The hot-blooded butcher fell to his knees on the ground with a plop when faced with the childish Tang Qing, and burst into tears.
After crying, she obediently followed Tang Qing back to the base of the west gate city wall, first apologized to Tang Qing's grandfather and father, and then went home and knelt in front of her mother's bed all night.
Tang Qing's father helped him rent a stall in the vegetable market, allowing him to inherit his ancestral business, kill pigs and sell meat, and follow the right path.
From then on, the butcher was in awe of Tang Qing.
Just now, Tang Qing got angry and chased Bao to inquire. The spectacled doctor came out of the People's Barber Shop. The butcher was so frightened that he was afraid that he would chase him away too.
Now that Tang Qing was still sullen, the pig-butcher naturally did not dare to accept the old leader's words easily. After glancing at Tang Qing, he lowered his head and looked at his knees.
He asked Bao and heard that his knee was injured, but in fact the purple and blue patch on it was a birthmark.
Unexpectedly, the optician would help him, and he asked Bao Bao to find out.
On the contrary, he spanked Bao Dadu very hard. He only hit Bao Dadu on his buttocks so that outsiders could not easily notice it, and he himself would not feel any pain at all. By tomorrow morning, after Bao Dadu had slept all night, it was guaranteed that he would not be able to get out of bed. Even if he did, he would not be able to get out of bed.
Yes, I definitely won’t be able to ride a rickshaw.
"Chi..."
The pig-butcher couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.
When he saw that Tang Qing still had a dark face, he quickly shut his mouth and rolled down his pants to cover his knees. After all, that was considered a "criminal" record.
Tang Qing saw the butcher snickering through the barber mirror and knew that he must be feeling complacent because he had succeeded in tricking Bao Qing.
Bao Qiwen deserved to be teased, but it was a pity that he spent a hundred yuan. It was appropriate to give him fifty yuan in the morning. After all, he helped pull the mirror and actively bought screws. The fifty yuan at noon should not be wasted, but like
If you don't give him some benefits in time, even if you don't get angry in front of him, sooner or later he will do something bad behind the scenes, and his bad mouth will chew up your reputation and make the whole city stink.
As a villain, Bao Dachen didn't deserve to be angry with him.
What’s annoying is that bumbling, hypocritical doctor with glasses!
Tang Qing has been engaged in the hair-shaving industry for almost fifteen years. There are countless people who have come to her to have their heads shaved. She has shaved countless heads and knows countless people. Now she only needs to look into a person's eyes and listen to what he says.
How about determining his nature?
There must be something wrong with the nature of the glasses doctor, whether he is a good person or a bad person. Tang Qing does not want to comment on him, but it is absolutely impossible for her to associate with such a person.
Just want to know what exactly Bao knows about Li Li? Tang Qing is still a little worried.
But it doesn’t matter, because a person like Bao can’t spit out ivory from his mouth, so he can’t say good things. In a few days, it will be Mr. Li’s "Erqi". When I went to pay homage, I asked her myself.
Thinking of this, Tang Qing's face returned to normal and he said with self-mockery:
"It's easy to get angry when the weather is hot. We still need to prepare the artemisia annua tea in this store tomorrow."
People in Yancheng have the habit of drinking artemisia annua tea in summer, which is beneficial to relieve summer heat, dispel liver-fire and fight malaria.
Tang Qing brews a large vat of Artemisia annua tea in the shop every summer and gives it to people who come to the shop to drink. There have been so many troubles these days that it has been several days since Tang Qing brewed the tea.
"Master Jiujin, I still have some Artemisia annua from previous years at home. I'll bring it to make tea for you."
The pig-butcher breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Tang Qing's face returned to normal and his tone returned to calm.
"Butcher, Artemisia annua is different from other Chinese herbal medicines. The artemisia annua used to make tea must be harvested in the current season to be effective. What use can you use the artemisia annua that has been in your house for several years? It is not used as firewood.
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The old dragon head was closing his eyes to rest, and when he heard Tang Qing speak, he opened his eyes and answered.
"Master Long, who still burns firewood now? They all have gas stoves."
"Then when you sit on the balcony to enjoy the cool air at night, light a few sticks and smoke them to ensure that all the mosquitoes are gone."
"Master Long, isn't that mugwort that smokes mosquitoes? This artemisia can also smoke mosquitoes?"
