"No, no, no, Master Jiujin, I don't want the golden brilliance. It was Da Mao who took out countless golden brilliance from a broken box under the bed and gave it to Da Mao to buy a villa."
When Bao heard that Tang Qing was angry, he didn't dare to complain anymore.
Tang Qing's face changed suddenly and he stood up from the barber chair involuntarily.
Carpenter Wang was also shocked. His thin body moved as quickly as possible on the long bench to Bao Qinwen's side.
"You mean the big hairy girl has something valuable hidden?"
"How can a big-haired girl have something valuable?"
The heads of Tang Qing and Wang Carpenter almost reached Bao Dawen's head.
"Master Jiu Jin, Master Wang, they are not only valuable things, they are the shining hard currency!"
"Are you serious?"
Tang Qing still didn't believe it.
"Master Jiujin, I can fool others, but how can I fool you here?"
"Is it a gold bar?"
"Yeah, a genuine 'big yellow croaker'."
"How many?"
"More than thirty."
Bao Wenzhen stretched out three fingers and twirled them in front of Tang Qing a dozen times.
"Oh, my mother-in-law."
Carpenter Wang slapped his forehead and stuck out his tongue, in disbelief.
Tang Qing was also in disbelief. How could this poor, poor, big-haired lady have more than thirty "big yellow croakers"?
Seeing that Tang Qing and Wang Carpenter were still not convinced, Bao Wenwen stood up and said:
"Master Jiujin, Master Wang, you are going to follow me to the new building in the south of the city. Da Mao and Sha Gu are still looking for a villa there, and Pig Killer and Shanghai Auntie are also there."
"How is it possible? How is it possible?"
Tang Qing muttered to himself, standing there as if he was stupid.
"Master Jiujin, several gold shops have gone to Da Mao's house to see the 'big yellow croaker', and one of them offered a good price."
Bao's inquiry doesn't sound like he's telling lies.
"Isn't more than thirty 'big yellow croakers' more than enough to buy a villa?"
Carpenter Wang also stood up.
"According to the people in the gold shop, each bar is worth at least 100,000, and 30 bars is at least 3 million. Do you think there is any left?"
"More than enough, more than enough."
"Master Wang, what do you think? Should you go to the south of the city to see Damao and his friends choosing a villa, or should you go to Yipinxiang and have a drink or two?"
"What's so good about choosing a villa? Let's go to Yipinxiang. I won't go home for lunch anyway."
"Okay, Master Wang is so generous, please come in the car!"
Bao asked Carpenter Wang to get on his rickshaw.
"Okay, little plum, lead the way."
Carpenter Wang got on the rickshaw that Bao Qing had taken and sped towards Yipinxiang, ignoring Tang Qing who was alone in the People's Barber Shop.
"How is it possible? How is it possible?"
Tang Qing has not yet come to his senses.
"Master Jiujin, if you are free now, please shave my head."
A neighbor walked into the People's Barber Shop.
"Oh, okay."
Tang Qing shaved the heads of neighbors, but she was always in a trance. If she hadn't been so good at it, she might have ended up bleeding.
"Master Jiujin, money."
"oh."
"Master Jiujin, please take your time."
"oh."
Tang Qing packed up his shaving tools in a daze and walked out of the People's Barber Shop in a daze.
"Qing, why are you back?"
"Have you had lunch?"
"oh."
Tang Qing returned home in a daze. This home was naturally her real home, the home where her parents were.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"If you haven't eaten, I'll cook it for you. We've already eaten."
"oh."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"oh."
Tang Qing's mother only said "Oh" when she saw Tang Qing come in. She sat down on the stool and didn't say much. She was a little panicked. She pulled Tang Qing's father to the kitchen and asked in a low voice:
"Do you think Qing'er has a mental illness? She looks stupid?"
Tang Qing's father stuck his head out and looked into the main house, then turned back and said to Tang Qing's mother:
"Don't talk nonsense. Mental illness is neurosis. If you are not neurotic and I am not neurotic, your daughter will always be neurotic? In this case, you can cook a bowl of chicken noodles and bring it over to her. I will go over and talk to her first."
"Then talk to her properly. Don't get angry or irritate her."
