This female barber is very skilled

Chapter 13
"Hey, what's the matter? Why did you report to the emergency room of the hospital as a group?"

The pig butcher paid the fees for Carpenter Wang and Tang Qing respectively, and stood in the corridor a little dazed.

"Pig butcher, what happened to Master Jiujin?"

"Carpenter Wang, has he recovered?"

"Is Aunt Shanghai out of danger?"

A large group of neighbors rushed into the emergency room, surrounded the pig killer and asked non-stop.

"Master Jiujin, she was just hungry all day, low blood sugar..."

Just as the pig butcher was about to explain to the neighbors in the neighborhood, a nurse came over and said loudly:

"This is the emergency room of a hospital, not a vegetable market. You have to send representatives to visit the patients, and everyone else should go back. Don't affect our work."

"Everyone, come outside, come outside."

The pig butcher hurried out of the emergency room and waved to the neighbors in the neighborhood.

The neighbors in the neighborhood followed the pig killer out of the emergency room, surrounded him in the open space outside, and asked Tang Qing, Carpenter Wang, and Aunt Shanghai about the situation.

Facing the chattering questions from the neighbors in the neighborhood, the pig butcher's head grew big, and he had no choice but to yell:
"Stop it! Stop it all!"

The neighbors in the neighborhood immediately stopped talking, but their mouths were still open.

The pig butcher was tall, standing in the crowd was like facing a group of piggies waiting to be fed.

But he was the one who slaughtered the pigs and sold them, not the one who raised the pigs, so he was at a loss all of a sudden.

But the butcher is a pig-killer after all. He has seen some big scenes, and usually likes to listen to storytelling and watch costume dramas. He shook his head, cleared his throat, and said in a straight voice:

"Everyone, you came to visit Master Jiujin, Master Wang and Aunt Shanghai early in the morning. It is very touching. I thank you for the three of you."

After finishing speaking, the pig-killer bent down.

"Hey, butcher, are you singing?"

"Pig butcher, what kind of high official do you think you are?"

"Say, how are the three of them doing now?"

The neighbors in the neighborhood don't buy the pig butcher's account.

The pig butcher himself also felt a little blushing, and after a few hey heys, he said:
"Neighbors in the neighborhood, the three of them are all fine now. Master Jiujin was fine at first, just fainted from starvation. Master Wang suffered a little skin trauma, and he can go home after hanging the salt water. Manager Tang, Mrs. Tang, and Mrs. Wang Mom is here, don't worry."

Manager Tang is the neighbor's respectful name for Tang Qing's father. Tang Qing's father used to be the manager of the people's barbershop.

"What about Aunt Shanghai?"

"Aunt Shanghai needs someone to take care of her. It's inconvenient for me to be a big man. I'm embarrassed to go in the ward after sending her to the hospital."

"Pig butcher, which ward is Aunt Shanghai in?"

"Auntie Shanghai has been transferred to the inpatient department, in ward 701 of the Department of Respiratory Medicine."

"Well, you go to the vegetable market to sell meat, and we will take care of Shanghai Auntie."

"Neighbors in the neighborhood, the doctor said that the Shanghai aunt is seriously poisoned by gas and needs to stay for a while. I'll see if you ladies and mothers-in-law can arrange shifts so that at least one person will come to take care of her every day."

"Pig butcher, when did you become so careful?"

"Hey, it's not that I'm careful, it's Master Jiujin who said, she said that you will definitely come, and asked me to tell you."

"Master Jiujin, he still remembers Aunt Shanghai when he fainted."

"What about me? What's wrong with me?"

Tang Qing came out of the emergency room.

"Master Jiujin, are you alright?"

"Master Jiujin, why don't you take a rest?"

"I see that your complexion is still not very good, ask the doctor to hang another bottle of salt water for you!"

The neighbors in the neighborhood immediately surrounded Tang Qing, and the pig butcher became a lonely man.

"I'm fine, have you all had breakfast?"

Tang Qing looked at the uncles and aunts in front of him, his nose was sore and he wanted to cry.

"Eat it, and I brought it to you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Wang's over there has already bought and eaten. How about we go to see Aunt Shanghai together? What do you think?"

"Okay, Master Jiujin, you can arrange it."

"But it's not convenient for so many people to go together, let's go in in batches."

Tang Qing counted the number of people, and there were more than 30 people. She divided these neighbors into five groups, and agreed that each group would last 10 minutes, so there should be no delay.

"Oh, what kind of face does Allah have, please come and have a look."

Aunt Shanghai was lying on the hospital bed, her face pale.

