Tailor According To Status

There was a tailor named Fang Qiao in the village. He was more than 50 years old. He apprenticed from an early age, and he cut forty years' clothes.

No matter what the customer wants is the middle and the west, the fabric is thick and thin, and the shape is very special. He can make the clothes fit perfectly and make the wearer very comfortable.

Coupled with his ability to speak and talk, Zhang Qiao was born, so business has been very good.

On that day, several people came to find Fang to make clothes.

One of them was a professional fish farmer in the village. He made money by raising fish, and he often went out to make Fang dress appropriately.

The other is an ordinary farmer who has been planting his whole life for a long time. His son and daughter are getting ready to make a new dress.

There is also a "bad boy" who has gone all day to do nothing but specializes in gambling. He has been strong in these two days, and has won money to buy a "outfit" in the casino.

The three men were all picked out in Fang Qiao, and the size was not yet gone, and another person came in.

It was the village head. He wanted to go out for a trip so that Fang could make a new dress for him.

Fang Qiao faces the smiling face of the village head, and gives him a measure of size. He says, "the village head, I heard that the east village had quickly laid the foundations of the house, so don't forget me."

The village head was so busy that he had no time to chat, and hurried away when he measured the size.

Fang asked him to pick up his clothes early tomorrow morning.

"Look, it's the last time that the village chief has a big face, but he can make a good job for the others."

The specialist said indignantly.

The other two also echoed with each other and said that Fang Qiao's courting of the village head was "flattering".

"You must not be willing, and the three of you will come to pick up their clothes early tomorrow, and I promise that you will make up your clothes at night."

Fang Fang clapped his chest and said.

"Yes, you fool us, stupid people are not good at it yet?

To the village head meticulously meticulous, give us a few thick needle big line, deal with it! "

The gambler pointed at his voice.

"Come see yourselves tomorrow, I promise that the clothes made for you are better than the village head, otherwise I will not receive the money!"

Fang Qiao told them.

"Who can tell you that?

If I could see that the clothes you made for me were better than the village heads, I would rather give you twice the money. "

Even the silent farmer opened his mouth.

"Yes, we are also, if we dress really better than the village head, this value of one hundred and fifty of the clothes we give you three hundred!"

The other two said.

"Well, it's a deal. Come together tomorrow."

Fang Qiao told them.

On the second morning, the three people really came to Fang Qiao here.

Fang Qiao let them sit for a while. After more than 10 minutes, the village chief came.

Fang Qiao just took out the clothes they made to each other and handed them to four of them.

The specialist, the farmer and the gambler quickly opened their clothes and looked at each other: "where do you see this dress coming?"

"Look at the coat pocket!"

Fang Qiao gave them directions.

Several people noticed that the coat of their coat was different.

The jackets of professional households have four pockets, typical of Zhongshan suit.

"You grow the land and raise the fish. You need food, food and money.

The clothes I make for you are two pockets for selling fish, and two for sale in the next pocket.

Fang Qiao explained to him.

The specialist nodded with satisfaction, "yes, really good!"

The farmer saw two big pockets under his coat with a small pocket on it.

"You have two sons and a daughter, who want to earn money to save the children to marry their daughter-in-law.

These two big pockets are for you to save money for your sons. The little pocket on them is for girls to save money. "

Fang Qiao explained to the farmer.

The farmer laughed and the other party nodded, "there is reason and reason!"

"What's wrong with me? Why do I have a pocket?"

Asked the fellow, shaking his coat.

Fang Fang took a photo of the gambler's shoulder and said to him, "people say that the money of the gambler is that pocket goes out in that pocket. I will give you an insurance this time, leaving only the pocket of the money, and the pocket of the money should not be him.

If you put on this dress and enter the casino, you won't lose money! "

The mixture was glad to hear it, and continued to say, "yes, yes, it is good to win, not lose, win or lose."

The three suddenly remembered something and turned to the village head: "how many pockets do you have on your coat?"

Only when the village chief shook his coat, three people could not help but be shocked.

"This...

Why don't you even have a pocket? "

They asked in surprise.

"What the village chief does with his own pocket!"

What he wants, just take the pockets of our common people! "

Fang Qiao raised his voice and said no more.

"Want money, reach out to the professional account bag to get it; want food in the pockets of farming land; it's all right. If you want to catch some extra cash and grab gambling, people will really win the battle, and gamblers have to pay a fine."

Fang Qiao's voice was just falling, and the three people of the household, the farmer and the mixed group could not help laughing. They rushed out and stuck out their thumbs.

The village head was unhappy, and looked up with a heavy face and said nothing.

Dropping two hundred yuan, he glared at the side of the coin and walked away in anger.

"Given more village heads, we can't spend so much money!"