Siheyuan: coveting my wife, you still want to retire

Hearing the slightly sincere words of the third master, Tanmianlang thought for a while.

"Okay then, I'll accept you as an apprentice."

"Okay, Master."

The third master immediately began to sweep the floor without any regard for face.

He doesn't feel ashamed at all to be an apprentice to a cotton player in his 30s.

Not only did he not dislike it, but at the moment he was beautiful in his heart.

He said that he was willing to clean every day, not because he was hardworking, but because he saw the roof was covered with cotton wool as soon as he entered the store.

These cotton waddings floating on the roof on weekdays are not appreciated by those who play cotton, but it will be different if they accumulate over time.

Of course, this cotton player is not stupid. He knows that there are a lot of cotton wool on the roof, but it is not convenient to get it off because the roof is too high.

As for being willing to work overtime.

The third master wanted to take home the popped cotton wadding openly when he was alone.

In this day and age, it is not easy to be an apprentice, because the master will not easily pass on the skills to the apprentice.

As the saying goes, learn from apprentices and starve to death from masters.

If you don't work for four or five years for nothing, who will teach you the real thing.

In addition, the kung fu of pressing the bottom of the box will be more or less spared.

Of course, the third master didn't want to learn the technique of picking cotton.

He is just for cotton.

At noon, the cotton player had just finished playing the cotton that the guest gave him yesterday.

As for Li Xiangdong's cotton, he thought he would play it in the afternoon.

"San'er, close the door, let's all go back to eat."

Tanmian Lang always took in an apprentice. Although he was younger than the third master, in order not to mess up his seniority, he gave the third master such a name.

"San'er is not hungry, master, you can go back and eat, I will guard the store here." The third master said with a smile, "Recently it is the time to pick cotton, if someone comes, we will lose a lot."

"San'er, there's nothing wrong with what you said, thank you for your hard work."

After speaking, the man who played cotton left.

Seeing Tanmianlang walk away, the third master was so happy that he almost jumped up.

He looked at the thick layer of cotton batting on the roof, his eyes shining.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately ran to the utility room at the back to fetch a ladder.

"Pick up cotton."

At this time, the third master went straight up the ladder regardless of the danger, took a feather duster and started sweeping.

Within half an hour, the roof was cleaned spotless by him.

So, he quickly took a hemp bag and started to put cotton wool in it, put it on the scale and weighed it, and it actually weighed one catty.

Wouldn't it be possible to make a cotton coat directly?

This apprenticeship is really worth it.

In order not to be discovered by Tanmian Lang, he quickly closed the shop and ran home with a sack.

When he first entered the courtyard, he was seen by Mrs. Jia Zhang.

"Hey, third master, what good things are in your sack?"

Seeing his mysterious appearance, Jia Zhang thought that there must be something good inside.

"Where are there any good things, they are just some textbooks."

The third master responded with a word, and ran home in a hurry.

At this time, Jia Zhang found a small piece of cotton falling out of the bag.

"Okay, you actually lied, this cotton must not come from a legitimate channel."

She thought about it carefully, the third master was so sneaky, according to his virtue, maybe the cotton didn't cost a single penny.

Otherwise, he would definitely let people see the cotton in his hand on purpose and show it off.

But that's why she wanted to check up on the third master, maybe she could make a padded jacket for the stick without spending money.

As soon as you enter.

The third uncle put the cotton on the ground, showing off in front of the third mother and the children.

"Old man, where did you get the cotton? It costs a lot of money, right?"

The three mothers asked in surprise.

"It didn't cost me any money." The third grandpa was very proud at the moment, "Hurry up and bring out the meal, I have to go after a few bites."

Hearing that the third uncle wanted to eat, the third mother didn't bother to ask.

"Dad, then get me some cotton, and I'll make a padded jacket too."

Yan Jiecheng on the side stared with envy.

"You want it too?"

The third master asked with a smile.

"That's right, Dad."

Yan Jiecheng quickly answered.

"It's okay, then you will get one yuan, and I will bring you back a catty."

The third master immediately put away his smile.

"Dad, the cotton outside costs ninety cents a catty, and you asked me for one yuan, it's really black."

Yan Jiecheng couldn't help cursing.

He would like to give money, but since graduating from junior high school, he has not had a formal job except for odd jobs.

On weekdays, the pockets of trousers are cleaner than the face.

"I don't have to take it back for you, the travel expenses are worth a dime, right?" The third master immediately retorted.

Hearing this, Yan Jiecheng completely admired his father.

In terms of calculating, no one is better than his father.

After taking a few casual bites, the third master hurried out the door.

He quickened his pace, it would be a disaster if the man who played cotton found out.

At this time, Mrs. Jia Zhang was staring at the third grandfather's house through the window, and immediately followed him as soon as he came out.

Soon, she followed the third uncle to a cotton shop.

Immediately afterwards, she hid in a corner and peeked in, only to see Third Master sitting alone on a chair in the store, drinking water leisurely.

At the moment, Jia Zhang has 1 questions in his heart.

When did these three masters start playing cotton?
Although speculation is not allowed these days, plucking cotton for people is a handicraft job, and it is just to earn some hard money.

Therefore, the third master did not make any mistakes.

At this moment, Mrs. Jia Zhang saw the five characters "Recruiting Apprentices" posted on the wall.

At that moment, she immediately understood that the three masters came here to order cotton in the name of being apprentices.

This guy is a genius!

She had to admire in her heart.

At the same time, the cotton man returned to the shop.

The moment he entered the store, he almost thought he had made a mistake.

So fucking clean!
"San'er, you've done a good job. The sanitation is really clean."

The man who played cotton did not hesitate to praise him.

"Thank you, Master, for the compliment."

The third master smiled triumphantly.

He thought to himself that he had obviously taken advantage of it, and was thanked by others.

I'm just so smart.

"But what about the cotton batting on the roof?"

Tanmianlang looked at the third master suspiciously.

"Oh, Master, I've thrown it in the trash."

The third master told this lie without even batting an eye.

"You are so stupid, why did you throw it?"

Tanmian Lang felt that a piece of flesh had fallen off his body.

"I see Master, you sneeze all the time, you must have rhinitis, so it's good for your health to keep clean."

The third master was talking nonsense in a serious manner, regardless of whether he has rhinitis or not, let's talk about it first.

"Really, now the nose doesn't itch anymore." Tanmianlang smiled, but the next second he felt something was wrong, "Then you don't need to throw it away? You can make a padded jacket by collecting these cotton wool. "

"Maybe I'm really stupid."

The third master thought he could get in, but he didn't expect him to go out again.

"Forget it, San'er." Tanmian Lang sighed, "No matter what, you are doing it for my own good."

"Don't be so polite, who told you to be my master." The third master laughed.

This mouthful of "San'er" reached Jia Zhang's ears immediately, and she almost spit out the lunch she had eaten.

Saner?

This old fox is trying to take advantage.

The face is gone.