Wang Xian kept his promise and handed the razor to Gu Xiaolian. He sat in front of the fire and closed his eyes.
"Officer, do you really want to shave?" Gu Xiaolian asked.
"Shave" Wang Xian said in a deep voice. Although he was full of expectations for the haircut, in order not to appear too different, he still put on a tangled look.
"Then I really shave it off..." Gu Xiaolian whispered.
"Yes." Wang Xian nodded, and Gu Xiaolian carefully dropped the knife, scraped off a lock of his hair, and then carefully placed it on his arm. As the knife was scraped, the hair on Wang Xian's head became less and less.
, he finally experienced a long-lost feeling of comfort...
'It's really refreshing... Contrary to everyone's imagination, Wang Xian's mood at the moment is so exciting... For him, the biggest discomfort in being reincarnated is that, in addition to not having electricity and not being able to access the Internet, this is
His head was full of flowing long hair. In this era, shaving was not popular. It was said that hair should be protected from parents and should not be damaged. Therefore, since he was a child, except for trimming the corners, he had never shaved his head.
It was so uncomfortable to have long hair coiled on the top of his head, especially when he was not at home and couldn't wash his hair regularly. It was like prickly heat in the summer and lice in the winter. He had long wanted to shave it off.
This time I can finally do it in a legitimate way, is there any reason to be unhappy?
After a while, a shiny bald head was born. Wang Xian touched his bald head, not to mention the feeling of comfort in his heart. On the contrary, Gu Xiaolian's eyes were filled with tears, as if she had shaved her hair...
"Don't cry, I'm really not sad. It feels so comfortable like this." Wang Xian smiled and comforted Miss Lian, and then said to the others: "Why are you still dawdling?"
Seeing that the imperial envoys had all shaved their heads, General Song had nothing to say, so he also sat by the fire and said with tears: "Xian'er, please be gentle..."
"If you think so, shave it off yourself." Gu Xiaolian ignored him and just threw the razor to him. The tip of the razor almost hit General Song's head. Song Jun hurriedly caught it while muttering, "Girls are extroverted.
, while raising a knife to shave off his own hair, he burst into tears and said: "Father, mother, my son is unfilial..."
The reason why they wanted to disguise themselves as monks and venture into the city was because of the news from Xianyun... After Wu Wei settled in the Lama Temple, he used the method of flying pigeons to pass the message to the contact point in the neighboring county.
After knowing their location and situation, they hid in the abandoned brick kiln under the Lama Temple for a few days, and finally waited for Master Xianyun who had passed through the layers of blockade... Although the Jin Dynasty army surrounded Wutai County tightly.
It was not ventilated, but Master Xianyun, who was extremely skilled in lightness, could still sneak in without anyone noticing.
Xianyun introduced the situation there to Wang Xian, and told Wang Xian about Yang Rong's arrangements. Finally, he took out two ultimatums and said, "If there are more, you can figure out what to do."
"You don't have to have them all," Wang Xian said with a smile: "Do you think it's Wudang Mountain where you can hand out certificates at will? Even if this is Wutai Mountain, there are not many people in each temple who have certificates, and most of them are gangsters."
"Then I'll be relieved." Xianyun looked at Wang Xian and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "I wonder if your head is round?"
"What's the meaning?"
"If you have a round head, it is more suitable to shave your head." Young Master Xianyun smiled and said: "Seriously, do you want me to protect you in secret, or do you want me to protect you in secret, or do you want me to come with you?"
"It's better to follow in secret." Wang Xian gave him a look and said, "But if we are exposed and caught, don't be impulsive. Go to Datong quickly to ask for help. Remember this."
"I understand." Xianyun nodded and disappeared into the heavy snowstorm...
After the meal, all the men were bald, even the unconscious Zhang Wu. Then they began to change into monk robes... The inside of the monk's robe was yellow on the outside and red on the outside. After putting it on, he turned out to be a living lama. Wang Xian also had some
He said proudly: "It's a good thing we are pretending to be a yellow sect, otherwise we would still have scars on our heads."
Song Zhong and Liu Zijin could not laugh. The former said in a low voice: "Can this trick of yours work? Don't throw yourself into a trap."
"If you don't worry, just stay here." Wang Xian smiled and said, "Maybe it will be better than us messing around."
"I'd better follow..." General Song shrank his neck and huddled beside the fire without saying a word.
Wang Xian looked at Gu Xiaolian and sighed: "On your side, can you get through tomorrow?"
"Don't worry, sir." Gu Xiaolian squinted his eyes and smiled. Although his face was gray and black, people could still feel the sweetness of his smile.
That night, several people were tossing and turning. Some were worried about their hair, while others were worried about whether they would be able to pass the test tomorrow. Wang Xian was okay, he fell asleep very early, and soon fell asleep, until he felt someone scratching his hair.
He sneezed loudly through his nose. When he opened his eyes, he saw a young novice looking at him with red eyes.
"Who are you?" Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Xiao Lian, you also shaved your head?"
"Don't laugh..." Gu Xiaolian poked him pitifully and whispered: "I will go bald with the officials." After saying this, he asked with worry: "Are you too ugly?"
