very concerned about it. After smiling, he drove the tractor toward the market.

Liu Xing followed behind on a bicycle. There was no 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, when buying tools from bamboo craftsmen, tableware and ingredients needed for rice noodle shops, I haven’t told my parents yet, so I have to ride my bicycle alone and do it first.

The tractor's driving speed was notoriously slow. Liu Xing's bicycle arrived at Zhang Xiaoying's fermented black bean shop, and the tractor had not appeared yet.

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

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu pushed the Wuyang Honda motorcycle and fell a little unbearable. When he saw Liu Xing coming, he parked the motorcycle and greeted him: "Brother, are you here to deliver the dustpan?"

"Yes!" Liu Xing nodded: "The tractor is still on the road, so you have to wait."

"I'm not in a hurry!" Zhang Xiaoyu smiled awkwardly: "Do you want to ask my sister to come out?"

"No, she must be very busy." Liu Xing glanced at the motorcycle parked by Zhang Xiaoyu: "Are you pushing it out and preparing to repair it?"

"Hi! What a fuck! The day before yesterday I called the after-sales department of Wuyang Honda and asked them to send someone to repair it. But they said that I broke it. Not only did the materials cost money, but the manual fee also required. I asked them to budget for how much it would cost in total, and almost scared me to death!" Zhang Xiaoyu said angrily.

"No?" Liu Xing was a little curious when he heard this: "How much does the after-sales department charge you?"

"Eight thousand three!" Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out his finger and made a gesture: "I almost beat people when I heard it. A new Wuyang Honda-a only bought 15 thousand yuan. My engine, line, fuel tank and other things are all good. He repaired the headlights, headlight shells, plastic baffles and other accessories, and he wanted to collect 8 thousand three yuan. Do you think the after-sales department is slaughtering me?"

"Indeed!" Liu Xing nodded in shock.

But he knew a little about the inside story.

In 1993, those who could afford to buy Wuyang Honda motorcycles were all rich or nouveau riche. If the relevant personnel in the after-sales department were not slaughtered at this time, when would they slaughter people?

Of course, this is just one of the reasons. The most important thing is that the original parts of the Wuyang Honda motorcycle are really expensive, because the parts are shipped from abroad, so taxes are required. The price will naturally increase.

But no matter how you say it is, it is impossible to reach 8,300, which is obviously a scam. If you go to an ordinary motorcycle repair site, you don’t need original imported accessories, and all of them will not cost more than 500 yuan.

"What will Brother Zhang do with this motorcycle now?" Liu Xing asked with a smile after coming to his senses.

"What else can I do? I plan to sell it as scrap!" Zhang Xiaoyu looked disgusted: "This is also what my sister means. It will be reliable to take a driver's license and buy a truck to load the goods."

"Sell as waste?" Liu Xing almost shouted out after hearing this: "Aren't you wasting natural resources? If you really sell it as waste, you can sell it to me."

"Okay! What's the relationship between us?" Zhang Xiaoyu took out a cigarette and lit it, but then looked at the door of the fermented black bean shop behind him in fear: "Or you'll give it 500 yuan, I'm too lazy to push it to the scrap store." For him, the nouveau riche, he was not short of money at all. It was just a meaning to collect Liu Xing. Anyway, he was afraid of falling off this motorcycle, like a useless rib, and it was a pity to throw it away. If he didn't get it away, he wouldn't sleep at night.

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

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

"Didn't my sister just gave you eight hundred yuan before?" Zhang Xiaoyu was a little disbelief.

"I have taken it away for my dad a long time ago. Do you think I can keep it?" Liu Xing stepped forward and carefully checked the situation of the motorcycle: "If you believe me, then you will pay on credit first, and then I will give it to you in a month when I have money."

"No problem!!" Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and reached out and patted Liu Xing on the shoulder: "I believe in your ability to make money, but even so, you can't ride this broken motorcycle at the moment!"

The implication is that repairing the motorcycle is a considerable fee. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have planned to sell it to a scrap store.

Liu Xing smiled and said, "I don't need to worry about this brother. I'm still familiar with motorcycles. I should be able to ride it after tinkering with it."

Before he was reborn, he broke several motorcycles. Although he was not a specialist in repairing motorcycles, he still knew the structure of the motorcycle. He could repair it as long as he did not drive the engine.

This is not bragging, but fact.

"Is that true?" Zhang Xiaoyu blinked.

Liu Xing did not reply, but took out a tool kit from the back box of the motorcycle, took out the driver and wrench and disassembled the motorcycle in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked around and saw that Liu Xing was not dismantling it randomly. He immediately widened his eyes in surprise: "You guys, okay! I really can't tell that you have a good idea of ​​repairing motorcycles."

"What you saw in the book is not as magical as you thought!" Liu Xing said while dismantling the motorcycle's headlights, broken plastic baffles and some unusable parts. Seeing that the oil circuit and ignition system were intact, he sat up immediately.

Rumble~~~!
Chapter completed!