Chapter 978: Haircut

"No," Changsheng Ma is not that kind of person. "I like small words. Although her face is ruined and her legs are lame, but she is diligent, sensible, and a good boy. I certainly don't miss her, but , She doesn’t seem to mean that to Changsheng."

They lived together every day, and she was also the one who came over. How could it not be seen, the small words made her an elder, but they regarded the longevity as a relative, not a man. .

"This matter is in no hurry," Komatsu's mother had married a wife, and she knew a few things. "This wife must marry a virtuous person. Looking at those families, it's just a bad marriage. What did it look like, it took so much money to marry one, and finally it was good, and went out to work outside, and eventually ran away with others, and now the son is still a bachelor, marry again, everyone is considered married, But don’t marry. This is not a bachelor. She feels that Xiaoyan’s child is good. If she wants to be so beautiful, she will do what she wants."

However, she thinks about longevity again. The child who is born is also one of the best young men in their village. The person grows up in spirit, tall and diligent. Such a young man does not worry about having a wife to marry. Match him, it seems a little unsuitable.

"That's right," Komatsu's mother wanted to get to the point. Didn't I know where I went to talk about the business?

"I have something to tell you," Mamatsu got past this, and said in a whisper.

"Do you want Xiaoyan to get a haircut in our village?"

"Haircut?" Changsheng Ma arrived or did not reach this level.

"It's not just a place to get a haircut," Xiaosong's mother touched her short hair, but she was quite satisfied with her hair, but Yan Huan had cut her hair. No one was dissatisfied.

"Yes, it was the haircut," Mamatsu said again

"Look at our village, there are few people, not many people. These are dozens of households. Counting the population, there are hundreds of people. There is a shortage of everything in this village. The most missing is not a craftsman, In the village, only Auntie San had a haircut. Although she didn’t need money, she had to go to her every time, but she didn’t mention anything?"

"Yes," Changsheng Ma also knows that when she went, she brought rice noodles to people. Those rice noodles were not too few. The village was not big. Everything was lacking, but the most lacking was really like It’s what Komatsu said, but it’s just that a craftsman is missing.

"Look..." Mam Komatsu analyzed it again with Changsheng Ma, "I just opened a haircut, but I couldn't get anything, just a set of tools. Go get it from Aunt San, anyway, what she is doing now She can’t cut her body anymore. She hasn’t used scissors in two years. She doesn’t want to do this anymore.”

"Wait until your barber shop opens, let's go to you and cut your hair. If you have money, give some money. If you don't, just give something. Just like Aunt San, you can also add some input to the family. Every day I go to collect firewood, and I also have an aspiring child. I don’t want to eat and drink in your home. My heart is not broken. What if I have to do something?"

"Yeah," the long-lived mother sighed again, "She has the heart, this I know, otherwise, it is impossible that this is the earliest day up, and everything at home is busy, so that I am an old woman There is nothing to do in a day."

"I'll talk to her about what I said. If she wants, then it's good. You don't have to go in the snow to pick up firewood in the future. It's a girl's house, it's all frozen into something. That hand turned into a turnip. I looked at it and felt uncomfortable. This child with no mom and no dad is pitiful."

The long-lived mother who said this is also sad, but it is not a child without a father and mother, but it is an aspiring one.

And when it came to the return of carrying the firewood, the Changsheng mother had already prepared the food, that is, the boiled noodles, which had some saved dishes in it, and made a large pot of noodle soup, which was very good. Eating may also be because you are hungry, so everything feels delicious and delicious.

Yan Huan helped bring the meals to the table, and after a while, Changsheng returned to the ground. In the winter, he sweated all over his forehead. He also wiped the towel with a towel and sat down to eat.

Yan Huan eats very little, that is, a small bowl of rice, as long as she is hungry and not dead. Therefore, although she said that she was in a long-lived home these days, she did not let go of her belly.

She was afraid that others would say that she had eaten and drank in vain, and then made the Changsheng family feel uncomfortable, so most of the meals on the table were eventually eaten into the stomach by Changsheng.

Yan Huan rolled up her sleeves and washed both the pot and the bowl one by one. Her hands were still frozen. Sometimes her numbness was itchy and uncomfortable, and sometimes she was swollen with pain. Lu Yi didn’t even let her wash the dishes, either by himself or by the dishwasher, but if he knew what she was doing with her hands, she didn’t know what kind of expression it would be. .

The little flower he cares for is already about to open and close.

"Small words," Chang Sheng Ma's voice suddenly rang, also interrupting Yan Huan's thoughts, Yan Huan raised her face and smiled at Chang Sheng Ma.

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter," Changsheng's mother is also thinking about how to tell Yan Huanhao,

"That little word, your aunt Komatsu came over and said something to me, want to ask what you mean?"

"Okay," Yan Huan smiled again, but his hands were inside the pot. The inside and outside of the pot were washed very clean, and then the induction method was bowls and plates.

Changsheng's mother also rolled up her sleeves and washes dishes with Yan Huan, her mouth was talking.

"Your aunt Komatsu said, if you want to open a barber shop in the village, you can get a haircut for the people in the village, and you don't charge any money. When you come to get a haircut, whoever has anything, just get some, do you feel? ?"

Yan Huan slightly shook her hand holding the rag. She didn’t know yet that one day, her hair cutting technique with her two knives could be recognized by the villagers.

Well, it seems okay. It’s okay to get some food or something. She didn’t think of using this to make money. As long as you can add some income to the longevity family, even if it is not too much, at least it’s not that she eats and drinks. It’s also safe to live, and I’m not afraid that others will drive her away.