"I know."
Tang Qing's father returned to the main room and sat down next to Tang Qing.
Tang Qing did not greet his father as usual, but still sat on the stool stupidly, looking at the pot of spring onions in the yard without blinking.
Tang Qing's father usually has no time to spare. He uses foam boxes to grow onions, leeks, garlic and other daily vegetables in his small yard.
"Your father is great, right? Not only does he shave his head well, but he also grows onions, leeks, and garlic well, right?"
When Tang Qing's father saw Tang Qing looking at green onions, he started talking about green onions.
Tang Qing did not respond.
After a pause, Tang Qing's father continued:
"Look, our little world is no worse than other people's big villas, right?"
"It's so different, it's so different, it's so different, it's so different from the sky and the underground, it's so different from the ocean and the land, it's so different from Xiaoqiang and you and your mother, it's so different from your father-in-law and the dead him, oh oh oh..."
Tang Qing started to cry.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Tang Qing's mother hurried over from the kitchen.
"It's okay, let her cry for a while, and you can go make some noodles."
Tang Qing's father winked at Tang Qing's mother, with a smile on his face.
"You? This..."
Tang Qing's mother looked at Tang Qing's father, and then at Tang Qing who was throwing herself on the table and crying loudly. She hesitated for a while and then returned to the kitchen.
"Woooooooo..."
Tang Qing couldn't stop crying.
Tang Qing's father didn't try to comfort him. Instead, he got up and went to the yard to play with onions, leeks, and garlic.
"Hey, why don't you try to persuade her? Ask her what's going on? Are there any fathers like you?"
Tang Qing's mother walked quietly to Tang Qing's father and complained softly.
"Are you done burning it?"
"It's cooked."
"Give it to her to eat. Eat well and make sure she's fine."
"Really or not?"
"Just hurry up and get there."
"Oh, okay."
Tang Qing's mother pinched three or four spring onions, returned to the kitchen, cut the spring onions into small pieces, sprinkled them on top of the cooked chicken noodle, and brought them to Tang Qing.
"Huh? Chicken noodle noodles?!"
Tang Qing raised his head, wiped away his tears, and devoured it.
"Wipe your face first, there is no one to compete with you for the chicken noodles."
Tang Qing's mother handed Tang Qing a wet towel.
Tang Qing took the wet towel with one hand and wiped his face carelessly. With the other hand, he picked up a chopstick of chicken, squeezed the noodles and swallowed it with a "squeak" sound.
"Qing Dam, if Qing'er buys you a big villa, will you move to the big villa or still live here?"
"I don't care about big villas. They look beautiful on the outside, but they are cold and impersonal on the inside. It's better to have an old house like ours."
"How do you know that the big villa is so cold and impersonal?"
"Qing's dad, you can tell if you think about it."
"Just think about it and you can count it? How can you count it?"
"Do you think that buying a big villa is something that ordinary people like us can easily buy? Even if we have enough money temporarily, after buying it, you have to decorate it. After decorating it, you have to buy furniture. After you move in, you have to take care of it and spend money every day.
If you don’t say it, you will still suffer.”
"Suffer what?"
"It's a crime of hygiene, a crime of being alone and bored!"
"Qingta's mother, you can hire a nanny for sanitation, and you don't necessarily have to suffer, as long as you have money. The crime you mentioned of being alone and bored is very uncomfortable! People, in addition to family members living in this world, there are no neighbors.
The family affection and friendship between us must not be missing, otherwise would it still be interesting to live in a cold big villa?"
"Qingta's father, this pig-butcher and Damao are going to buy a big villa, why don't we say hello and discuss it?"
"Discuss with us? Who do we belong to them?"
"They are indeed not related to us, but would Pig-Slayer be where he is today without Qing'er? How would Da Mao be today without Qing'er? How much effort and money did Qing'er spend on them throughout the year?"
"Qing's mother, doesn't Qing'er spend so much effort and money hoping that they will live a good life? If they live in a big villa, wouldn't Qing'er not have to worry about it anymore?"
"That's true."
"Dad, Mom, I'm going to the store to return it."
Tang Qing walked out of the house with relaxed steps.