Character plot experience system

Chapter 61, Tiger Skin

Tang Zang took the money and left the bridge. He really wanted to buy quilts and bamboo mats with the money?
No, he took the money and went straight to the tailor shop.

Knowing his appearance, Tang Zang would definitely be looked down upon by others when he entered the store, and he would definitely receive defective products for custom-made clothes, so he needed a tiger skin to pretend to be a tiger.

Sometimes language is a good tiger skin.

Walking into the tailor shop, as Tang Zang expected, the owner of the tailor shop just raised his eyelids and glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to work on his hands.

Tang Zang stepped forward and slapped a dollar on the table.

Tailor owner: "The one-dollar clothes are over there, pick them yourself."

Tang Zang: "I'm not here to buy clothes. This is a deposit from my young master. My young master needs you to order a formal suit for him. He wants the latest style from foreign countries. The silk and satin must be imported. It must be comfortable to wear. After three days, I will Come get your clothes."

After listening to Tang Zang's words, the tailor boss stopped his work and took a good look at Tang Zang. He really looked like the servant of a rich family, young and strong, who specialized in running errands.

Tailor boss: "May I ask who your young master is?"

Tang Zang: "Why do you ask so many questions? I asked you to make a dress and my young master came to introduce himself to you?"

The tailor owner quickly waved his hand: "Don't dare, I'm just curious."

The one who can be called the young master is definitely not someone who can be provoked by oneself.

"The size of your young master..."

Hearing the tailor's question, Tang Zang pretended to be annoyed and muttered in a low voice on purpose, but deliberately let the tailor hear him.

"Too bad, I forgot the size of the young master. If I go back and ask now, I will definitely be beaten to death."

Then, Tang Zang slapped his forehead again, and said to the tailor: "My young master is about the same as me, so you can make it according to my size."

The tailor owner swallowed his saliva. If he couldn't remember the size, he would be beaten to death. Could it be that his young master is the frightening second generation of the army...

Forget it, just do what he says, even if the size is not right, I will blame him all on.

"Okay, but... little brother, three days is too short, can you give me two more days? It may not be possible to do it in three days."

Tang Zang snorted coldly: "I'll give you the money, and I'll tell you what kind of clothes to order. If you can't make them in three days, hehe, don't even think about opening your store again. Go home and plow the fields."

After all, Tang Zang walked away. When he reached the door, he stopped and turned his head: "Hurry up and do it. My young master is in a bad mood recently. Maybe you won't even have the chance to go home and plow the fields."

After speaking, Tang Zang left the tailor shop.

It has to be said that Tang Zang, who can tell at first glance that he is using the name of "young master" to show off his might, has performed very successfully. The tailor boss has fully believed that if he can't make it in three days, he will be beaten to death.

Why does it have to be three days later?

There are two reasons. One is to ask the tailor to find a way to make the clothes within three days. When the time is tight, the tailor has no mind to think about whether the "young master" Tang Zang said is real.

Second, when I was moving rice at the pier, I heard the chat between the steward and the accountant. I heard that in the middle of this month, that is, four days later, in the heaven and earth, there will be a second generation of rich, second generation of military, second generation of officials, and others. It's a pity that they don't have that status, and they don't have the opportunity to enter this kind of party.

And Tang Zang came here just for this party, and by sneaking into the party, he had the opportunity to get in touch with all kinds of powerful young people in his family, and through their hands, he could complete his great cause.

As for the money for clothes, Tang Zang didn’t have any. It would cost at least 15 yuan to order a formal suit, let alone the latest style, and the price would definitely not be lower than 30 yuan, which is almost the same as Tang Zang’s. Months of hard earned money.

As for the final payment, Tang Zang didn't intend to pay it. One of the reasons was that he didn't have money. The main reason was that he didn't want to pay it. It was a pity not to use it because he was wearing a tiger skin.

After leaving the tailor shop, Tang Zang spent [-] cents to buy some food, and the remaining [-] cents was only enough to buy a bamboo mat and a quilt.

After spending all the money, Tang Zang returned to the bottom of the bridge with his things,
I saw Tang Jun smoking a pipe with an old man and listening to the old man bragging.

Tang Zang put the bamboo mat and quilt beside him, took out two steamed buns to eat by himself, and took out another two steamed buns and put them beside Tang Jun, and kept the rest for lunch.

Tang Jun’s bong disappeared last night, and now he uses the same bong as the old man. This kind of bong is very cheap. It costs one cent a piece in the market, and the broken cigarettes cost three cents a bag. It can probably be smoked Four or five days.

The old man: "This is your son? He's so old."

Tang Jun laughed happily: "Yes... yes... long... grown up."

The old man: "My girl is eighteen this year, why don't you try pairing them together? By the way, my girl is a tailor in a tailor shop. In the future, she will open a tailor shop if she has money. Is your son a tailor? What?"

Tang Jun took two puffs of dry cigarette: "He... he... is working... at the pier."

When the old man heard this, he patted his thigh: "The pier is good, the wages are very high, my daughter only spends [-] cents for a whole day's work."

Tang Zang didn't care to listen to their conversation, he was only thinking about sneaking into the party in a few days, and how to fool those second generations.

He has already thought about how to get in.I have to borrow Tang Jun's medal to use it.

Tang Jun chatted happily with the old man, and it seemed that Tang Zang's marriage was also given.

The old man helped Tang Jun limping to Tang Zang: "Zang... Zang'er, I... I'll find... a marriage... a marriage for you, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Zang stood up: "I'm not interested, don't bother me."

The old man heard: "Hey, you boy, how do you talk to your father?"

Tang Zang glanced at the old man: "He is not qualified to be my father, and you are not qualified to say me. You really have to think about your daughter. At least let her marry a husband who has a place to live, instead of a man who stays at the bottom of the bridge. With a burdensome husband."

After finishing speaking, Tang Zang walked away from the bottom of the bridge without looking back.
The old man: "Brother, your son... this, alas, I don't know what to say."

Tang Jun smiled and shook his head: "It's...it's my...fault. He...he came out...to find food for himself...when he was seven years old...I...be...a father...only gave birth to him ...never raised...educated him...'

The old man sighed: "This child is suffering, but it can't be like this."

When Tang Zang was six years old, his younger sister also died, and he lived on other people’s leftovers every day. When he was seven years old, Tang Jun came back. Because he hated Tang Jun, Tang Zang didn’t want to use his money to buy food, so he picked up garbage by himself. Sell ​​money and be self-sufficient.

It was not until Tang Jun's pension was no longer available that Tang Zang could afford Tang Jun's food and drink. He was only ten years old at that time.

Tang Zang himself doesn't know how he survived
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(End of this chapter)