Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6334 Rejection
Yang Huaming looked at Yang Huamei with his hands on his hips, and wanted to laugh: "What? An errand? What errand do you want to do? What errand can you do?"

"Fourth brother, over there at the Taoist temple...I guarantee that I can do any job, as long as you arrange an errand for me and some living money..."

"Taoist temple?"

Yang Huaming narrowed his eyes, it turned out that was the idea.

"These people like us are actually enough for Taoist errands. If you go, you can only pour night incense and dig out the toilet."

He purposely used this kind of words to make things difficult, and he didn't want to hit Yang Huamei, so he nodded without hesitation: "I will do what I do, fourth brother, can you help me talk to Daoist Yuan?"

"Why don't you talk to Qing'er? Daoist Yuan has to listen to Qing'er!" Yang Huaming asked again.

Yang Huamei smiled wryly, "Qing'er has helped my family too much, Shuanzi's body can't do much errands and still gets paid every month..."

Yang Huaming was a little puzzled: "Then you went to the Taoist temple, didn't you still get Qing'er's money after all? The Taoist temple was opened by the Luo family, and Daoist Yuan himself was only helping to manage the Taoist temple. The owner behind it is Qing'er. The circle is still the same thing!"

Yang Huamei bit her lip and was silent for a moment, "Fourth brother, please help me ask Daoist Yuan first..."

"That won't work. You should talk to Qing'er by yourself. Qing'er nodded. Daoist Yuan naturally didn't say anything. Qing'er didn't nod. According to my understanding of Daoist Yuan...he might not give you an accurate word, for sure. It has to be said that we have to wait for Qing'er to come back to discuss this matter before making a decision."

"Fourth brother..."

"It's useless for you to call me Fourth Grandpa. I'll tell you everything I need to say. Believe it or not!"

After saying this, Yang Huaming stopped talking to Yang Huamei and strode away.

Yang Huamei yelled at his back twice more, but in exchange for him running wildly.

Yang Huamei stomped her feet, slapped the old maple tree twice in anger, and stood under the big tree to ponder for a while. She understood that the fourth brother didn't want to take matters into his own hands, but what he said should be the truth.

Forget it, let's talk about it when Qing'er comes back, if it's really impossible, I can't put up the old face to beg her, say a few good words, and the family will not be ashamed when it falls to this level.

Yang Huamei returned home and told Wang Shuanzi what Yang Huaming had said.

"If I knew it earlier, I should have listened to your persuasion not to touch my nose with fourth brother." Yang Huamei muttered, and pulled off the veil on her head.

When Wang Shuanzi saw her head, his eyes widened suddenly.

"Meer, you, where did your hair go?"

Yes, the original black long hair of the wife in front of her was gone, and there were only short tufts of short hair hanging behind her ears, and she couldn't tie a braid at all, let alone a woman's bun.

It was still there when she got up in the morning, she was sitting there combing her hair, and he was lying on the bed watching her combing her hair, this was his favorite sight every morning...

"Hey, don't mention it, it's all because of your son Xiao Hei!"

Yang Huamei plucked her hair a few times, and sat down in front of the bronze mirror that she married as a dowry more than ten years ago.

Seeing the neither male nor female self in the bronze mirror, her eyes were dull, full of frustration, she covered her face with her hands weakly and couldn't bear to look directly.

How did you live your life like this?
How can that thing that is neither human nor ghost nor male nor female in the mirror be himself?

When Wang Shuanzi, who had recovered from his illness, heard this, he sat up from the bed in shock, kicked his shoes, and ran to the bronze mirror, stretched out his trembling hands to touch Yang Huamei's hair, and his voice trembled even more: "What's going on? What did Xiao Hei do to you? Did he cut your hair?"

Losing her beloved hair is equivalent to losing more than half of her face. Yang Huamei feels wronged and resentful besides her heartache.

"Although he didn't cut it with his own hands, it's not much different from ruining it in his hands." She said bitterly, holding her hairpin and comb and slowly stroking it.

"What's the matter? You should hurry up and tell me clearly!" Once Wang Shuanzi became anxious, his throat would get angry and he wanted to cough.

Fearing that his illness would get worse, Yang Huamei took a breath and told the whole story like a bamboo tube.

"...I sent him books to the town today. When I saw him, his face was full of frustration, like an eggplant beaten by Shuang."

"I asked him what was going on, and he told me that the two hundred Wen we gave him when we left home was stolen!"

"What? Was it stolen? Where was it stolen? Is it in the school? The school is full of scholars, and there are some who do theft?" Wang Shuanzi asked repeatedly in surprise.

Yang Huamei shook her head: "Sometimes he said that it was stolen, and then he said that he might have lost it accidentally on the way here, and here and there, he couldn't tell where."

"I brought a hundred coins with me to the emergency. As far as his food intake and daily expenses are concerned, one hundred coins can be managed for ten days. Papa sold his hair for 20 Wen, and first collected [-] days of living expenses for him to support him until your school sends monthly money."

"There is also a shop in Washi that specializes in collecting hair? What can they do with the hair?" Wang Shuanzi was very puzzled by this, as he had never heard of such a thing before.

Yang Huamei snorted: "I inquired about it, and it was said that they were harvested to make fake wigs and beards, which can be used in the Liyuan."

"By the way, embolus, I have a good idea,"

Yang Huamei put down the comb and turned around, a light flashed in her eyes.

"What's a good idea?" Wang Shuanzi asked.

Yang Huamei pointed to the hair on Wang Shuanzi's head, "Since this hair can be sold for money, I've calculated that it only takes a year for my hair to grow so long..."

She gestured with two fingers, "We'll sell it together when the storage grows. The two of us can sell for two hundred Wen..."

"No, absolutely not!" Wang Shuanzi frowned and directly rejected Yang Huamei's proposal.

"Why not? This thing doesn't cost much, and it can grow back after cutting it off. Besides, no matter how thin the legs of a mosquito are, it's still meat..."

"Mei'er, it's not a matter of money or not!" Wang Shuanzi said seriously with a cold face, "The body, hair and skin are the parents of the parents. Selling hair for money is a matter of extreme disrespect to parents. , you have a reason for what happened today, and you can still forgive it, but there is one thing that must not be the same, if we want to save money, we still have to go the right way, crooked ways are not a long-term solution after all!"

Some words were stuck in Wang Shuanzi's throat and he didn't dare to say them, for fear of poking Yang Huamei's heart.

That's what her short hair looks like, it's really not good-looking, she's neither male nor female, for a woman, she still has to wear her hair in a bun to look good.

Seeing Yang Huamei's face full of grievances and the corners of her eyes reddened by the training, Wang Shuanzi couldn't harden her heart anymore.

(End of this chapter)