86. Chapter 86, Playing Cotton (Please subscribe)

Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Chapter 86, Playing Cotton (please subscribe)

The old man looked at him and wanted to say that no matter how many points he made, he would not lose his status!

Thinking about it being the first time, I might as well forget it.

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

Cash transaction, payment of goods is settled.

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

He smiled at the old man and said: "Old man, are you always good at kung fu? Do you think it's too late for me to practice now?"

Hearing this, the old man didn't even need to pinch his bones and said directly: "It's just you? With your body, let alone me, no one in Kyoto who has been to a martial arts school, escort agency or wrestling will look at you seriously.

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

"You will honestly say that, forget about the former escort agency, what martial arts school or wrestling school does not teach disciples for a fee?"

It's almost as if he was telling lies with his eyes open.

The old man just smiled when he heard this and was too lazy to explain.

One is to strengthen the body and teach some basic self-defense methods.

One is teaching his own skills, can it be the same?

Seeing that the other party didn't care about him, Yang Xiaole didn't bother to ask. He exercised himself and drank more well water.

I'll beat the old master to death with random punches later.

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

When they arrived at Hua's small foreign-style building, Yang Xiaole was going to go out and kill the pig and bring the meat over in the evening.

"Auntie, I'm going to leave first. I have to get some meat for the old man, and I'll bring you some of yours as well."

Su Ling didn't hold back: "Okay, you go and do your work first, and come over for dinner in the evening."

"Auntie, please leave me alone. I might eat at my uncle's house."

When Su Ling heard this, she didn't force herself any further.

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

He said hello and left on his bike.

After he came out, his eyes were looking around, fearing that he would encounter his elder brother who had not left to eat nearby.

After thinking for a while, I went straight into an alley, crossed the alley and came to another road.

I thought about going into space and killing the pig.

But after looking around, I still felt that I couldn't find any suitable place, preferably in a small forest.

I thought I needed to pickle some bacon in my space, so I bought ten kilograms of salt in several batches along the street.

This much is enough to last a long time.

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

Bacon has a unique flavor that fresh meat doesn't have.

Stir-fried eel and stir-fried garlic sprouts are both delicious.

He was not in a hurry, walking around the neighborhood with a piece of ice cream he just bought in his hand, since there was still tomorrow anyway!

But I have to leave tomorrow morning at the latest, and I have to go see my eldest sister.

"Crunch!"

Yang Xiaole saw a cotton player and quickly stopped the car.

After looking around, he got into an alley and saw no one. Immediately, two dough bags tied together appeared in his car.

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

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

This is an open facade. There is an old man and a middle-aged man. They are carrying big cotton bows and they are playing there non-stop.

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

The old man saw that there was a flour bag in his car and knew that he was not asking blindly.

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 cotton seeds?”

"No more."

He knew that cottonseed could not only be used as seeds, but also be used to extract oil, which was called sanitary oil.

When it burns, thick smoke comes out.

In the past, when you designated cotton planting, you could go to the countryside to exchange it.

"If you don't want seeds, just pay 1 cents and 2 cents per bed."

Yang Xiaole nodded when he heard this and looked at the prepared cotton piled there, especially the whitest quilts.

I asked: "Are those quilts for sale? Should I exchange them for cotton? I want them urgently."

Playing cotton by hand is very slow.

He didn't want to wait.

The old man glanced at it and shook his head: "You have very sharp eyes. Although I am not in a hurry to get this quilt, it is made of first-grade cotton sent by others and cannot be replaced."

Yang Xiaole frowned.

This is also first-grade cotton. Why don’t you try it?

Thinking of this, he opened his cotton bag, and the fluffy cotton immediately spilled out.

"Uncle, it's the same for me! Can you change it?"

"Huh!"

The uncle looked up and walked over the trampoline.

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

"About seven or eighty pounds?"

The reason why I was so anxious was to change it immediately.

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

First-grade cotton is generally rarely used to make quilts. It is basically wrapped by pharmaceutical factories and textile factories.

You won't have any trouble if you just replace it.

The old man looked him over and over, and finally nodded: "Okay, let's weigh him first. Take a look and then talk."

After saying that, he raised his hand to pick up the dough bag and walked inside.

"Yingcai, come here and weigh me."

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

The two weighed it together.

"72 jins and 6 taels. We calculate it based on the price of 4 taels of lint per catty. The total is 29 jins and 4 taels. Do you want to exchange it?"

After the old man finished weighing, he did some math and asked him.

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

"The heaviest one weighs 16 pounds, and the lightest one weighs 6 pounds."

Yang Xiaole thought about it for a while. Without a kang, the temperature in the dormitory must be minus 20 or 30 degrees below zero in winter.

The heavier, the better!

Thinking of this, he said: "Give me a 16-pound one, and give me two 6-pound ones. I'll give you the remaining one pound, and don't charge me."

Cotton is quite expensive these days, a pound is worth several cents!

It just so happens that there is no quilt in the space, so I just put the small one in the space.

The old man nodded. It was not a loss, but a profit. But instead of getting the quilt, he poured out all the cotton and checked it again.

After confirming that there was no problem, he took three bundled quilts, one large and two small, and placed them behind his car.

Then he returned the bag of bread to him.

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

After pushing for a while, I came to an alley and threw the quilt directly into the space.

Then he rode his bicycle out of the other end of the alley.

After riding for a while, he saw a large forest outside the factory next to him. He looked around, turned to the edge, saw no one, and put the bike into the space.

Then he got into the woods.

I checked for any large landmines along the way. This is the entrance to the factory and no one would dare to use the toilet here.

No landmines were found.

I looked around and went straight into the space.
Chapter completed!