"Non, take a good rest and don't talk too much."

"Everyone gets their hair cut at the People's Barbershop, just like the whole family."

"Don't talk about two things in one family. Now that something happened to you, of course we have to come and see you."

The words of the neighbors in the neighborhood warmed Aunt Shanghai's cold heart again, her pale face gradually returned to blood, and she asked Tang Qing in a weak voice:

"Where's the pig killer? If there is no Yi, Ala will be trapped in the funeral parlor now."

When the Shanghai aunt came home and saw that scene, she was calm at first, and did not forget to take pictures of the unsightly scene with her mobile phone.But when the contractor left the house majestically with the coquettish woman in his hand, she completely collapsed.

Cry, cry without end.

Hate, endless hate.

Resentment, endless resentment.

After crying, hating, and complaining, Aunt Shanghai thinks that her life has come to an end, and there is nothing in this world that she can cherish.

She was originally an orphan, raised by a sweeping lady in a Shanghai alley.

The contractor dredged the sewers in Shanghai. The work was dirty, hard, and tiring, but he made money.He rented a small attic next door to her house. When Grandma Sweeping Died passed away, he took out a sum of money to help her organize a splendid funeral.

The contractor had some savings and decided to go back to his hometown of Yancheng to develop, and she followed him to Yancheng without hesitation.She appreciates that he can bear hardships and stand hard work, and she also likes Yancheng, a small county with beautiful mountains and clear waters. More importantly, this is the birthplace of Yue opera. Shanghai people's love for Yue opera is no less than that of Yancheng people.

In the first few years, the contractor loved Aunt Shanghai very much, and kept her at home as a baby, not letting her go out to work.

But the good times didn't last long. The contractor started to stay out at night, and later he didn't even go home for a whole month. The rumors spread into the ears of Shanghai Auntie, and she pretended not to hear them.

When she was bored, she would go to People's Barbershop, where no one looked down on her.

Gradually, the People's Barbershop became the second home of the Shanghai aunt.

When she closed the doors and windows tightly and turned on the valve of the gas tank, the first thing that flashed in her mind was the sweeping lady who raised her. She was very happy to see the sweeping lady soon, and felt that the smell of gas was similar to that of apples, and it smelled good. .

But what flashed into her mind was the group of neighbors in the people's barber shop. She felt a little reluctant to part with them, and felt that the smell of gas had become the smell of rotten eggs, pungent and disgusting.

"save!"

Aunt Shanghai crawled to the door at the last moment and bumped her head on the door to ask for help.

The pig butcher who lived upstairs just went downstairs to take out the garbage. He smelled a strong smell of gas and heard the door knocking. While calling 120, he called for everyone to break the door and save people.

"Aunt Shanghai, the butcher just went to the vegetable market, and he has been guarding the emergency room all night."

"For Ala Xie."

"They are all neighbors in the neighborhood, so there is no need to say thank you."

In Tang Qing's heart, like Aunt Shanghai, he sincerely admires the pig butcher's righteous act.Although when talking about hair in the barbershop, Aunt Shanghai and the butcher sometimes get angry with each other and gamble for a while.

By the time the neighbors in the neighborhood finished visiting the Shanghai aunts in groups, it was almost eight o'clock in the morning.

"Master Jiujin, go to the store, we are here."

The two aunts who were taking care of the Shanghai aunt today let Tang Qing go.

"Then you have worked so hard. I will come back at night when the shop is closed."

"Master Jiujin, Ala figured it out, it's okay, and Nong is also struggling, so don't come here again at night."

"Aunt Shanghai, don't think too much, we'll talk about everything after getting better."

Tang Qing walked out of the hospital and hurried to the People's Barbershop.She didn't want to break the rule of opening the door at eight o'clock in the morning and closing the door at eight o'clock in the evening.

Alas, if I hadn't closed the shop yesterday afternoon and evening, Aunt Shanghai would not have committed suicide, and Carpenter Wang would not have fallen into the ditch.

But there is no regret medicine to buy in this world?If there was regret medicine to buy, would there still be these joys and sorrows in the world?
But it's okay, it's better to know sooner than later.If Auntie Shanghai has been kept in the dark, it might be out of control in the future, but at least she is still there, and she can sit down and have a good talk.

Tang Qing walked and thought all the way, and soon came to the intersection of Shixin Street.

The old city of Yancheng is not big, and there are only two or three main streets.

Seeing a large number of people gathered in front of the store from a distance, Tang Qing's heart tightened, and he silently prayed that nothing would happen to her because of her.

(End of this chapter)