Third uncle Liu Huasheng’s family.

Red bricks and green tiles cover a large area.

Liu Xing walked to the gate and looked around and shouted, "Uncle San, are you at home?"

"My dad is using the bathroom!" A three-year-old boy wearing open-crotch pants ran out: "Brother, do you want me to call him?"

The three-year-old boy is the son of Uncle Third, Liu Ming. He has red lips and white teeth and is very cute. Liu Xing couldn't help but hug him: "No need, I'll wait."

"Who is looking for me?" In the east direction of the bamboo forest, Uncle San's head poked out from a short thatched hut. When he saw that it was Liu Xing, a smile appeared on his face: "Nephew, is there anything wrong?"

"Do you have any extra carpenter tools to borrow? Uncles, such as planes, axes, round files, saws?" Liu Xing asked with a smile.

"What do you want to do?" Uncle Liu Huasheng walked over with a belt in confusion.

"What are you doing? I just want to borrow it for a few days to deal with Nanzhu!" Liu Xing took out two packs of white sand cigarettes he had bought at the market and handed them to Uncle San: "Please take this, my father said to smoke it for you!"

There is no way, Uncle San can’t make wooden barrels, so he can’t say some things, and it will be a big deal if he says it.

As for Baishayan, this is the "processing fee" for borrowing tools, which is indispensable. He was reborn and was no longer a child, so he still understands this kind of human nature.

"Your father is really, my brother is polite!" Uncle Liu Huasheng said politely, but his right hand took the white sand cigarette without hesitation: "The tools are placed in the west room, you have to get them yourself, remember to return them when you can."

"Okay! OK!" Liu Xing put down his cousin, pushed open the door and ran into the west room.

Liu Huasheng looked at it with a smile, took out a cigarette and started smoking.

His nephew is filial and borrowed a tool to buy cigarettes for him to smoke. If it were his elder brother, it would never be so good. Although Liu Xing said that the cigarettes were bought by his elder brother, he did not believe it at all.

Because although Baisha Smoke is a low-end cigarette, it also costs one dollar per pack!

"Uncle San, why do you have the tools of a carpenter here?" Liu Xing's shout came from the west room.

"Oh, that was picked up by me on the construction site. Unfortunately, it's not very useful. Why do you ask this?" Liu Huasheng asked in confusion.

"What I want to borrow is these carpenters' tools. Can I lend them to me for a few days?" Liu Xing's voice sounded again.

"Oh! If you like to give it to you, I'm not a carpenter, but I heard that you have made money by tinkering with dustpans recently. If you become rich in the future, just buy a pack of good cigarettes for you to smoke for Uncle San!" Liu Huasheng replied with a smile.

"Okay! At the end of the year, I will buy a white sand cigarette to honor my third uncle!" Liu Xing tweeted in the west room for a long time. When he came out, he walked out with a large tool bag on his back.

Third uncle Liu Huasheng was stunned when he saw it, and his face turned dark next.

This kid Liu Xing is really not a fuel-efficient lamp!

Not only did he take away all the tools of the carpenter, but he even took out some spare tools in his toolbox. Is he going to build a spaceship?

"Uncle San, you're leaving!" Without waiting for Liu Huasheng to speak, Liu Xing waved his hand and ran away.

"What do you want to do?" Liu Huasheng suddenly felt curious, but he was not easy to ask, so he had to let him leave arrogantly.

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When he got home, Liu Xing tied the carpenter's tools to the back rack of the motorcycle. His plan was to go to the storefront rented in the market to make a large wooden barrel instead of at home.

After all, he has never learned to be a carpenter at his age. If he could use carpenter's tools proficiently, he would definitely be regarded as a monster by his parents.

Only by going to the storefront of the market and making large wooden barrels for soup without anyone knowing it is the best choice.

Of course, the most important point is that in order to make the wooden barrels for soup to achieve the expected results, some places must be done by themselves.

For example, the materials used for wood and the design of heating and heating at the bottom of the large wooden barrel. If you don’t plan it first, you’re afraid that it will not work to make a secret soup base.

The most important point is that the design of this large wooden barrel also requires the "round partition" made by bamboo craftsmen. Don't underestimate this design, but it can evaporate the fragrance of the secret soup base to the greatest extent.

Seeing that it was still early, Liu Xing was not idle, but went to the gravel drying yard, packed up some discarded bamboo materials that made dustpans, and took them home to make bamboo dragonflies alone.

Since they will take their family to the market tomorrow, they naturally cannot disappoint them. His bamboo dragonflies are bamboo products that make them admire them, and they also let them know what making money means.

In other words, I want to tell my parents that as long as I have the skills, good bamboo products will not have to worry about sales.

Previously, Sister Zhang, the owner of the black bean shop, fell in love with the dustpan he made, and was not the first or the last.

In the market where traffic exploded, he could still live a very comfortable life without Sister Zhang.

Liu Xing is sure of this.

Time passed by inadvertently, and it was soon after 11 o'clock in the evening.

Liu Xing counted the bamboo dragonflies he made, and saw that there were more than one hundred, so he stopped making them now.

There is no way, the making of bamboo dragonflies requires a high demand on the craftsmanship of bamboo craftsmen. He made it for several hours in a row. He was really tired. If nothing unexpected happened, he could sell it for dozens of dollars tomorrow, and the family would have the living expenses.

Even the fourth uncle has a salary.

"Brother, remember to wake me up tomorrow!" The little peanut who had been sleeping in the bed had no sleep at all at this time. Seeing that Liu Xing was still busy alone, he even whispered.

"I understand!" Liu Xing smiled and shook his head.

"Hehe..." Little peanut closed his eyes and smiled sweetly, and soon fell asleep.

"Son, go out for a walk with your mom!" At this time, his mother Zhu Meiling walked to Liu Xing with a flashlight, looking anxious: "Your father went out to collect Nanzhu, and he hasn't come back yet, so I'm a little worried about his safety!"

"Ah?" Liu Xing was slightly surprised.

In order to make money, my father is a little too hard!

Just as I was about to get up and go out after my mother, a dog barking came from outside.

"Huh? It's your dad who is back!" Mother Zhu Meiling hurried out happily.

Liu Xing followed behind, feeling indescribable envy.

He was a little confused about why his mother determined that the movement outside was caused by his father, and he was so sure.

Is this the sixth sense of a woman?

Before rebirth, my mother never made any mistakes in her sixth sense.

Of course, it only works for the father.

As for others, they can't play it out at all.

At the gate, my father Liu Dagen heard his concern voice: "Wife, why are you not sleeping yet? Our family will go to the market tomorrow!"

"Can I sleep if you haven't come back?" Mother Zhu Meiling smiled, with happiness in her voice.

"That's right!" Father Liu Dageng took his mother Zhu Meiling's hand and walked into the house. Seeing that Liu Xing was not asleep, he looked at him with a smile on his face, and immediately let go of his hand awkwardly.
Chapter completed!