Siheyuan: coveting my wife, you still want to retire

Get out of the courtyard.

Because of the rush of time, Li Xiangdong thought to find someone to pluck cotton first, and then go to the black market to sell a hundred catties of grain after work.

"Hello, help me pluck the fifteen catties of cotton and make a pair of cotton shoes."

With that said, Li Xiangdong handed the cotton to the cotton paddler.

Tanmian Lang looked at it, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

This is the finest cotton.

He often played [-] catties of ordinary cotton, after all, a set of thick quilts in winter generally needed [-] or [-] catties of cotton.

But fifteen catties of extra-grade cotton had never been played.

"Do you want to play the quilt or the cotton jacket?"

At that moment, the man who played cotton became very enthusiastic.

Because the cotton given to Li Xiangdong by the system is premium cotton, compared with ordinary cotton, the manual cost is much higher.

Ordinary cotton only costs three cents a catty, while this extra-grade cotton costs five cents a catty.

"Play a set of quilts and make a pair of cotton shoes." Li Xiangdong replied.

Cotton shoes?

The man who played the cotton was very surprised. The cotton was of the highest quality, and it was actually made into cotton shoes.

What a waste!

But whoever told the guests to be rich, Tanmian Lang was also willing to serve.

Moreover, the cotton picking man is not only happy because of the high manual cost, but also because there are often many cotton wools floating to every corner when picking cotton.

Therefore, when the finished product is made, it will often have a little less weight.

Everyone knows this, so the guests don't care about it.

But if there is a lot of cotton that is played at one time, there will be a lot of cotton wool.

And all the cotton wool that flew out belonged to Tanmianlang.

The fifteen catties of cotton can contain at least half a catty of cotton wool.

And it's cotton.

Of course, the cotton player was too happy.

"Ok, no problem."

The man who played cotton readily took over the work.

After leaving the cotton shop, Li Xiangdong hurried to the factory.

"Morning Li Gong."

"Li Gong, have you eaten yet?"

"Li Gong, I have a question here and I want to ask you for advice."

This mouth is one Li Gong, which makes Li Xiangdong more face.

These days, anyone who is called a "worker" is at least enviable if they say it.

What's more, Li Xiangdong is only 22 this year.

Even people who are older than him, according to the regulations in the factory, must call him that.

At this time, the director Wang Hongyi came to the second workshop.

"Li Gong, come here."

Wang Hongyi yelled at him.

Since Li Xiangdong won the honor for him, every time he sees him, he is always happy.

"Director, what do you need from me?"

Li Xiangdong wondered if there would be any good things.

"Well, there is a good thing." Wang Hongyi looked Li Xiangdong from top to bottom, and then patted his chest and shoulders, "Not bad, not bad."

Although he knew that Li Xiangdong was handsome, he didn't expect that his figure was not inferior to those who practiced sports.

"What good thing?"

Being stared at and touched by a big man, Li Xiangdong felt terrified.

Director Wang doesn't have any special hobbies.

"Old Zhao from the first welder's workshop asked me to find a partner for his daughter."

Wang Hongyi said with a smile on his face.

"Old Zhao, which old Zhao?"

Li Xiangdong looked puzzled.

"It's Zhao Yongfu, the director of the No. [-] welder's workshop, and his daughter is called Zhao Menglu."

Monroe?

The name sounds quite imaginative.

Zhao Yongfu?
Li Xiangdong thought about it carefully, and almost fainted.

"Director Wang, the Zhao Menglu you mentioned should weigh two hundred catties, right?"

Li Xiangdong remembered seeing the father and daughter in the factory.

"That's right, fat and blessed." Wang Hongyi said immediately, "This Zhao Yongfu introduced you to his daughter by name."

"Come on, I'm afraid that she will directly overwhelm me when I sleep at night. I'm still young and I haven't lived enough."

Li Xiangdong thought that Director Wang must have taken Zhao Yongfu's things.

"That's fine, tell me which one you like, and I'll give you advice."

Wang Hongyi doesn't seem to want to give up yet.

"From your point of view, I think it's better to forget it."

Li Xiangdong directly refused.

"Who said, I have good ones here." Wang Hongyi was rather dissatisfied, "You don't know that since you won the first place in the skill competition, many people have come to me and insisted that I introduce you to them girl."

"Is it so exaggerated that they don't think I'm a little hooligan?"

Li Xiangdong joked.

"Hey, it's a little exaggerated." Wang Hongyi scratched his head and said.

In the next second, he continued to ask: "But, are you still with Master Mistress?" Wang Hongyi asked curiously.

"No." Li Xiangdong immediately denied it, but felt something was wrong in the next second, "What do you mean we are still together? Director Wang. Don't talk nonsense, it never happened."

Seeing that Li Xiangdong was in a hurry, Wang Hongyi comforted him, "Okay, okay, I believe it."

"Thank you leader for believing."

Li Xiangdong smiled helplessly.

"Then let's talk about it, what do you like?" Wang Hongyi asked again.

"My first principle when looking for a wife is to be pretty."

Li Xiangdong was gesticulating with him while talking.

To describe it in one sentence, it is to be lordotic and backward, with fair skin and beautiful appearance, and long legs.

"Ha ha."

Wang Hongyi forcefully forced a smile.

He didn't expect Li Xiangdong to say it so nakedly, it seems that calling him a hooligan is not an exaggeration.

But there's nothing wrong with thinking about it again.

What man doesn't like this?

It's just that he said what everyone dared to think but didn't dare to say.

Outside the cotton store.

The third master stood at the door, looking at the five characters "Recruiting Apprentices" written on it.

He calculated carefully, and it became colder immediately. As an apprentice here, if he could secretly bring back some cotton wool every day, he might be able to make a cotton coat in a month.

And recently, he has few classes, so he has enough time to collect cotton here.

With this in mind, he immediately walked in.

"You want to flick cotton?"

Tanmian Lang asked.

"No, I'm here as an apprentice."

The third master had a kind face.

"Don't be funny, you are so old, what kind of apprentice are you?"

Seeing that this man must be full, the man who played cotton didn't bother to talk to him, and continued to pick cotton.

"I really want to be an apprentice, and I don't need a penny." The third master said immediately.

Tanmian Lang was unmoved, he thought to himself that an apprentice only earns a few yuan a month, so why do you want an old guy.

"My house is very close to here, so you don't have to worry about food." Seeing that Tanmianlang's expression softened a little, the third master made another more ruthless move, "I would still like to clean the shop every day, and I can also work overtime, no Ask you for an overtime pay."

Hearing these words, Tanmian Lang looked at the third master carefully.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?

I'm afraid this person can't be a fool.

The third master saw that the man looked at him in a wrong way, and immediately understood the other party's question.

"I'm not a fool, nor a dementia, I just want to learn, I just like to squeeze cotton."

The third master said in a loud voice that he immediately took cotton picking as his lifelong dream.

"Pick up cotton?"

Tanmian Lang questioned.

"Oh, no, no, I just slipped my tongue. I meant to say I like playing cotton."

The third master smiled to cover up the embarrassment just now.

He let out a long sigh.

How dangerous!
He actually spoke his heart out.