"Where is it? It's so beautiful. It's definitely the most beautiful in the world..." Wang Xian smiled and said, "Little nun."
"Officials love to make fun of slaves..." Gu Xiaolian twisted her delicate body for a while, then held out a ball of wig as if offering a treasure and said: "This is braided with the official's hair. After not pretending to be a monk, it is better than wearing a wig."
Others are strong.”
"Xiao Lian is still careful." Wang Xian put the wig on his head and it felt very appropriate.
"I also got one myself." Gu Xiaolian also put a wig on her head and said with a smile.
"Xian'er, do you have mine?" Song Zhongtian asked with a face.
"No." Gu Xiaolian rolled her eyes at him and said, "You can do it yourself."
"Who said a daughter is just her parents' little cotton-padded jacket..." Song Zhong sighed again depressedly.
The leftover buns from last night were cut into slices and roasted on the fire until golden, which was everyone's breakfast. After eating, everyone dressed as lamas left the abandoned brick kiln and swaggered down the mountain towards the county town.
Already...
It was a rare sunny day, but the white sun hung in the sky, making people unable to feel the slightest warmth. On the way to the county town, groups of heavily armed soldiers walked by from time to time, and there were fixed sentry posts, checking
The atmosphere was extremely chilly for everyone who passed by.
Wutai County has been under martial law for some time. The people are timid and afraid of getting into trouble. They hide at home and don't go out unless they can. Therefore, apart from officers and soldiers, there are not many pedestrians on the road. Wang Xian and this group of lamas are particularly special.
garish.
Not long after walking on the road, a pair of officers and soldiers stopped them and asked, "What are you doing?"
"We are lamas." General Song took off his leather hat and said, revealing his bald head.
"I know you are lamas." The officers and soldiers thought to themselves that this is not nonsense, and said in a rough voice: "It's freezing cold here, why are you carrying someone? I don't know if martial law is in place now."
"My nephew is seriously ill," Song Zhong said anxiously, "I have to go to the city to seek medical treatment. The heavy snow has blocked the mountains and it is difficult for carriages and horses to travel. We walked down Mount Wutai with our hands on our shoulders. Sirs, please go ahead."
Okay, lend us a carriage." Seeing the disbelief on the other's face, he said in a low voice: "You can sell us one, otherwise my nephew will freeze to death if he can't reach the county seat."
Several officers and soldiers looked at each other, stretched out their hands and said, "Do you have an ultimatum?"
"Take it with you." Song Zhong hurriedly took out the yellow-covered certificate from his arms, handed it to the officers and soldiers and said: "We are the chief lama of Shala Temple in Wutai Mountain. Come and offer incense when you have time. The incense in our temple is very good.
Efficacious.”
"Ahem..." A young novice behind him coughed and complained: "Uncle, please stop saying a few words. Our Sera Monastery has almost lost face by you."
"You're such a kid, you really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are," Song Zhong glared at him and said, "There are so many people in the temple, they don't have to spend money on food, clothing and housing, and you don't make money, so you don't fall into the trap of those stupid...
…Oh no, on the believers?”
All the officers and soldiers heard it funny. The leader of the general flag opened the certificate and saw a treasure note with a face value of ten thousand taels lying inside... Although the depreciation of the treasure note was ridiculous, this 90% new treasure note of ten thousand taels,
It can still be exchanged for more than ten taels of silver. The general manager smiled knowingly, put the banknotes in his sleeves, returned the certificate to Song Zhong, and with a smooth and smooth movement, he asked kindly: "Do you still want to buy a car?"
"Buy, of course." Song Zhong nodded vigorously and said, "How much does it cost?"
"For the sake of rescuing people, I'll give you fifty taels of silver at a cheaper price." The general flag said, for the sake of ten thousand taels of silver, he didn't open his mouth like a lion... In fact, all the big cars were requisitioned.
How much is too much for a business without capital?
"Fifty taels? Are you trying to steal the money?" Song Zhong said with wide eyes.
"If you want love, don't leave," the general said.
"What about our rent?" Song Zhong said.
"If you rent it, thirty taels." Zongqi thought about it.
"It's so dark..."
"If you like renting, rent or leave"
"It's cheaper..." Song Zhong opened up his stance and started haggling over the price. He finally got it to twenty taels, but he was still not satisfied... Still, he was stopped by the nephews behind him and said, "Uncle, if you keep dragging your feet,
If you go down, senior brother will pass away." He then withdrew his troops without hesitation, took out two ingots of silver from his arms and said, "We don't care about sending them back to you."
"Who is that? You go with them," the commander-in-chief randomly assigned a soldier to say, "Push the cart back at the end of the field."
"Alas..." The soldier was extremely depressed, wondering why he couldn't think of me after all the good things happened?
All the lamas put Zhang Wu on the cart and covered him with a quilt. The chief minister looked on and saw that Zhang Wu looked gray and gloomy, and he looked very ill. He asked casually.
: "What disease does he have?
"If you knew, would you still need to go see him?" Song Zhong sighed: "His illness is very strange. When he gets sick, he doesn't recognize his relatives, tearing and biting him. When he doesn't get sick, he just falls unconscious like this..."