This is a technical problem. In fact, many bamboo craftsmen don’t need to be soaked at all. They just need to weave according to the bamboo patterns to easily resolve it. Liu Xing can do it, but it is extremely complicated to do this, so he didn’t intend to say it, but planned to use a planer to solve it.

As for steaming and cooking to remove the odor, he remembered the method of making bamboo pillows in the Southern Song Dynasty, which was to use special rosin to neutralize the odor. This is easy to operate, and rosin is also very cheap in the current era. As long as it can be put into use, the two processes of steaming and cooking and soaking can be saved.

Of course, this is just his temporary idea. As for whether it can be achieved, it must be tested in the end before counting.

If it fails, you have to find a craftsman to build a large sink to soak and steam wire strips in the greenhouse, which will be very troublesome.

To put it bluntly, if a bamboo mat costs ten yuan per piece, he will lose to death.

Seeing that Zhu Xiuqing had time now, Liu Xing came to his senses and operated the planer to continue to process the remaining strips into the same thickness, and then used more than a dozen pine boards to create a simple platform.

The function of this platform is to lay silk strips flat to make bamboo mats. The size is 1.8 meters by two meters. Zhu Xiuqing, who was standing beside him, saw Liu Xing's intention, and immediately found two large pieces of nylon rope from the tool kit, and then began to weave the scattered silk strips together.

Although her speed is not fast, she is very rhythmic and she is very skillful at first glance.

However, Liu Xing was very dissatisfied. She reached out and waved Zhu Xiuqing to move out of the way, and then loosened the nylon rope weaved on the wire strips: "Your knitting method is wrong. It is very cumbersome and cannot fix the wire strips. You need to make up the thread back and forth to achieve the effect. You can see how naive your previous technique was."

After saying this, Liu Xing focused, his fingers as clever as a machine, and he shuttled between the wire strips with a nylon rope. After a moment, he tightly fixed the dozen wire strips together, and a simple pattern was drawn between the lines, which was pleasing to the eye.

Zhu Xiuqing, who was beside him, was stunned. After he came to his senses, he realized that he had not seen Liu Xing's method of weaving silk bamboo shoots. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say for a while.

Liu Xing saw it. He shook his head and had to slow down the speed of weaving the wire strips in his hand. This weaving method was learned from a factory on the coast before he was reborn. It looked simple, but it was very practical. As long as the entire bamboo mat was in this way, the chance of deformation would be greatly reduced and would not even appear.

Zhu Xiuqing started to study seriously this time, and tried to weave a few strips in front of Liu Xing. Seeing that there was no problem, he excitedly took the semi-finished bamboo mat woven from Liu Xing's hand and began to get busy.

Liu Xing watched from the side and pointed out a few words from time to time. Seeing that Zhu Xiuqing had a good learning ability, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as the whole bamboo mat was about to be made, Wang Xiaohe's shout came from outside the greenhouse: "Is Da Geng here? I'll transport Nan Zhu over a truck, you can come out and help unload the goods."

Liu Xing frowned slightly when he heard the shout, because his father was sleeping at this time, and it was very disrespectful to others. Seeing Wang Xiaohe coming in, he had to meet him: "My dad is sleeping, don't disturb him."

"What should I do if the Nanzhu I brought?" Wang Xiaohe asked with some displeasure.

"You can bring it into the greenhouse by yourself!" Liu Xing spread his hands with a funny look: "In this market, all the people selling Nanzhu are packed and transported. If you don't believe it, go and ask."

"No...I...I can't carry it alone!" Wang Xiaohe knew that Liu Xing was not urging him, but he didn't want to pay for the porter. After turning his eyes twice, he ignored Liu Xing and walked straight towards Liu Dageng's sleeping.

In his mind, Liu Dagen and him are villagers from the same village, so they can still help with this little thing, unlike Liu Xing who is unreasonable.

However, this scene annoyed Liu Xing. He whispered: "Wang Xiaohe, I am the one who is the manager of this bamboo product workshop. Don't toast or punish you. I don't want a single bamboo at that time, and you can still jump."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Xiaohe froze. He stayed in place for two or three seconds before turning back to look at Liu Xing, smiling dryly: "Don't do this, okay? They are all from Qingshi Village. If you don't look at monks and Buddha's faces, I didn't ask the porter to come here in this car. I will definitely not bother you when I get off the car."

"Then it! I'll call a porter for you, and the money will be deducted from selling Nanzhu!" Liu Xing waved to Gao Dazhuang, who was sitting at the window with a braided dustpan, without waiting for Wang Xiaohe to agree: "Don't look at you, you are tall and big, go transport Nanzhu. I'll give you three dollars to transport the transport fee later."

"It's so bad!" When Gao Dazhuang heard that he had money, he ran out of the greenhouse with a smile, and then carried two Nanzhus and walked in.

Wang Xiaohe wanted to stop him, but he didn't know how to speak.

After being entangled, I had to squat at the door of the greenhouse to guard.

But suddenly, Gao Dazhuang stopped dying from Nanzhu, but stared at Wang Xiaohe: "Have you been using Nanzhu for this tractor?"

There are special places for pounds in the market, but they cost one dollar per car, and more goods are loaded.

Wang Xiaohe was very smart. Why didn’t he know the inside story? He said perfunctorily: “Hi! What’s the pound! This car is just a little more than two Nanzhu, which is about 4,000 kilograms, and it’s impossible to make a mistake!”

He said this to Gao Dazhuang, but his eyes looked at Liu Xing.

The implication is that according to the price of 1,000 pounds and 10 yuan, his car will only cost forty yuan.

How could Liu Xing not understand what Wang Xiaohe meant, and frowned and said, "Don't fool me, I haven't even beaten the pound. Who believes that your car has 4,000 kilograms of Nanzhu? Drive to the pound quickly, otherwise I won't collect your car's Nanzhu."

The Nanzhu of a tractor is usually not 4,000 kilograms, unless it is full and the newly cut Nanzhu is obviously not meeting these two requirements. When Liu Xing said this, his old face suddenly became a little unhooked. After rubbing his face helplessly, he had to drive the tractor to the place where he had to go.

Gao Dazhuang followed Liu Xing's eyes with a hurried follower.

And just then, a tall girl jumped off the co-pilot of the tractor. She glanced at Liu Xing, then stood at the door of the greenhouse and looked at the muddy road.
Chapter completed!