Chapter 2629: play

This painful memory is as fresh as an axe, chisel and knife engraved memory. It has been unforgettable for a long time. Whenever I think of it, I feel heartache.
Closer to home.
When the tailor saw old Paige coming, he glanced at him, then at me, and asked in confusion: "You two know each other?"
"More than knowing" Old Paqi smiled and patted me on the back: "This kid is my niece and son-in-law."
The master tailor nodded with an ugly expression. After a while, he said solemnly: "Even if it is your niece-in-law, I can't tolerate this insult!"
As he said, he pushed his open baggage in front of Old Paige who was just sitting on the high chair, and said angrily: "Look at the good things your niece-in-law did! A pile of rubbish! Rubbish! He actually held one. Pile of useless scraps, find me, a master tailor, to sew crafts!"
The thin body of the Master Tailor kept shaking with violent gasps. He was really out of breath.
Unexpectedly, old Paige didn't change his face and even laughed out loud.
Just when the tailor master was furious, and the export was about to become dirty, Old Paqi waved his hand and said leisurely: "Be safe and don't worry, and don't be disturbed."
The tailor's face was gloomy, his half-opened mouth trembled, and then closed fiercely, and then he sighed again.
Old Paige glanced at me, smiled and shook his head, and said, "Do you think he is insulting you when he comes to find you to sew with this pile of corner fabrics? No, no, you don’t know, this kid I once took a piece of scrap iron and asked me to repair it as a sword. My reaction at the time was much more intense than you. I almost fell ill with gas."
He took a deep breath and said, "But, slowly, through contact, I probably understand that this kid is not malicious, he just doesn't understand the glory of our craftsmen, or in fact, in his recognition Zhiri, our abilities are far more than ten times and a hundred times stronger than what we actually have."
With that said, Old Paige picked up a palm-sized snake skin and murmured: "I didn't have the ability to restore a handful of scrap iron films to a new look. I just don't know if you made this pocket of scraps into a work of art. Or is it the same as mine?"
The master tailor's face was reddish, he snorted, took out a piece of snake skin the same size as a palm from his bag, rubbed it for a while, and said proudly: "Of course I can do it!"
I hurriedly borrowed the donkey from Po Xia, pushed the burden forward, accompanied by a smile, and said, "Then please ask the master, you can rest assured, the price is easy to say."
As I said, I took out a list from my pocket. The handwriting on it was rather scribbled: "What is written on this is a shopping list that I ordered from you. As for the rest of the snake skins, you can make whatever you want. Some crafts, I will buy them all by then."
After receiving the list, the master tailor looked carefully for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Forget the money, I want dragon skin."
"...The size of a slap?"
"Do you think the old man's sewing skills are only worth a slap-sized dragon skin?"
"Then...Two slaps?"
"At least one meter long and wide!"
The master tailor is beyond doubt.
I thought for a while, got up with a dejected look, walked to the counter, and quietly picked up the baggage.
"Xiaoyi, what do you mean?"
Before waiting for the master tailor to export, Old Paige asked first.
"Pack your things and go to another house" I said in a low tone.
"Looking for another house? Why?" Old Paige asked doubtfully: "This is the best tailor shop in Moonlight City!"
"That's not worth the value of a one-meter square dragon skin!" I helplessly said: "Besides, is the dragon skin so easy to get? Not only did it cost me so much to slay the dragon, I convinced the dragon to let me Taking away the dragon’s corpse also took a lot of my work. I also had to bear the risk of being regarded as an enemy by the dragon... Hey, a thousand words are like this, "The baby is in pain, the baby just doesn’t say come out'."
While making up stories with emotion, he squeezed out a few tears and rubbed his eyes vigorously, deliberately creating the illusion that he had just cried.
Fortunately, my acting online, and deliberately made a look of grief, unbearable pain, and instantly aroused old Paige's sympathy.
Old Paggy wiped the corners of his eyes, sighed, and said, "It's not easy for people to have so many children, so can't you lower the standard and give him some benefits?"
Afterwards, he pointed to the dragon leather gloves on the top of his head, and said: "When someone gave you the dragon leather for this pair of gloves, did you confiscated a penny?"
The old tailor's face flushed, and he coughed awkwardly, and said, "Well, just treat it as repaying the favor. I'll help with that."
Old Paggy walked over quickly and withdrew me back.
Putting the baggage back on the counter, the master tailor tossed over the broken elite horn snake skin, was silent for a while, and said: "Two palm-sized dragon skins can't be less. This is the bottom line."
"This..." Old Paggy glanced at the master tailor reproachfully, then turned his head, and looked at me with some worry.
I looked embarrassed, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded slightly.
This business is finally completed.
On the way back, Old Paqi said: "I thought you wouldn't agree, after all, dragon skin is so precious."
"Precious is true, but the dragons I said before are at risk of being hostile to me, but they are fake." After wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, the corners of my mouth curled up and smiled and said, "The dragons and me are irresistible, except for the dragon king. Except for the skin, any skin, as long as I want it strongly, I can get it."
"Huh? How dare you even lie to me?" Old Paggy became annoyed: "Fortunately, I just spoke for you..."
I shook my head and said, "Uncle, don't worry, listen to my explanation."
Old Paige raised his eyebrows and said, "Explain it."
"Yes."
Later, I told him the reason for the pretense.
In fact, my thoughts are like this. No matter the human race, the orc race, the dwarf race, the goblin race, the elf race, or the goblin race, they all have greed and selfishness.
This is among them, the goblin clan is more frank and never hides their greed.
They will ask for what they want, and they will strive for what they desire. This seems to be a manifestation of greed over reason, but in fact it is true temperament.
Because of this, I have a more sincere friendship with the goblin family who have a very bad reputation in the outside world.
This kind of sincere friendship is also reflected in the straightforward dwarves.
Other races, especially businessmen, made me feel bad.
They will not consider how to fight, but how to extract, use means and conditions to exchange what they want.
Although the result of this behavior seems to be consistent with the result of hard work, the foreseeable future is completely different.
After striving for it, they will feel full and happy, and can do it in moderation, because they know very well that they can still get it again through hard work when they need it in the future, just as they once did.
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