This female barber is very skilled

Chapter 134 Tang Qing is in a trance

"Bao inquire, do you want to be golden?"

Tang Qing scolded.

"No, no, master Jiujin, I don't want golden lights. It was Damao Niang who took out countless golden lights from a broken box under the bed and handed them to Da Mao to buy a villa."

When Bao Da heard Tang Qing was angry, he didn't dare to talk anymore.

Tang Qing's complexion changed abruptly, and he involuntarily stood up from the barber chair.

Carpenter Wang was also taken aback, and moved his thin body to Bao inquired as quickly as possible on the long row of benches.

"You mean the big hairy lady has something valuable hidden?"

"How can the big hairy lady have valuable things?"

The heads of Tang Qing and Carpenter Wang almost reached the head of the man who inquired about it.

"Master Jiujin, Master Wang, it's not just a valuable thing, it's that golden hard currency!"

"Are you serious?"

Tang Qing still didn't believe it.

"Master Jiujin, I may be fooling others, but how can I fool you here?"

"Is it gold bars?"

"Well, the real 'big yellow croaker'."

"how many?"

"More than 30."

Bao inquired stretched out three fingers and twirled it a dozen times in front of Tang Qing.

"Oh, my mother."

Carpenter Wang slapped his forehead and stuck out his tongue in disbelief.

Tang Qing couldn't believe it, how could this poor jingling big hairy girl have more than 30 "big yellow croakers"?

Seeing that Tang Qing and Carpenter Wang still didn't believe it very much, Bao Dian stood up and said:
"Master Jiujin, Master Wang, you guys are going with me to the new real estate in the south of the city. Da Mao and Sha Gu are still picking villas there, and Pig Slayer and Aunt Shanghai are also there."

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

Tang Qing talked to himself, standing where he was stupid.

"Master Jiujin, several gold shops have gone to Damao's house to see the 'big yellow croaker', and one of them offered a good price."

Bao inquiring doesn't seem like telling a lie.

"Then more than 30 'big yellow croakers' are more than enough to buy a villa?"

Carpenter Wang also stood up.

"According to the people in the gold shop, each piece is at least 300, and [-] pieces are at least [-] million. Do you think there is more?"

"More than enough, more than enough."

"Master Wang, how is it? Should we go to the south of the city to see Da Mao and the others choose a villa, or go to Yipinxiang to drink two cups?"

"What's so good about picking a villa? Go to Yipinxiang, I won't go home for lunch anyway."

"Okay, Master Wang is generous, please come to your car!"

Bao inquired and bent over to ask Carpenter Wang to get into his rickshaw.

"Come on, little Lizi, lead the way."

Carpenter Wang drove towards Yipinxiang in a rickshaw that was inquired about, ignoring that Tang Qing was alone in the people's barbershop.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

Tang Qing hasn't recovered yet.

"Master Jiujin, you are free now, shave my head."

A neighbor walked into the People's Barbershop.

"Oh, good."

Tang Qing shaved her neighbor's head, but she was still in a trance. If she hadn't been so skilled, she might have shaved her head and broke her blood.

"Master Jiujin, money."

"Oh."

"Master Jiujin, take your time."

"Oh."

Tang Qing packed up the shaving tools in a daze, and walked out of the people's barber shop in a daze.

"Qing, why are you back?"

"Have you eaten lunch yet?"

"Oh."

Tang Qing returned home in a daze, and this home was naturally her real home, where her parents were.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I'll make it for you if you haven't eaten it, we've already eaten it."

"Oh."

"What happened to you?"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Oh."

Tang Qing's mother only knew "Oh" when Tang Qing entered the door, and sat on the stool without talking much. She was a little flustered, pulled Tang Qing's father to the kitchen, and asked in a low voice:
"Do you think Qing'er has a mental illness? Does she look stupid?"

Tang Qing's father poked his head out, looked around the main house, then turned around and said to Tang Qing's mother:
"Don't talk nonsense, mental illness is neuropathy. If you are not neurotic, I am not neurotic. Your daughter is quite neurotic? So, you cook a bowl of chicken noodles for her, and I will go over and talk to her first."

