Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 220

On the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, the dragon raises its head.

In Anjia's kitchen, Lin Cuihua got up early in the morning, and everyone shouted loudly.

Have a meal!

An Guoming rubbed his eyes, buttoned his clothes wrongly, came in from the door, and sat at the table in a daze.

"Mom—it's too early for dinner, the sun hasn't come out yet."

An Guoming is tired.

"Eat fast, I'm already up and cooking for you, why am I not tired?"

Lin Cuihua put a bowl of two rice in front of An Guoming and said, "Someone will come soon today. Let me tell you, if you don't get up, a bunch of old women will come later, who can cover you under the quilt."

"If you're not afraid, you go back to sleep."

"What?"

"Yeah, mom, let me tell you, just this egg chili sauce, the one you make is delicious, and the ones I make outside don't taste like this."

An Ning also doesn't know the specific method, it's really a scissors in the east, a scissors in the west.

An Ning on the side, in the spirit of learning, watched from the side.

"Sister, can you cut it for me?"

An Sancheng, who was originally sitting in the room, took a deep breath, and walked out of the room with a sense of heroic death.

But An Guoping especially wanted to say: He doesn't have an uncle!

"You can just sit down, or you can cut it yourself, and there will be so much nonsense when someone waits on you."

An Ning didn't show any fear, and even thought of doing some research, found the scissors at home, and prepared to cut them.

An Guoping muttered softly, and An Ning glanced at Lin Cuihua, not understanding why, but she didn't think it was a big deal.

The result was that no matter how the sides were cut, they couldn't match the middle. In the end, there were several more bald eggs in An's house.

An Guoping muttered cowardly in the back, only Lin Cuihua shaves her head would do this, starting from the top of her head.

But in the first month, it is not allowed to cut hair, which will hurt my uncle.

Sooner or later he had to cut it, so he decided to find a good one.

"Cuihua, you don't need to cut it so short this time."

In An's kitchen, two guys cut hair.

He smiled at Lin Cuihua with a playful smile.

It seems that... it was cut a little short.

An Ning took the scissors and started cutting from the back of An Guoping's head.

"Don't move."

According to Lin Cuihua's words, it's not that they don't have an uncle, it's that the uncle is not alive.

Lin Cuihua took out an old apron, shook it twice, and shouted: "An Sancheng, you come first."

Several times, with a few strands of hair getting stuck in it, An Guoping felt his scalp was dancing along with it.

"Start with a brain?"

The three words old ladies are more powerful than anything else in the countryside.

It's a pity that none of the men in the family can fight against Lin Cuihua.

Reasonable and well-founded, they dare not refute.

The fader precisely landed on An Sancheng's head, and Lin Cuihua's palms continued to exert force, click, click, some gray hair mixed with fine black hair, fell from under An Sancheng's head, and many of them landed on his shoulders superior.

An Guoping felt relieved.

An Guoping nodded in agreement, sister is indeed amazing.

Lin Cuihua held the clipper in the palm of her hand, exerted force with her palm, the two legs of the clipper were pressed, and the toothed knife in front was bitten up and down.

An Guoping took the initiative to find a piece of ragged clothes and wrapped it around his neck.

An Sancheng was pressed on the bench by Lin Cuihua, and the old apron with some dust was wrapped around An Sancheng's neck.

He froze.

His second brother, apart from fighting, really won't suffer from anything?
That own head....
"Okay, let's take a look."

Lin Cuihua held a faded fader in her hand.

Lin Cuihua glanced at An Guoming, and then at An Ning by the way.

After Lin Cuihua finished speaking, An Guoping gave An Ning a look.

After the scissors went off, An Ning's mouth was a little split.

As soon as An Ning agreed, An Guoping shouted loudly, "Mom, my sister cut it for me."

"I'll be cutting hair one by one for a while, and today the dragon has raised its head."

"Mom, is it my turn? I've been waiting for a long time."

It should be fine.

That big scissors, it sticks to the hair.

An Guoping and An Ning helped clean up the dishes.

"Do you need something to block your neck?"

"Okay! Just saved my effort."

An Ning is finished.

When Lin Cuihua finished cutting, An Guoming made a decision.

An Guoping couldn't wait to take off the torn clothes around his neck, and found the hand-held round mirror at home.

An Ning looked at An Guoping's fingers, nodded seriously, and said, "Don't worry, I never miss a drawing."

As for the rest of the time, they hold the scissors by themselves, and trim them if they can, and never give their hair a chance to grow too long.

He stretched out two fingers, gestured to An Ning and said, "Sister, leave me so long, please leave it to me."

An Ning stared at An Guoping's head, and made a precise division for it in her heart.

An Guoping, who was on the opposite side, witnessed An Guoming sitting beside Lin Cuihua with his own eyes, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

However, when he thought that he didn't have to look like a braised egg this year, An Guoping felt that there was nothing he couldn't bear.

In front of the clipper is a toothed blade that bites up and down, extending backward from the head, like two long legs, a little behind, and a spring is connected between the two legs.

An Guoming had food in his mouth, but he nodded in agreement.

"Suck - suck -"

"Sister, let's start too, you use scissors, okay?"

An Ning held the large scissors, clicked twice, moved the scissors, it seemed a little rough.

"Crack——"

These people are not taboo about meat and vegetables, and they can talk people from the ground to the ground when they make jokes.

"Come quickly."

"Row."

An Guoping, who was sitting on the bench, was grinning with his teeth cut.

An Guoming stood in the middle, looked left, then looked again.

It's okay, the next cut must be correct.

"No, no, sister, don't learn."

"Row."

"There are torn clothes."

An Guoming opened his eyes in the blink of an eye, shook his head vigorously and said, "Don't stop, I'm awake."

But what if the uncle below is caught?

A meal is finished in a short time.

This is the case every year on February [-].

A bowl of hot porridge, a plate of pickles, and a plate of egg chili sauce, mixed with good potatoes and eggplants, everyone eats it deliciously.

An Guoming picked up a piece of potato covered in sauce, put it in his mouth, and took a sip of porridge, satisfied.

Lin Cuihua heard the words and said: "This is fried with our own miso, can it be the same? If you go out again, pack a bucket of miso and go."

"Hurry up and cut it, I won't be able to make red bean buns soon."

Do this piece first, then that piece.No problem, let's start.

What about this level?

An Guoping felt that even if the big cock outside gave him a bite, he would probably look better than he does now.

The hairstyle on his head is like the Tathagata Buddha.

It's just that there are smooth little circles on his head, while his head has small pits of different heights.

(End of this chapter)