"Yes, it's wild boar meat." Tian Chengcheng said.
"Wild boar meat is really rare." Luo Hongyan saw Li Caiying eat two pieces and put the plate away. "I have to take it back to our old Cheng to try. It tastes so good."
Although Li Caiying felt a little unsatisfied, she didn't feel comfortable eating any more.
Before leaving, Tian Chengcheng stuffed a piece of bacon weighing more than two kilograms into Luo Hongyan's hand and said, "Godmother, this is the bacon my grandmother made herself. It's from the wild boar. It's so delicious. My grandmother said that I can't recognize my relatives for nothing, so she asked me to honor you."
These words touched Luo Hongyan's heart.
"You have such a sweet mouth, it's impossible for godmother not to want it."
"It's originally a way to show my filial piety to my godmother, so she has to accept it." Tian Chengcheng said seriously.
A pair of big watery eyes can melt people's hearts.
"Oh, yes, it's given by Fubao, so godmother will definitely keep it."
Luo Hongyan happily saw the three of them off and went home carrying the dumplings and bacon.
Here, a large truck loaded with cloth stopped outside Master Wang's tailor shop, and Master Wang was stunned.
"So many?" He looked at the basket of cloth and felt that he had made clothes all his life, but he still didn't have so much cloth.
I suddenly felt a little panicked.
This is something you can never finish until you die!
"Grandpa Wang." Tian Chengcheng greeted happily.
"Fubao, here he comes." The old master looked at the "hill" and was speechless.
Guilty!
"Why so many?"
"There's a lot of scrap from several years ago." The truck driver was kind-hearted and said with a smile, "You guys, old and young, are all here. I'm free now, so I'll help you unload it so I can go back."
"Thank you, master. I can move it too." Tian Chengcheng thanked him quickly and took a two-pound piece of bacon from the bamboo basket and gave it to the driver. "Uncle, this is bacon. It's all homemade. Please try it."
The driver thanked him and accepted it.
Unloading the truck was not his job, but he had the strength to help, so he accepted the food and drink given by others, thinking of it as a way to earn a living by working hard.
Of course, when unloading the truck, the driver worked very hard and did not even take a break even though he was sweating profusely.
Tian Chengcheng watched silently and took the initiative to greet him. She learned that his name was Zhao Huaisen, he was 40 years old, and he had three daughters and two sons. Although he and his wife both had stable jobs, they lived a tight life because they had so many children.
At this point, Zhao Huaisen said embarrassedly: "I usually help people transport goods, and I just help out a little. I shamelessly accept vegetables, fruits, or cigarettes from others. It's really because my family is having a hard time. Otherwise, I, a 40-year-old man, would not want a piece of your meat. It's embarrassing."
When he said the last sentence, Zhao Huaisen's cheeks turned red.
He really felt embarrassed.
Tian Chengcheng felt more and more that Zhao Huaisen was a good person, at least he had good character.
"Uncle Zhao, you earn your living by your own labor, there's nothing shameful about that. Without your help, we wouldn't know when we'd move in. There's no such thing as a free lunch, and no one should help anyone else. Labor is the most glorious, and workers should be respected. Wages are the measure of that respect."
Everyone was stunned by Tian Chengcheng's words.
Zhao Huaisen was amused by her and laughed out loud, "You are a likable girl, and you speak in a set way. No wonder Accountant Luo likes you."
"Isn't godmother good?" Tian Chengcheng asked with her head raised.
His big eyes were full of question marks.
She had said too much just now and was afraid of being misunderstood by others, so she tried to act as ignorant and simple as possible now.
It's so difficult to play an ignorant child.
Zhao Huaisen thought for a moment and said, "No, Accountant Luo is a very smart and capable person. He specializes in accounting and he values money."
Tian Chengcheng laughed, "I like money too. The sound of coins clattering in my pocket is so nice."
After she finished speaking, she shook her pockets, which made a rustling sound. She looked up and asked, "Does it sound good?"
"It sounds nice!" Zhao Huaisen was in a good mood because of her amusement.
Tian Chengcheng smiled and took out a handful of pebbles from his pocket. "Look, these are pebbles. I'll exchange them for coins when I have money."
"Hahaha."
After a burst of laughter, the atmosphere became much better.
Fu Xinhan looked at her little appearance silently, with the corners of his thin lips slightly raised.
I really like her silly and cute little look.
Although Tian Chengcheng and Fu Xinhan both participated in the move, it still took the five of them more than an hour to complete the unloading.
When Zhao Huaisen left, Tian Chengcheng asked for his phone number. "Uncle Zhao, if we need help moving things, could you come and help if you have time? I'll pay you for it."
Zhao Huaisen agreed readily.
Several people were exhausted, especially Master Wang, who was old and was so tired after going back and forth for more than an hour that he couldn't even straighten his back.
"With so much fabric, we won't be able to sell it all in a short time." Master Wang was still a little worried.
There is too much fabric, and the market has been bad in recent years, so many families dare not make new clothes.
Tian Chengcheng smiled and took out some manuscript paper from his pocket. "Grandpa Wang, take a look at these designs."
No matter what era, young people’s love of beauty will never change.
Although there is not enough food to eat in Wangshan Village, it is a city with a lot of young people with stable jobs. Not to mention anything else, she just learned from Zhao Huaisen that there are more than 6,000 workers in the weaving factory alone.
On average, one person makes one set of clothing a year, which is 6,000 sets. This batch of cloth is not enough.
The key to the problem lies in style.
Master Wang looked at the manuscripts and was shocked. "These designs are good, but I'm an old man. Even if I work fast, it will take me a whole day to make a pair of pants."
Tian Chengcheng saw those old foot-operated sewing machines.
Very helpless.
Tools limit their ability to do their work.
"Master Wang, haven't you recruited an apprentice in these years?" Tian Chengcheng asked.
"No, I'm an old man with a weird temper. I look down on most children doing work. I drive them away after just a few days of learning." Master Wang sighed.
As people get older, their tempers get worse. Sometimes, when a person keeps everything to himself, it’s not that he doesn’t regret it, but he just can’t control his temper.
"If those apprentices were half as clever as you, I'd pay them every month and still take them."
Looking at Master Wang’s eager eyes.
Fu Xinhan said, "Grandpa Wang, Fubao is going to college."
Making clothes is so tiring that Grandpa Wang’s back is bent from exhaustion. He doesn’t want Fubao to work so hard.
"Uncle Wang, Fubao is still young and really can't be an apprentice." Tian Hengyuan also said.
He would rather have Fubao be the apprentice.
"Look how nervous you two are. I just love Fubao. Being a tailor is hard work, and I don't want Fubao to suffer this." Master Wang said.
Tian Chengcheng smiled and said, "Grandpa Wang, I'll help you find a suitable person later. If I find one, I'll have them study with you for a month. If they're suitable, you can stay. If not, forget it."
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