"Then tell her well, don't get angry, don't provoke her."

"I have the numbers."

Tang Qing's father returned to the main house and sat down beside Tang Qing.

Tang Qing did not greet his father as usual, but sat on the stool stupidly, looking at a pot of shallots in the yard without blinking.

Tang Qing's father can't stay idle at ordinary times, and uses foam boxes to grow daily side dishes such as onions, leeks, and garlic in a small courtyard.

"Is your father good? Not only does he shave his head well, but he also grows onions, leeks, and garlic well, right?"

Tang Qing's father saw that Tang Qing was looking at Cong, so he started with Cong.

Tang Qing didn't respond.

After a pause for a while, Tang Qing's father went on to say:

"Look, this small world of ours is no worse than other people's big villas, right?"

"It's far away, hundreds of thousands of miles away, between the sky and the ground, between the sea and the land, between Xiaoqiang and you and mother, between the father-in-law and the dead him, woo woo woo..."

Tang Qing cried.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Tang Qing's mother hurried over from the kitchen.

"It's okay, let her cry for a while, you go to roast noodles."

Tang Qing's father winked at Tang Qing's mother, with a smile on his face.

"you……"

Tang Qing's mother looked at Tang Qing's father, then at Tang Qing who was crying loudly on the table, hesitated for a while, then turned back to the kitchen.

"Woooooooo..."

Tang Qing kept crying.

Tang Qing's father didn't comfort him either, instead he got up and went to the yard to play with those onions, leeks, and garlic.

"Hey, why don't you persuade her? Ask her what's going on? Is there a father like you?"

Tang Qing's mother walked lightly to Tang Qing's father and complained softly.

"Are you ready?"

"It's ready."

"Give it to her to eat, and I'll make sure she's fine."

"real or fake?"

"Just take it over there."

"Oh, good."

Tang Qing's mother pinched three or four shallots by the way, and went back to the kitchen to cut the shallots into small pieces and sprinkle them on top of the fried chicken noodles, and brought them to Tang Qing.

"Huh? Chicken noodles?!"

Tang Qing raised his head, wiped away his tears, and ate voraciously.

"Wipe your face first, no one will grab the chicken noodles from you."

Tang Qing's mother handed Tang Qing a wet towel.

Tang Qing took a wet towel with one hand and wiped his face indiscriminately, and picked up a chopstick of chicken noodles with the other hand and swallowed it with a "squeak".

"Mom Qing, if Qing'er buys you a big villa, will you move to the big villa or stay here?"

"I don't care about any big villas. It looks beautiful on the outside, but it's cold and impersonal on the inside. It's better to have our old house."

"How do you know that the big villa is cold and impersonal?"

"Qing her father, you can count it when you think about it."

"If you think about it, you can count it? How can you count it?"

"Do you think that buying a big villa is something that ordinary people can easily buy? Even if you have enough money for the time being, you have to decorate it after buying it, buy furniture after the decoration, and take care of it after you live in it. You spend money every day. Don’t say you’re still guilty.”

"What crime?"

"The crime of sanitation, the crime of being lonely and bored!"

"Mother Qing, you can hire a babysitter to do sanitation. You don't have to suffer, as long as you have money. What you said about the sin of being alone and bored is really hard! People, living in this world, apart from family members, the neighbors in the neighborhood The family and friendship between them are also indispensable, otherwise, would it still be fun to live in a cold big villa?"

"Qing's father, this pig butcher and Da Mao are both going to buy a big villa, why don't we say hello and discuss it?"

"Discuss with us? Who do we count as theirs?"

"It's true that they have no kinship with us, but would the Pig Slayer have today without Qing'er? Would Da Mao have today without Qing'er? How much effort and money did Qing'er spend on them all year round?"

"Mother Qing, didn't Qing'er spend so much effort and money in the hope that they would have a good life? If they live in a big villa, wouldn't Qing'er not have to worry about it anymore?"

"That's true."

"Dad, Mom, I went to the store to return it."

Tang Qing walked out of the house with ease.

(End of this chapter)