Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 157 Shave and Haircut

"Wang Dazhai's new daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy to her in-law's family right after she got married."

"The old bachelor from Liangtun married a beggar woman from other places."

"During the winter moon, the boy at Dongshan Mine Hole Ditch was beaten like a wild boar, and he hit dozens of iron bullets."

Old man Wen chatted with the old people enthusiastically about the news that they didn't know the true or false. When the third person was shaved, old man Wen was a little unreliable. Today, all the old people came, not a single young one.

"I said that the young people in your team really went to the commune and county to shave their heads?"

"Who knows, there are two bad money burned." The old people said something they couldn't get used to, but they didn't see the young man who tied up his family to prevent him from going to the city or the commune to cut his head.

"Hey, you don't need to talk about your skills, but young people want to follow the trend, and you don't know how to cut your hair like that on TV." The old man under Old Man Wen joked.

Old man Wen said unhappily: "It's so nice to clean up that foreign style. Keep a clean and neat haircut, it's easy to work, and it's pleasing to the eye."

"Old man Wen, I have to blame you for this. At such an advanced age, why don't you pursue progress at all?"

"I'll give your grandma a leg." Old Man Wen cursed, the two were obviously acquaintances, and the old man who was scolded was not angry, but mocked Old Man Wen for being robbed of his business.

This sentence really touched the sore spot of old man Wen. He just made money at the bottom of the year, but the customers went to other places to have their hair cut. Can he not be angry?
Old man Wen was surrounded by a bunch of old customers, but he didn't see any young people, and he was really anxious if he didn't say anything.Yesterday, I heard that the people of Hantun got a dividend. He came here early in the morning, skipping several bunkers in the middle, for fear of running away from customers, but unexpectedly lost them.

"I said look carefully, the scalp has been scraped off." Said the member under old man Wen.

"Look at the cracks on your neck. How long has it been since you washed them? Can you wash them off if I shave them off? Shave your head and wash it clean. Have a good year." Old man Wen said This kind of incident due to one's own mistakes is easy to do, and the responsibility is directly shifted to the customer.

"I just washed my hair last week. How come it's cracked? You're a loser."

Old man Wen was noisy with customers, and the members around him also joined in. For a while, the small shaving stall was quite lively.

He Ping heard at the chicken farm that a barber had come to the team, and it happened that his hair was a little long.He used to cut his hair in communes or county towns before, and this time he also had a taste of it. He hadn't experienced the craft of a barber yet.

He went up to the small river and called Xiao Zhu'er who was skating, "Zhu'er, go get your hair cut with Dad."

Xiao Zhuer followed He Ping with the ice cart.

When I walked to the gate of the brigade, I saw a group of old men surrounding the barber.

When He Ping approached, the old people in the team greeted one after another: "He Ping is here!"

"Hey, here we come, come and get a haircut." He Ping greeted each of them one by one, "Where are you in line? How many more?"

"you first."

"It's okay, you came first, you cut it first."

"We have nothing to worry about. You can cut it first." The old people in the team let He Ping cut it first.

Old man Wen had long heard that there was a capable man in Hantun who could write books and run a chicken farm. It was thanks to him that the members of the Hantun commune were able to share so much money this year.

"This is the great writer of your castle, right?"

"I don't see that old man Wen, your skills are not good now, but your vision has improved, isn't that what it is." The old people joked about old man Wen wantonly.

"You're joking, just write something."

"You're so modest. No one in the Manchu commune knows your name, and everyone admires you when you mention it, this!" Old man Wen took the time to give He Ping a thumbs up with a razor in his hand.

"It's too much praise, it's just tossing around." He Ping said modestly.

Old man Wen said to the people around him: "Look, why don't writers of this size come to my stall to have their hair cut? There are two young people in your team who have a lot of money. This guy is floating around. He even goes to the county town to burn his bag. "

The members call it shaving, shaving, and old man Wen calls it a haircut.

This is still related to the Qing army's entry into the customs. The so-called keep your hair but not your hair, keep your hair but not your head, and shave your head if you can't shave your hair.Old man Wen and the barbers certainly hope to beautify their profession a little bit. In the early years, the term haircut was introduced from the south, and he insisted on calling what he did "haircut" instead of shaving.

Old man Wen's words once again aroused the old people's desire to talk.

"It's not that bad, I started burning buns as soon as I had two coins."

"Who doesn't want to be auspicious during the Chinese New Year? It's a foreign style to cut your hair in the upper city."

"What's so nonsense about it, they're all the same thing, a waste of money."

He Ping listened to the complaints of the old people, and felt a little bit like laughing. Sure enough, no matter what age, the generation gap will always exist.

In the past two days, he knew that the young people in Hantun had gathered together to run to the city and the commune. Now that they have money in their pockets, can they not bother.

Especially those who are in love with each other, take them to the city to get a haircut, buy clothes, have a meal, watch a movie, tsk tsk tsk, it's so beautiful.

After finishing his work with the person in hand, old man Wen called He Ping over, He Ping waved his hand to let the old people in the team go first, and the old people unanimously let He Ping go first.

He Ping had no choice but to sit on it. He looked at the razor in Old Man Wen's hand, "If you don't need this, just cut it shorter for me."

The barber used large scissors and clippers to cut hair. Old man Wen shook his white apron and tied it gently on He Ping.

He sharpened the scissors, tried the blades on his own hands before dropping them.As soon as He Ping started using the scissors, he felt different. Old man Wen's hands were very soft.Don't get me wrong, it's the kind of comfortable feeling with warmth.The "click" of the scissors rang in my ears continuously, revealing a sense of relaxing pleasure.

It doesn't take much time, and the faders are started after the scissors are used up. At this time, the faders are all manual, and they can be pushed with one grip.

Finally, old man Wen sprinkled some white powder on He Ping's temples and his neck, rubbed a brush with water to make foam, and shaved He Ping off the short stubble on the temples and neck with a razor.

The white apron was lifted off, and Old Man Wen pointed the mirror at He Ping, "How is it?"

He Ping looked at his neat hairstyle in the mirror, and smiled on his face, "Very good."

"This time I've talked about the bosses in the streets and alleys. All the great writers in Hantun have their hair cut here. I will have to raise the price in the future." Old man Wen complimented.

"You're joking. Xiao Zhu'er, come here and ask Grandpa to cut your hair too." He Ping stood up and called Xiao Zhu'er, "I have to trouble you to do it for the child too."

"You're welcome, you should." Old Man Wen sharpened his knife and turned to Xiao Zhu'er after finishing speaking.

"How do you manage your child's hair?" Old Man Wen asked.

"Just have a flat head."

"Got it."

　Thanks to the two book friends "The nickname already exists" and Yueyue 1987 for their rewards, thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)