Through the book eighty: the group pet Fubao is busy getting rich

Chapter 53

"Well, it's wild boar." Tian Chengcheng said.

"Wild pork is really a rare thing." Luo Hongyan saw that Li Caiying had eaten two, and immediately put away the plate. "I have to take it back and give it to our old Cheng to taste. It tastes so good."

Although Li Caiying was a little bit unsatisfied, she didn't have the nerve to eat any more.

When he was about to leave, Tian Chengcheng gave Luo Hongyan a piece of bacon that weighed more than two catties, "Godmother, this is the bacon made by my grandma herself, and the one from that wild boar is delicious. I honor my godmother."

These words touched Luo Hongyan's heart.

"Your little mouth is so sweet, even if the godmother doesn't want it."

"It's meant to be filial to the godmother, so the godmother has to ask for it." Tian Chengcheng said seriously.

A pair of big watery eyes melted people's hearts.

"Oh, yes, Fubao gave it to me, and the godmother will definitely keep it."

Luo Hongyan happily sent the three of them away, and returned home with dumplings and bacon.

Here, a large truck full of fabrics stopped outside Master Wang's tailor shop, and Master Wang was stunned.

"So much?" He looked at the fabric for the trailer, and felt that he had been making clothes all his life, and there was not so much fabric in total.

Immediately panicked.

I can't finish this until I die!
"Grandpa Wang." Tian Chengcheng greeted happily.

"Fubao, here we come." The old master looked at "Xiaoshan" in astonishment.

Guilty!

"Why so many?"

"The waste for several years is here, not much." The truck driver was warm-hearted and said with a smile: "You old and young, it just so happens that I am fine, so I helped unload it, so I can go back."

"Thank you master, I can move it too." Tian Chengcheng thanked quickly, and took a piece of five-flower bacon from the bamboo basket to the driver master, "Uncle, this is bacon, and it's all homemade. You should try it. "

The driver thanked him and accepted it.

Unloading trucks is not his job. If he has the strength to help, he will accept food and drink if others offer him.

Of course, when unloading the truck, the driver worked very hard, sweating profusely without resting.

Tian Chengcheng watched him silently, and took the initiative to greet him. He learned that his name was Zhao Huaisen, 40 years old, and he had three daughters and two sons in his family. Tightly.

Speaking of this, Zhao Huaisen said embarrassedly: "I usually do my best to help others, and I have the audacity to accept some vegetables and fruits or a box of cigarettes. A 40-year-old man doesn’t want a piece of your meat, so he’s ashamed.”

When he said the last sentence, Zhao Huaisen's cheeks were flushed.

He really felt ashamed.

Tian Chengcheng felt more and more that Zhao Huaisen was a good person, at least his character was not bad.

"Uncle Zhao, you rely on your strength to eat. There is nothing shameful. Without your help, we don't know when we will move to the world. There is no free lunch in the world, and we shouldn't help others. Labor is the most glorious, laborers They should also be respected, and wages are the measure of being respected."

Tian Chengcheng's words stunned everyone.

Zhao Huaisen was amused by her and laughed, "You are a likable little girl, and you talk in a different way. No wonder Accountant Luo likes you."

"Is the godmother okay?" Tian Chengcheng raised her head and asked.

His big eyes were filled with question marks.

She talked too much just now, afraid of being misunderstood, so she tried to be ignorant and simple now.

Playing an ignorant child is hard to kill.

Zhao Huaisen thought for a while, and said: "No, Accountant Luo is a very shrewd and capable person, who specializes in accounting and pays more attention to money."

Tian Chengcheng chuckled, "I like money too, the sound of steel coins rattling in my pocket is so nice."

After finishing speaking, she shook her pocket, and there was a clattering sound, she raised her head and asked, "Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good!" Zhao Huaisen was in a good mood when he was teased by her.

Tian Chengcheng smiled, and took out a handful of pebbles from his pocket, "Look, it's pebbles, I'll replace them with steel coins when I have money."

"Hahaha."

After a burst of laughter, the atmosphere improved a lot.

Fu Xinhan looked at her small appearance silently, the corners of his thin lips slightly raised.

I really like her silly and cute little appearance.

Although Tian Chengcheng and Fu Xinhan both participated in the transportation, the five people still moved for more than an hour before unloading.

When Zhao Huaisen left, Tian Chengcheng asked him for his phone number, "Uncle Zhao, if we need someone to help carry it, can you come and help if you have time? I'll count the wages for you."

Zhao Huaisen readily agreed.

Several people were exhausted, especially Master Wang, who was getting older, and he was so tired that he couldn't stand up straight after tossing back and forth for more than an hour.

"With so much fabric, it won't be sold out in a while." Master Wang was still a little worried.

There are too many fabrics, and the market has been bad in the past few years. Many people dare not make new clothes.

Tian Chengcheng smiled, and took out some manuscript papers from his pocket, "Grandpa Wang, take a look at these styles."

No matter what age, the fact that young people love beauty will not change.

Although there is no food in Wangshan Village, this is a city, and there are a lot of young people with iron rice bowls. Among other things, she just learned from Zhao Huaisen that there are more than 6000 workers in the weaving factory alone.

On average, one person makes one set of clothes a year, which is [-] sets, and this batch of cloth is not enough.

The crux of the problem is style.

Master Wang looked at a few pieces of manuscript paper and was shocked, "These styles are good, but I am an old man, no matter how fast I make a pair of pants, it will take a day."

Tian Chengcheng saw those old pedal sewing machines.

Very helpless.

Tools limit their ability to work.

"Master Wang, haven't you recruited an apprentice in these years?" Tian Chengcheng asked.

"No, I'm an old man with a strange temper. I don't like ordinary children's work. I was chased away after a few days of learning." Master Wang sighed.

When people get old, their tempers are getting stronger and stronger. Sometimes it's not without regrets that one person can't do anything by himself, but the temper can't be suppressed.

"If those apprentices are half as clever as you, I'll pay you every month, and I'm willing to accept them."

Looking at Master Wang's eager eyes.

Fu Xinhan said, "Grandpa Wang, Fubao is going to college."

Making clothes is too tiring, and Grandpa Wang is so tired and bent, he doesn't want Fubao to work so hard.

"Uncle Wang, Fubao is still young, so he really can't be an apprentice." Tian Hengyuan also said.

Let Fu Bao come as an apprentice, he would rather he come.

"Look, you two are nervous. I just don't like Fubao. It's hard work as a tailor, and I don't want Fubao to suffer." Master Wang said.

Tian Chengcheng smiled, "Grandpa Wang, I'll help you find a suitable person later. If I find one, I'll let someone come and learn from you for a month.

(End of this chapter)