Chapter 979 She Seems to Be Somewhat Useful

Seeing that Yan Huan agreed, Changsheng's mother went to the third aunt. She explained to the third aunt the purpose of her visit. The third aunt was also happy when she arrived. She didn't feel that her job had been taken away. She now had one hand in her hand. They can't move, and they won't be able to cut their hair in the future. None of the children have learned her skills, so the set of things is useless. Now there is someone who can cut hair. That's good, at least. , which is also convenient for the villagers.

When Changsheng's mother brought back this set of hair cutting tools, Yan Huan was very surprised. It turned out that there was also a set of tools, but they were a bit old. She had boiled these tools with boiling water, and then She found an unused pot and boiled the tools in boiling water for more than an hour. When she took them out, they were almost as clean as new. There was no disinfectant here, so she always used boiling water to disinfect them.

In fact, there is not much trouble to open this small barber shop, and there is no need to prepare anything. It is just a natural house, separated into a room, with a chair and an apron specially made by the longevity mother for cutting hair. , if you want to cut your hair, just put on an apron.

And there is no need to wash or blow-dry your hair. When you come here for a haircut, everyone will have their own hair washed, so Yan Huan saves a lot of trouble.

The people in the village were very down-to-earth, and indeed they didn't give them any money. On the first day, Yan Huan got three haircuts, five eggs, a bottle of vinegar, and a small barrel of oil.

These are not many, but for Yan Huan, they are already too much. From having nothing at the beginning, to now, she can actually earn eggs and oil. At least, she can eat more in the future.

That night, they had an extra plate of scrambled eggs for dinner.

"This is what Xiaoyan earned. Eat more." Changsheng's mother picked up a handful of eggs and put them in Yan Huan's bowl.

"Thank you, Auntie," Yan Huan ate the eggs she had earned. She felt less weak in her heart. She could eat in large gulps, and she no longer felt like she was relying on others and eating people's mouth.

Changsheng always smiled and looked honest, but in his heart he was thinking that these days will definitely get better and better. When the time comes, he will farm and she will get haircuts. As long as they work harder, the whole family will be happy. The days are prosperous, and if there is a chance, they can still go out.

Seeing her son's silly look, Changsheng's mother could only shake her head.

This obviously meant that shaving one's head would be a light task. Xiaoyan didn't seem to have any intention of doing so. In fact, if Xiaoyan was willing, she wouldn't dislike her looks and legs. Why do you want to be so good-looking? Just like Xiaosong's mother said, those who are good-looking have a wild heart. It is better to be average-looking, which is easier to support and live a good life.

However, there is no rush. After getting along for a long time, they will have feelings for each other, and she is no longer so repulsive to Yan Huan. However, she is still a little unwilling in her heart. In fact, she still feels that her son can find a better one.

Maybe that’s how people feel, with some contradictions here and some confusion there.

At this time, the three people sitting at the dinner table all had their own thoughts, but none of them thought of going anywhere.

Yan Huan took off her clothes and carefully put them aside. She usually wore this cotton-padded coat very carefully, as if the cloth might be torn at any time. She only had this piece of clothing. By the way, there is another one, that is the torn one. When I am busy on weekdays, I always wear that one. Even if it is torn, it will be fine. I won’t feel bad anyway.

Although this new one was worn by her, it belonged to Changsheng Mom. If it was really broken somewhere, she would feel very sorry for Changsheng Mom.

She lay under the quilt, and the heated kang was very warm. She put her hands on the mat, which also let the hot temperature there warm her fingers.

After a while, she took her hands out again, and saw that the swelling in her hands seemed to have subsided, but there were open wounds. Almost as long as she moved slightly, these bloody wounds would open, which was very painful. .

She carefully wrapped her fingers with cloth strips, hoping it would be of some use, but she knew that if they were tied now, they would have to be untied tomorrow. She had to cook, wash dishes, and cut people's hair. So she could only wrap it up for a while to see if her hands could recover faster.

She had frostbite on her hands before, but because she took good care of them later, she recovered for a few years. Now she is frostbitten again. The winter here is really too cold, and I don’t know when it will be so cold. It can be over.

She had been waiting for a really long time.

She hugged the quilt and let her tears fall drop by drop on the pillow, and then she burst into tears.

At this time, it was late at night and winter had not passed. It seemed to be getting colder day by day. It started to snow here again, and Haishi also received its first snow of the year.

Lu Yi opened his eyes, then turned the light on one side brighter, and saw the little guy sleeping next to him, sucking his tender little nose from time to time. The smaller child was still so thin that it made people feel distressed.

When I kept getting sick, this was just right. Within a few days, I got sick again.

"What's wrong, baby?" Lu Yi carefully picked up his daughter. He had raised the child since Yan Huan disappeared. Now he no longer recognizes anyone else but his father.

The little girl's hair has grown long, and she can tie two small braids. She has a small face, a pointed chin, and a pair of big eyes that are also watery and wet. At this time, tears are gathered in them, as if if she squeezes her eyes again, a flood will break out in a while.

Xunxun pouted her little mouth in grievance, and then stretched out her little hand to point to the window, meaning that her father would carry her there to look at the window.

Lu Yi sat up, wrapped his daughter tightly with a small quilt, and then carried his daughter to the window, and then opened the curtains. It was still dark outside, but the scenery that belonged to Haishi was the flickering and bright lights. Xunxun liked to look at the outside world from the window. She didn't know there was scenery and expectation there, so at night, Lu Yi would bring Xunxun here. This was the home where he and Yan Huan had lived. This was the thirteenth floor, a floor that was neither high nor low. When this window was opened, although the night view of Haishi could not be directly seen, it had a corner of the night, and little Xunxun liked it very much.

When she was unhappy or crying, Lu Yi would hold her and stand by the window. He didn't know what the little girl was looking at, but those bright fireworks would fall from her motherly eyes and then disappear into her black pupils.