The old man looked at him and wanted to say more, but he couldn't afford to lose face!

Thinking about it, it's better to forget it since it's the first time.

The two also agreed on the transaction process. The goods will be delivered today or tomorrow, and a small amount will be delivered every once in a while in the future.

Cash transaction, goods delivered upon payment.

After finalizing the agreement, Yang Xiaole finally showed a cheerful smile and glanced at the room opposite.

He smiled at the old man and said, "Old Master, do you know martial arts? Is it too late for me to practice now?"

Upon hearing this, the old man didn't even need to crack his bones. He directly said, "You? With your physique, not only me, but anyone who has been to martial arts schools, escort agencies, or wrestling halls in the capital wouldn't even bother to look at you."

Upon hearing such discouraging words, Yang Xiaole felt unhappy.

"You really know how to talk. Forget about the escort agencies, but those martial arts schools and wrestling halls all charge tuition fees for their disciples."

He was about to say that the old man was talking nonsense.

The old man just smiled and didn't bother to explain.

One is to train the body and teach some basic self-defense techniques.

The other is to pass on his own skills. Can they be the same?

Seeing that the other party didn't think highly of him, Yang Xiaole didn't bother to ask anymore. He would exercise his body and drink more well water.

And then beat the master to death with a punch.

After finalizing the agreement, the three of them left the large courtyard and went back.

Arriving at the small Western-style building of the Hua family, Yang Xiaole was ready to go out and slaughter the pig, and bring the meat back in the evening.

"Auntie, I'll leave now. I have to get some meat for Grandpa and bring yours as well."

Su Ling didn't try to keep him, "That's fine, you go and do your work. Come over for dinner tonight."

"Auntie, don't worry about me. I might have dinner at my Uncle's place."

Upon hearing this, Su Ling didn't insist anymore.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole left the room and pushed the car out into the large courtyard.

After saying goodbye, he rode away on his bike.

After coming out, he looked around, afraid that he would run into his big brother and the others who hadn't left and were eating nearby.

After thinking for a moment, he directly entered an alley and crossed it to another street.

He thought about slaughtering the pig in the space.

But after looking around, he always felt that he couldn't find a suitable place, preferably a small grove.

Thinking about curing some bacon in the space, he bought ten catties of salt along the street.

This much salt would last for a long time.

He could eat fresh meat, but he still needed some bacon and the like.

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

Fried yellow eel and fried garlic sprouts are delicious too.

He wasn't in a hurry. He walked around nearby with an ice cream he had just bought. After all, there was still tomorrow!

But he had to leave at the latest tomorrow morning. He had to go see his Big Sister.

"Squeak!"

Yang Xiaole saw a cotton-picking shop and quickly stopped his bike.

After looking around, he entered an alley and, seeing that no one was there, two tied bags appeared on his car.

He hung the bags on both sides of the car.

Then he pushed the car towards the cotton-picking place.

It was an open storefront, with an old man and a middle-aged man carrying large cotton bows on their backs, constantly picking cotton.

Looking at the old man covered in white fluff, Yang Xiaole asked, "Grandpa, how do you calculate the cotton picking?"

The old man looked at the bag on his car and knew he wasn't just asking randomly.

He stopped his actions and straightened the cotton on his body before saying, "Is it seed cotton or lint?"

"Seed cotton, with seeds."

"Do you still need the cottonseeds?"

"No, I don't need them."

He knew that these cottonseeds could be used as seeds and could also be pressed for oil, which was called edible oil at this time.

When burned, it emitted thick smoke.

When they designated cotton planting in the past, they could exchange it in the village.

"If you don't need the seeds, one bed will cost 1.2 fen."

Yang Xiaole nodded at his words and looked at the finished cotton piled up there, especially the whitest cotton quilts.

He asked, "Are those quilts for sale? Can I exchange them for cotton? I need them urgently."

Hand-picking cotton was very slow.

He didn't want to wait.

The old man glanced at him and shook his head, "You have sharp eyes. Although those quilts are not urgently needed, they are made from first-grade cotton sent by others and cannot be exchanged."

Yang Xiaole frowned.

His cotton was also first-grade, so why not give it a try?

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

"Grandpa, mine is also first-grade! Can I exchange it?"

"Huh!"

The old man looked up and took a look, then walked over from behind the cotton bed.

He reached in and grabbed two handfuls, then put them back in, saying, "It really is first-grade cotton! How much do you have?"

"About seventy to eighty catties?"

The reason why he was in such a hurry to exchange immediately was that cotton was also a controlled commodity, divided into four grades: first to third grade, and a lower grade.

First-grade cotton was rarely used to make quilts. It was basically monopolized by pharmaceutical factories and textile factories.

There would be no trouble if he exchanged it directly.The old man sized him up and finally nodded, "Alright, let's weigh it first and see."

With that, he lifted the sack and headed inside.

"Ying Cai, come and weigh this."

The middle-aged man stopped his work upon hearing this, picked up the large scale hanging on the wall, and walked over.

The two of them together weighed the load.

"72 jin and 6 liang. We calculate it as 4 liang of cotton per jin, which totals 29 jin and 4 qian. Do you want to exchange?"

After weighing, the old man did some calculations and asked him.

Yang Xiaole did some mental calculations, then looked at the cotton quilts on the shelf and asked, "What's the heaviest one?"

"The heaviest is 16 jin, the lightest is 6 jin."

Yang Xiaole pondered for a moment. Without a heated bed, the temperature in the dormitory would definitely be below zero in the winter when it was twenty or thirty degrees below zero outside.

The heavier, the better!

With that thought, he said, "Give me one that's 16 jin, and two that are 6 jin. You can keep the remaining one jin, and don't charge me for it."

Cotton was quite expensive these years, costing several cents per jin!

His space was just lacking quilts, so he could put the small ones in there.

The old man nodded, not at a loss, and even made a profit. However, he didn't fetch the quilts right away, but instead poured out all the cotton and checked it over.

Once he confirmed there were no issues, he bundled up the three quilts, one large and two small, and placed them at the back of his cart.

He then returned the sack to him.

Yang Xiaole thanked him, paid, and carefully pushed his cart away.

After pushing it for a while, he arrived at a lane and directly threw the quilts into his space.

Then he rode his bike out from the other end of the lane.

After riding for a while, he saw a not-so-small grove outside the factory. He looked around, turned to the side, saw no one, and put his bike into his space.

Then he slipped into the grove.

He kept an eye out for any large landmines along the way. This was the factory entrance, so he guessed no one would dare to use the bathroom here.

He didn't find any landmines.

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He looked around and went straight into his space.

(End of Chapter)