Crossing the bar on the tyrant: the only favorite

Chapter 280 Short Happiness 8
The proprietress hurriedly asked for some of the best silk and satin suitable for men to make clothes.

Qiu Yishui looked at it pretendingly, pointed to one of the silks and satins and said, "This one is not bad."

The proprietress praised: "Master, you have good eyesight. This satin is perfect for you. Master, how many feet do you need?"

"Ten feet." Qiu Yishui replied casually.

Ten feet is probably more than enough.

Ten feet?How old is she, and she wants so much?But the proprietress has no doubts, the customer's words are the imperial decree, as long as she is willing to buy, of course, the more the better.

Immediately, I personally measured ten feet of satin and cut it out, and presented it to Qiu Yishui.

Qiu Yishui nodded and said, "Yes, good. Pull out all their threads."

"Screw, snag?" the proprietress asked in surprise, did she hear correctly?

"Yes."

"My lord, if you want silk thread, this store has the best silk thread. There is really no need to spin it." The proprietress said in embarrassment.

How much work would it take to draw so many silks and satins into silk?

Qiu Yishui came here purely to amuse her, and replied solemnly: "Silk thread is not possible, I just want the silk drawn from the satin. I have a use for it. Why, are you afraid that I won't be able to pay for it?"

He took out a large ingot of silver from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

"As long as you pull out all the threads of this satin, all this silver will be yours."

Seeing Yinzi, the proprietress's eyes lit up, she swallowed her saliva, and hurriedly responded: "Okay, okay. Young master, please wait a moment."

Such a large ingot of silver is more than 100 taels, how much money does it take to earn it.Don't you just draw a thread, what's so great about it.

He turned his head and called to the counter: "All of you, come over and do things for this young master."

Qiu Yishuizhi said: "A few of them can't do it, they are all boys with big hands and feet. You have to smoke this one yourself."

"This, okay." The proprietress looked at the silk and satin, then at the silver, and reluctantly agreed.

Qiu Yishui sat on the chair contentedly, sipping tea, admiring the landlady's plump and short fingers clumsily pulling out the silk threads one by one.

(End of this chapter)