"Then if I say this, wouldn't I call you Senior Sister?" Liu Xing didn't know what Zhu Xiuqing meant and asked jokingly.

"Don't say that, your skills are much better than mine and my grandfather. I don't want to be high. I just said that just now is just a joke!" Zhu Xiuqing looked serious: "Take the dustpan sample you knitted for example, it would be impossible to achieve such skills without decades of effort."

"You've been awarded!" Liu Xing laughed. After chatting with Zhu Xiuqing, he realized that Zhu Xiuqing's sister from her parents' family was a real master of bamboo craftsmanship. If he continued to chat, he was afraid that his identity as a time traveler who was born again would be exposed.

After reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he began to weave the baskets seriously. There was no way. Although he was not in a good mood to make baskets now, he could not lose the caution that the bamboo craftsman craftsmanship should be.

If he loses it, his skills should be regressed.

Zhu Xiuqing, who was helping around, looked at the shape of a basket with only one frame, which was quickly formed under Liu Xing's skillful hands, and there was no flaw between the bamboo and the bamboo rack. It was like a perfect work of art, and was shocked at the moment.

Because she knew that if she had been alone, she would not have done this at all.

When my grandfather weaved baskets, his technique was very similar, but it was not so sharp. It seemed that this basket was as natural as in Liu Xing's hands.

Grandpa once said that only masters of bamboo craftsmen have such skills.

But Liu Xing is only 14 years old now, so he has the skills of a master of bamboo craftsmen. Isn’t that normal?

The only explanation is that Liu Xing is really a genius.

Zhu Xiuqing thought to herself secretly.

Liu Xing didn't know what Zhu Xiuqing was thinking. After weaving the first basket, he said, "Sister, you can weave the remaining one. I have to go out and see my younger brother and sister before talking about it."

"I can't do it!" Zhu Xiuqing waved his hand: "I feel ashamed of your skills. Unless I am re-made a pair of baskets, I will not weave another one if I kill you."

It is said that other people cannot imitate things made with one pair of hands, but Zhu Xiuqing does not mean this now, but he does not want others to see that the basket she made is too far apart from Liu Xing.

This is an insult to the artist, so she would rather offend Liu Xing than be insulted by others.

"Okay! Sister, you can make a pair of baskets and take a look. Maybe it can save me a lot of trouble!" Liu Xing, who knew Zhu Xiuqing's thoughts, smiled faintly, after checking the belt of the shame machine, got up and walked out of the greenhouse.

When I came back, it was more than an hour later.

Liu Xing brought his younger brother Liu Hang and his younger sister Peanut to the greenhouse.

There is no way. Since these two guys came to the market, they have regarded the market as their home and have never been idle. It is time for dinner soon. If they don’t call it back, it will be annoying.

In fact, some of the early ones had been eaten. Liu Xing even found half-eat braised pig's trotters on Xiao Peanut's hands. This must have been given to Xiao Peanut by the boss he knew.

Seeing this scene, Liu Xing covered his head and didn't know what to say for a while.

This is not possible. Perhaps the boss who gives peanuts and braised pig trotters doesn't care about these things at all, but over time, it will inevitably bring some bad reputations.

This is a taboo in rural areas and cannot be ignored.

Just as I was going to give a good warning, my father appeared beside him: "Son, today we have weaved about 600 dustpans a day. Do you think you should send them to the fermented black bean shop now?"

"I'll send it tomorrow!" Liu Xing thought for a while and replied.

Sister Zhang’s business in the fermented black bean shop is so good. At this time, maybe she just sat down to rest. If she went to disturb her, it would be a bit bad.

"That's fine!" Father Liu Dagen sneered: "By the way, when your fourth uncle left today, he asked me to ask your two aunts to come here to help. I wonder what your opinion?"

"Two aunts are here to help?" Liu Xing frowned when he heard this: "I'm afraid this help is fake?"

"It must be fake! I have to pay for my wages, but don't worry about their work, it won't be slower than your mother's family!" Liu Dageng said repeatedly.

"It's not a question of whether you are slow or not. Aunt Hua is okay, but Aunt Ju just..." Liu Xing grabbed his head in embarrassment.

Aunt Ju is the youngest in her father's generation.

But she was not as hardworking as her fourth uncle, and was accused by her grandparents. She never did anything at home. She just stayed at home every day, waiting for three meals a day to be delivered to her mouth.

Such people come to the greenhouse to do things, but they probably need to provide incense.

I remember when I was seven years old, my parents went to Damo Village to pick up oil tea and earn work points. Because the journey was long, they had not come back at around 9 o'clock in the evening. Liu Xing and his younger brother were so hungry that they could not bear it, so they ran to their grandparents to have a meal.

Who knew that I happened to meet Aunt Ju eating stewed loaches. I thought I could drink soup, but I didn't expect that I was so excited that I was sobbing by the bamboo strips that I screamed.

Finally, when grandparents heard the news, they rushed to the scene and scolded Aunt Ju for her vicious behavior, they still didn't know that he and his brother had not eaten yet.

Although the next day my mother stood at the door of grandparents and cursed and sought some justice for him and his brothers, the hatred between her and Aunt Ju was formed.

Before 2000, the fourth uncle always quarreled with his parents, and Aunt Ju made a lot of "credits" to instigate the disagreement.

Now that he is reborn, Aunt Ju actually wants to come to his greenhouse to help with things. Although this is a butterfly effect, Liu Xing will never agree in his heart.

Because Aunt Ju’s impression is too ‘ugly’ in his heart.

Compared with Aunt Hua, there is a world of difference between the two.

When his father Liu Dageng saw that Liu Xing had nothing to say about Aunt Ju, his face changed slightly: "Son, tell you the truth! It is all your grandfather's intention to ask your two aunts to come here to do things. If I don't agree, you will know the consequences."

"I know, let them do it. There is no difference between two more people and two less people, but you have to explain some rules first!" Liu Xing said with a faint smile, with an undetectable wise light flashing in his eyes.

"Rules?" Liu Dageng was puzzled.

"In the future, those who come to the greenhouse must abide by this rule. Once this rule is broken, it will not be used to do things!" Liu Xing said slowly: "First, you must come to the greenhouse to report at 7 o'clock in the morning, and you can get off work after 6 o'clock in the afternoon. Second..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by his father Liu Dagen: "Your two aunts have never been to other places to do things. It's a bit too early to arrive at the greenhouse at seven o'clock?"
Chapter completed!