Yang Huaming looked Yang Huamei up and down with his hands on his hips, wanting to laugh a little: "What? Errands? What errands do you want to do? What errands can you do?"

"Fourth brother, over there at the Taoist temple... I promise I can do any job, as long as you arrange a job for me to make some living money..."

"Taoist temple?"

Yang Huaming squinted his eyes, it turned out that this was his idea.

"The Taoist temple's errands are actually enough for us now. If you go there, you will only be able to pour night incense and clean the toilet."

He deliberately used these words to make things difficult. Without thinking of hitting Yang Huamei, he nodded without hesitation: "I'll do it, I'll do it. Fourth brother, can you help me talk to Taoist Yuan?"

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

Yang Huamei smiled bitterly, "Qing'er has helped my family too much. Shuanzi's body can't do much errands but he can still get money every month..."

Yang Huaming was a little puzzled: "Then when you go to the Taoist temple, after all, don't you still get Qing'er's money? The Taoist temple is run by the Luo family. Taoist priest Yuan himself only helps to manage the Taoist temple. The owner behind it is Qing'er. You are making such a big mistake.

Circles are still the same thing!”

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

"That won't work, you should go and talk to Qing'er yourself. Qing'er nodded, and Taoist Yuan naturally didn't say anything. Qing'er didn't nod. According to my understanding of Taoist Yuan...he may not give you an accurate answer.

I have to say that we have to wait until Qing'er comes back to discuss this matter before making a decision."

"Fourth brother..."

"It's useless for you to call me Fourth Grandpa. I've made it clear to you what you need to say. It's up to you whether you believe it or not!"

After saying these words, Yang Huaming strode away without saying anything to Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei shouted at his back twice more, which resulted in him running away.

Yang Huamei stamped her feet 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 also be the truth.

Forget it, let's wait until Qing'er comes back. If we really can't do it anymore, if we don't go out of our way to beg for mercy and say a few nice words to her, it won't be shameful for our family to be in this situation.

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.

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

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

Yes, the wife in front of her had lost her original long black hair, leaving only short tufts of ear-length hair hanging behind her ears. It was impossible to tie a braid, let alone a woman's bun.

She was still there when she 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 now. 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.

When she saw 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.

How come you have led your life 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 than if it was 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.

Yang Huamei was afraid that his illness would get worse, so she 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 had been stolen!"

"What? It was stolen? Where was it stolen? In the school? The school is full of students, and there are some who steal?" Wang Shuanzi asked repeatedly in shock.

Yang Huamei shook her 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."

"I brought a hundred pennies with me for emergency use. Considering his appetite and normal expenses, it would be good if one hundred pennies could take care of him for ten days. I had no choice but to go to Wa City to find a hairdresser.

The shop sold his hair for a hundred cents, so I can give him twenty days of living expenses to support him until your school pays him a monthly salary."

"There are stalls in Wa City that specialize in hair collection? What can they do with this hair?" Wang Shuanzi was 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, which can be used in the troupe."

"By the way, Shuanzi, I thought of a good idea,"

Yang Huamei put down her comb and turned around, a flash of light flashing 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 calculated that it only takes a year for my hair to grow this long..."

She gestured with two fingers, "When it grows, we will sell it together. The two of us can sell it for two hundred cents..."

"No, absolutely not!" Wang Shuanzi frowned and 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, "The hair and skin of your body are the responsibility of your parents. If we sell our hair for money, this is extremely disrespectful to our parents."

, you have a reason for what happened, 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!"

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

That's the way she looks with her short hair. It's really not good-looking. She's neither male nor female. As a woman, she should wear her hair in a bun to look presentable.
Chapter completed!