Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 86, Playing cotton (for subscription)

The old man looked at him, and wanted to say that no matter how important he was, he couldn't lose his position!
Think about it for the first time, or forget it.

The two of them have also decided on the future transaction process. They will deliver the items today or tomorrow, and then send them over at regular intervals.

Cash transaction, both money and goods.

After the agreement was made, Yang Xiaole showed a giggling smile and glanced at the opposite room.

Smiling at the old man: "Old man, do you always know kung fu? Do you always think it's too late for me to practice?"

Hearing this, the old man didn't even need to pinch his bones, and said directly: "Just you? Just your body, let alone me, anyone in Kyoto who has been in a martial arts gym, escort agency or body wrestling will not look at you .”

When Yang Xiaole heard such hurtful words, he felt unhappy for a while.

"You would really say that the former bodyguard agency is fine, but which one in the martial arts gym does not teach apprentices for a fee?"

It's almost like he's talking nonsense with his eyes open.

The old man just smiled and didn't bother to explain.

One is to beat the body and teach some superficial self-defense methods.

One is to teach one's own skills, can it be the same?
Seeing that the other party didn't like him, Yang Xiaole didn't bother to ask. She exercised herself and drank more well water.

In the future, he will punch the master to death.

After confirming, the three of them left the compound and went back.

When they came to Hua's small western building, Yang Xiaole was going to go out and slaughter the pig, and bring the meat over in the evening.

"Auntie, then I'll go first, I have to get some meat for the old man, and I'll bring you ours by the way."

Su Ling didn't hold back either: "That's fine, you go do your work first and come over for dinner tonight."

"Auntie, just leave me alone, I may eat at my uncle's house."

When Su Ling heard this, she didn't force her anymore.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole left the room and came to the courtyard to push the car out.

He said hello and drove away.

After he came out, his eyes were looking around, afraid that he would meet his eldest brother and they would not leave to eat nearby.

After thinking for a while, he went straight into an alley and walked through the alley to another road.

Thinking of going into space and slaughtering pigs.

But after looking around, I still feel that I can't find any suitable place, preferably in a small woods.

Thinking of marinating some bacon in the space, I bought ten catties of salt in several batches along the street.

That much is enough for a long time.

You can eat fresh meat, but you still need to get some bacon and the like.

Bacon has a unique aroma that fresh meat does not have.

Fried rice eels and garlic sprouts are both delicious.

He was not in a hurry either, he was strolling around the neighborhood with a freshly bought ice cream in his hand, there was still tomorrow anyway!

But I'm leaving tomorrow morning at the latest, so I have to go see my eldest sister.

"Crench!"

Yang Xiaole saw a family playing cotton, so he stopped the car quickly.

He looked around, got into an alley, saw no one was there, and immediately two flour bags tied together appeared on his car.

Hang things on both sides of the car's butt.

Then he pushed the cart out and walked towards the place where the cotton was plucked.

This is an open frontage, one old and one middle-aged, two people carrying a big cotton bow, playing there non-stop.

Looking at the old man covered in white hair, Yang Xiaole asked: "Master, how do you count the cotton."

The old man saw that there was a bag of noodles in his car, and knew that he was not asking for nothing.

He stopped what he was doing, straightened the cotton wool on his body and said, "Seed cotton or leather?"

"Seed cotton, with seeds."

"Do you want any more cottonseed?"

"No more."

He knew that the cottonseed could not only be used as seeds, but also oil could be extracted, which was called hygienic oil at this time.

It burned up and smoked.

In the past, when cotton was designated to be planted, it could be exchanged in the village.

"If you don't want seeds, just pay 1 cents per bed."

Yang Xiaole nodded when she heard the words, and looked at the ready-made cotton piled there, especially the whitest quilts.

I asked: "Are those quilts for sale? Shall I exchange them with cotton? I need them urgently."

It is very slow to pluck cotton by hand.

He didn't want to wait.

The old man glanced at it and shook his head: "You have sharp eyes. Although I'm not in a hurry to get this quilt, it's made of first-grade cotton sent by others, so I can't change it."

Yang Xiaole frowned.

This is also first-class cotton, why don't you try it?
Thinking of this, he opened his cotton bag, and the fluffy cotton immediately overflowed.

"Master, I am too! Can I change it?"

"what!"

The uncle looked up and walked over the trampoline.

I reached in and grabbed two handfuls, then put them in again, "It's really first-class cotton! How much does it weigh?"

"About seventy or eighty catties?"

The reason why I am in such a hurry to change it immediately.

Because cotton is also a controlled material, it is divided into four grades, from grade one to grade three, and there is an inferior product.

First-grade cotton is rarely used to make quilts, and is basically rounded up by pharmaceutical factories and textile factories.

Just replace it without any hassle.

The old man sized him up and finally nodded: "Okay, let's weigh it first. Have a look before we talk."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to pick up the noodle bag and walked inside.

"Yingcai, come and weigh me."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped what he was doing, picked up the large scale hanging on the wall and walked over.

The two weighed together.

"72 catties and 6 taels. We calculated it as 4 taels of lint per catty. A total of 29 catties and 4 renminbi. Do you want to change it?"

After the old man finished weighing, he did some calculations and asked him a question.

Yang Xiaole calculated in his mind, then looked at the quilts on the shelf and asked, "How much is the heaviest?"

"The heaviest is 16 catties, and the lightest is 6 catties."

Yang Xiaole thought for a while, there is no kang, and the temperature in the dormitory must be below zero in winter.

The heavier the better!
Thinking of this, he said: "Give me a 16-jin one, and give me two 2-jin ones. Give you the remaining one catty, and don't charge me."

Cotton is quite expensive these days, and it costs a few cents a catty!
It happens that there are no quilts in the space, so the small ones can be placed in the space.

The old man nodded, not losing money, but also making money.But instead of getting the quilt, he poured out all the cotton and checked it again.

After confirming that there was no problem, he carried the bundled quilts of 3 beds, 1 big and 2 small, and put them in the back of his car.

He returned the flour bag to him.

Yang Xiaole thanked her, gave the money, and carefully pushed the car away.

Pushed for a while.Came to an alley, directly threw the quilt in the space.

Then he came out from the other end of the alley by bicycle.

After riding for a while, he saw a large forest outside the nearby factory. He looked around, turned to the side, saw no one, and put the car into the space.

Then it went into the woods.

All the way to see if there are any big landmines, this is the entrance of the factory, no one would dare to go to the toilet here.

No mines were found.

I looked around and went straight into the space.

(End of this chapter)