"Wang Dazhai's new daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy for her in-laws as soon as she passed the door."

"The old bachelor in Liangtun married a beggar woman."

"In the winter months, the boy from Dongshan Mine Gully was beaten as a wild boar and got dozens of iron marbles."

Old Man Wen was chatting with the old man enthusiastically about the news that he didn't know whether it was true or not. When he reached the third person, Old Man Wen was a little unreliable. Today, all the old man came, and there was not a single young man.

"I said that the young people in your team really went to H County, Commune to shave their heads?"

"Who knows, there are two bad money." The old man said something he couldn't stand, but he didn't see the young man tied his family and refused to let the commune cut his hair.

"Hehe, you have nothing to say about your skills, but young people want to follow the trend. You can't cut your hair like this on TV, either." The old man under Old Man Wen joked with a joke

Old Man Wen said angrily: "What's the best thing about that Western style? Leave a clean and neat head shape, which is convenient for work, and it's nice to see it."

"Old man Wen, I have to talk about you. At such an old age, why don't you pursue progress at all?"

"I'll make your grandma's legs." Old Man Wen cursed. The two were obviously acquaintances, and the old man who was scolded was not angry. Instead, he mocked Old Man Wen for being snatched from his business and was furious.

This sentence really talks about the pain of Old Man Wen, who makes money at the end of the year, and the customers go to other places to cut their hair. How can he not be angry?

Old Man Wen was surrounded by a bunch of old customers, but he didn't see any young people. He was actually anxious if he didn't say anything. Yesterday, he heard that Hantun people had divided the red family. He arrived early this morning and jumped over several forts in the middle, for fear of leaving the customers, but he didn't expect to lose them.

"I said, look at it, your scalp has been scraped off." said the member under Old Man Wen.

"Look at the rubbing on the neck, how long has it been since I washed it? If I don't shave it, can you clean it? Shave your head and wash it clean, and have a good New Year." Old Man Wen was familiar with this kind of incident because of his mistakes and directly pushed the blame to the customer.

"I washed my hair last week, where did you get the twig? You have lost it."

Old Man Wen was quarreling with the customers, and the members around him were also involved. For a moment, the small barber stall was quite lively.

He Ping heard in the chicken farm that a barber came to the team, and his hair was a little long. He had cut his hair in the commune or county town before, and this time he tried it out. He had never experienced the barber's craftsmanship.

He went up the river and called Xiao Zhuer who was on the skateboard, "Zhuer, go get your hair cut with dad."

Xiaozhuer followed He Ping with an ice cart.

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

He Ping approached, and the old people in the team greeted him: "He Ping is here!"

"Hey, here, come and cut your hair." He Ping said hello one by one, "Where are you lined up? How many more?"

"You come first."

"It's okay, you guys come first, you can cut it first."

"We have nothing to do, don't worry, you can cut it first." The old people in the team were humbly asking He Ping to 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. This year, the Hantun members could share so much money, which was thankful for him.

"This is the great writer in your fort?"

"I didn't realize that Old Man Wen, you are not good at craftsmanship now, but your horizons have improved. Isn't that the old man Wen jokingly.

"You are joking, just writing something."

"You are so humble. Who doesn't know your name in our Manchu Commune? I admire you when I mention it. This!" Old Man Wen took the razor in his hand and took the time to give He Ping a thumbs up.

"If you are too famous, you are just a mess." He Ping said modestly.

Old man Wen said to the people around him: "Look, are there different writers like this who go to my stall to get their hair done? There are two bad things in your team. This guy is so lucky. He goes to the county town and is just burning buns."

The members are called shaving hair, shaving hair, and the old man Wen is called shaving hair.

This is related to the Qing army entering the customs. The so-called "leaving your head without hair", "leaving your hair without hair without hair, and shaving your head if you can't shave your hair." Old Man Wen and other barbers certainly hope to beautify their profession slightly. In the early years, the word "hair cutting" was passed from the south, and he insisted on calling what he did "hair cutting" instead of shaving his head.

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

"It's not so good. I just started to burn buns after I had two dollars."

"Who doesn't want to be lucky during the New Year? I'll cut my hair in the city to be fashionable."

"What's the same thing, it's wasted money."

He Ping felt a little laughing when he listened to the old people's complaints. As expected, no matter what era the gap is, this thing will always exist.

These two days, the young people in Hantun are crowded to run to the city and the commune, and he knows that if you have money in your pocket, how can you not make trouble?

Especially those who are in the city, take them to the city to cut their hair, buy clothes, have a meal, watch a movie, and be very beautiful.

After finishing his work, Old Man Wen called He Ping over, He Ping waved his hand and asked the old people in the team to go first. The old people in unison asked He Ping to go first.

He Ping had to sit on it. He looked at the razor in Old Man Wen's hand, "If you don't use this, just cut it shorter."

The barber used big scissors and faders to cut his hair. Old Man Wen shook his white apron and gently tied it to He Ping.

He grinded the scissors and tried the blade on his hand before falling off the scissors. He Ping felt that the scissors were different as soon as they started. Old Man Wen's hand was very soft. Don't get me wrong, it was the feeling of being comfortable with the temperature. The "click" sound of scissors kept ringing in his ears, revealing a relaxing pleasure.

After using the scissors, you start to put the faders on. At this time, the faders are manual and can be pushed with one grasp.

Finally, Old Man Wen sprinkled some white powder on He Ping's sideburns again, and rubbed foam with a hairy brush to water. He shaved off the short stubble on his sideburns and neck stems with a razor.

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

He Ping looked at his clean and neat hairstyle in the mirror, and smiled, "It's pretty good."

"This time I've been talking about it all over the streets. The great writers in Hantun are all working on my hair. I have to raise the price in the future." Old Man Wen praised.

"You're so funny. Xiaozhuer comes over and asks grandpa to take care of your hair." He Ping stood up and called Xiaozhuer, "I have to ask you to help the child do it."

"You're welcome, it's OK." Old Man Wen said, sharpening his knife and rushing to Xiao Zhuer.

"How do you take care of your child's hair?" Old Man Wen asked.

"Just make a small flat head."

"Okay."
Chapter completed!