"Hey, you don't understand this. Artemisia annua is more effective at fumigating mosquitoes than mugwort."
"Then I'll give it a try at night, but I spend a lot of time sitting in the People's Barber Shop, so I even went to bed when I got home."
"Then you won't bring it to the People's Barber Shop? If you smoke the outside of this shop, not only will there be no mosquitoes, but it will also smell very refreshing. It smells much better than the perfume that young people spray now."
"Hey, that's right. I'll bring it over tonight."
The old dragon head and the butcher started talking nonsense, Tang Qing stood up from the barber chair and mopped the floor, his mood gradually improved. This is a normal people's barber shop.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Tang Qing shaved three heads. After closing the shop, she was not in a hurry to go home and went for a walk on the embankment of Shanxi River.
The river breeze was cool and the bright moon hung high in the sky. As Tang Qing walked, he recalled what had happened in the past few days. He couldn't help but lament that life was short and things were impermanent.
"Did you do it in July and a half?"
"I did it yesterday, how about you?"
"We plan to do it tomorrow, the first three and the last four."
Tang Qing heard passers-by talk about July and a half, and then he remembered that today is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Festival, which is also the Ghost Festival. No wonder the moon is so round.
In addition to the custom of paying homage to deceased relatives during the Qingming Festival and the Winter Solstice, the people of Yancheng also have the tradition of cooking a meal on July 15th, which is to cook a table of delicious dishes in the evening on any day between the three days before and the four days after the 15th day of the seventh lunar month.
Pay homage to deceased relatives.
Alas, I almost forgot to give the child's father a half-month meal.
Why didn't my parents-in-law ask me to come over and do the Qiuqiba? Have they forgotten? Impossible, my parents-in-law only had one son, and they have been very sad after they left. This is one of the reasons why I agreed to Xiaoqiang and live with them. Generations are separated.
Dear, the old man was always close to his grandson. After his son is gone, his grandson is even closer to him.
Why didn’t my family ask me to go back and do July and a half? My grandfather just passed away last year, so I would definitely do July and a half.
I guess they know I'm busy these days, so I'll do it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, right?
Yes, my parents-in-law’s family and my own family will definitely do July and a half tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I have to do July and a half for him tonight.
Tang Qing thought of this, walked into a nearby grocery store, bought a bottle of beer, a bag of peanuts, half a catty of mille-feuille, and hurried home.
On Qingming Festival, Winter Solstice, July 15th, as well as death anniversaries and birthdays, Tang Qing would pay homage to her deceased husband alone in her small home, which she had done for the past three years.
Although her husband introduced her to her and her married life was ordinary, in Tang Qing's heart, he would always be her husband for the rest of her life, no matter whether she was here or not.
"Ah? Why are you back?"
When Tang Qing ran up to the fourth floor with the bag of food in hand, went to the door of his house, took out the key and was about to open the door, one of his feet touched something.
I looked down and saw that it was my father-in-law's shaving box.
It was obviously missing when I went out in the morning? Why is it here now?
Could it be that I overslept in the morning and my eyes were blurry and I saw the wrong thing?
Impossible. I found out that the shaving box was missing this morning. I searched upstairs and downstairs several times. My neighbors also helped me look for it.
So why are you here now? Could it be that this hair-shaving box has grown legs? I ran away to play for a day and came back by myself?
What are you thinking? If a box with a shaved head and legs grows, isn’t that a ghost?
Ghost? Today is Ghost Day, so don’t think wildly!
Tang Qing was stunned at the door for a long time, and decided to open the shaving box and take a look first.
"Hey, why is there no blood stain on this razor?"
Tang Qing first picked up the razor and inspected it.
The reason why she left the shaving box outside the door and did not take it into the house after she came back from the Wang family last night was because of the blood on the razor.
According to ancestral rules, once the razor sees blood when shaving the pubic head, the blood must be wiped away by the descendants of the deceased after paying homage in front of the soul of the deceased. This means that the owner has forgiven you and you can continue to use the razor. Otherwise, not only will you not be able to use it,
With that razor, you will no longer be able to engage in the shaving industry.
Tang Qing looked at the gleaming razor and couldn't help but shudder.
Who cleans the razor? Who takes the razor box and puts it back?