Chapter 6349 Rejection
Yang Huaming looked Yang Huamei up and down with his hands on his hips, wanting to laugh: "What? Errands? What errands do you want to do? What errands can you do?"
"Four Brother, the Taoist temple Bian...I promise that I can do anything, as long as you arrange a job for me to make some living money..."
"Taoist temple?"
Yang Huaming narrowed his eyes. It turns out that was the idea.
"The Taoist temple's errands are actually enough for us now. If you go, you can only pour night incense and clean the toilet."
He deliberately used these words to make things difficult, and did not want to hit Yang Huamei. No After hesitating, he nodded: "I'll do it, I'll do it. Fourth brother, can you help me talk to Taoist Yuan?"
"Why don't you go and talk to Qing'er? Taoist Yuan also has to listen to Qing'er!" "Yang Huaming asked again.
Yang Huamei smiled bitterly, "Qing'er helps my family too much. Shuanzi can't do any errands yet he can still get money every month..."
Yang Huaming was a little puzzled: "Then After all, you went to the Taoist temple with Qing'er's money? The Taoist temple is run by the Luo family, and Taoist priest Yuan himself is just helping to manage the Taoist temple. The owner behind it is Qing'er, so it's still the same thing for you to go around in such a big circle!"
Yang Huamei bit her lip and was silent for a moment, "Fourth brother, help me ask Taoist Yuan first..."
"That won't work, you should go and talk to Qing'er yourself, Qing'er nodded. Yes, Daochang Yuan naturally didn't say anything. Qing'er didn't nod. According to my understanding of Daochang Yuan...he may not give you an accurate word. He will definitely have to say something. We have to wait for Qing'er to come back and ask for advice before we make a decision."
"Fourth brother..."
"It's useless for you to call me Fourth Grandpa. I will tell you everything. You made it clear, believe it or not, it’s up to you!”
After saying this, Yang Huaming strode away without even saying anything to Yang Huamei.
Yang Huamei shouted at his back twice more, and in return he ran away.
Yang Huamei stamped her foot and slapped the old maple tree hard twice in anger. She stood under the big tree and pondered for a while. She understood that the fourth brother didn’t want to take the trouble, but what he said should be the truth. .
Forget it, let's wait until Qing'er comes back. If we can't do it anymore, we can't go out of our way to beg for mercy and say a few nice words to her. The family has fallen into this situation and there is no shame in being aloof.
Yang Huamei returned home and told Wang Shuanzi what Yang Huaming said.
"If I had known earlier, I should have listened to your advice and not gone to Fourth Brother's place to get into trouble." Yang Huamei muttered, and casually pulled off the veil on her head.
Wang Shuanzi's eyes widened suddenly when he saw her head.
"Meier, where did your hair go?"
Yes, the wife in front of me had her original long black hair gone, leaving only short tufts. Her short, ear-length hair hangs behind her ears and cannot be tied into a braid, let alone a womanly bun.
It was still there when he got up in the morning. She was sitting there combing her hair. He was lying on the bed watching her combing her hair. This was his favorite sight every morning...
"Hey, don't mention it anymore, it's all your son Xiaohei's fault!"
Yang Huamei pulled her hair hard a few times and sat in front of the bronze mirror that she had given as a gift when she got married more than ten years ago.
Seeing the neither male nor female version of herself in the bronze mirror, her eyes were dull and she was filled with frustration. She covered her face with both hands and couldn't bear to look directly.
Why did you end up living like this?
How could that thing in the mirror, neither human nor ghost nor male nor female, be me? When Wang Shuanzi, who had recovered from his illness, heard this, he sat up from the bed in shock. He kicked off his shoes and ran to the bronze mirror. He stretched out his trembling hands and touched Yang Huamei's hair, and his voice trembled slightly: "What happened? What did Xiao Hei do to you? Did he cut your hair?"
Losing her beloved hair was equivalent to losing half of her face. Yang Huamei felt distressed but also felt aggrieved and resentful.
"Although he didn't cut it with his own hands, it's not much different from having it destroyed in his hands." She said resentfully, holding her own hairpin and comb in her hand and stroking it slowly.
"What's going on? Please explain it to me quickly!" Once Wang Shuanzi became anxious, his throat started to burn and he wanted to cough.
Fearing that his illness would worsen, Yang Huamei took a breath and told the whole story as if pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
"... Today I sent him a book to the town. When I saw him, his face was as depressed as an eggplant beaten by frost."
"I asked him what was going on, and he told me that the two hundred coins we gave him when he left home were stolen!"
"What? It was stolen? Where was it stolen? In the school? There are people in the school who are stealing?" Wang Shuanzi asked in surprise.
Yang Huamei shook his head: "He said for a while that it was stolen, and for a while he said that it might have been accidentally lost on the way here. He couldn't tell where it was now."
“I brought a hundred pennies with me for emergency use. Considering his appetite and daily expenses, it would be good if one hundred pennies could last for ten days. I had no choice but to go to a small hair salon in Wa City and sell my hair for 100 cents. I could give him twenty days of living expenses to support him until his monthly salary was paid."
"There are stalls in Wa City that specialize in hair collection? What can they do with this hair?" Wang Shuanzi was very puzzled by this. He had never heard of such a thing before.
Yang Huamei whispered: "I asked around and they said they were used to make fake wigs and beards in the troupe."
"By the way, Shuanzi, I thought of a good idea."< br>
Yang Huamei put down her comb and turned around, with a flash of light 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 have calculated that it only takes one year for my hair to grow this long..."
She gestured with two fingers, "When it grows, we will sell it together. We can sell it for two hundred cents for two people..."
"No, absolutely not!" Wang Shuanzi frowned. Frowning, he directly rejected Yang Huamei's proposal.
"Why not? This thing doesn't cost anything. It can grow back if you cut it off. Besides, no matter how thin the mosquito legs are, they are still meat..."
"Mei'er , This is not a matter of money!" Wang Shuanzi said with a cold face, "My body and skin are affected by my parents, so let's sell our hair for money. This in itself is a very disrespectful thing to parents. You have a reason for this, and it can be forgiven, but there are two reasons for this. If we want to save money, we must take the right path. After all, crooked ways are not a long-term solution! "< br>
Wang Shuanzi did not dare to say some words stuck in his throat, for fear of poking Yang Huamei's heart.
That's how she looks with her short hair. It's really unattractive. She's neither a man nor a woman. As a woman, she still has to wear her hair in a bun.
Seeing Yang Huamei's face full of grievances and the corners of her eyes reddened by the training, Wang Shuanzi could no longer harden her heart.
(End of this chapter)