"Finished!!"
Duan Mu packed up the various tools, then looked at the brand-new little cabin before him and nodded in satisfaction.
"Boss Duan Mu, your craftsmanship is getting better and better." The middle-aged man beside him laughed. "If only my child had been a daughter. No matter what, I would have married her to you."
"I'll remember you said that."
Duan Mu smiled faintly and accepted the payment the man handed him.
"Just wait until I have my second child." The man burst out laughing at that.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Duan Mu glanced at the sky and said, "Then you should get back to work, Uncle Daosui. If there's nothing else, I'll head back first. If there's anything wrong with the house, come to Yorozuya anytime."
After bidding the uncle farewell, Duan Mu pulled several commission slips from his robes and examined them carefully.
"This is yesterday's commission from the elder of West District 1... This one is from the textile factory, and this one is for building a house... There really are fewer and fewer commissions." Shaking his head, he tore up the copies of the commission slips and threw them into a trash can as he passed by.
In previous years, the month before winter was always the peak season for commissions. It was only from the start of winter until the following spring that commissions became as scarce as they were now.
But this year, the work had dried up early...
Duan Mu did not take it too seriously, though. For one thing, there was always a period of free time every year; this year, it had merely come a month early. For another, Yorozuya's Seireitei branch was nearly finished, so he should be able to receive some commissions there soon.
Besides...
Given how popular