Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 220 February [-]

On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head.

In Anjia's kitchen, Lin Cuihua got up early in the morning and shouted to everyone.

Have a meal!

An Guoming rubbed his eyes and buttoned his clothes wrongly. He came in from the door and sat at the table in a daze.

"Mom - it's too early for this meal, the sun hasn't come out yet."

An Guoming is tired.

"Eat happily. I've already gotten up to cook for you. Why am I not tired?"

Lin Cuihua placed a bowl of two rice in front of An Guoming and said, "Someone will be here soon. Let me tell you, if you don't get up, a bunch of old ladies will come in and tuck you in."

"If you're not scared, just go back and go back to sleep."

An Guoming opened his eyes in the blink of an eye, shook his head vigorously and said, "No, no, no, no, I'm awake."

These three words, old woman, are more powerful than anything else in rural areas.

This group of people are not afraid of meat and vegetables, and they can make people laugh from the ground up to the ground when they make jokes.

"Suck-suck--suck-slip--"

A bowl of hot porridge, a plate of pickles, a plate of egg chili sauce, mixed with cooked potatoes and eggplants, everyone ate deliciously.

"Hmm, mom, let me tell you, this egg chili sauce is the only one you make and it tastes the same. The ones I make outside don't taste like this."

An Guoming picked up a piece of potato covered in sauce, put it in his mouth, and took a sip of porridge, feeling satisfied.

Lin Cuihua heard this and said: "This is fried with our own soybean paste. How can it be the same? When you go out again, pack a bucket of soybean paste and go."

An Guoming had food in his mouth, but he nodded in agreement.

The meal was finished in no time.

An Guoping and An Ning helped clear the dishes.

"I've been cutting my hair one by one for a while, but today the dragon has raised its head."

"Hurry up and cut it. Someone will come to make the red bean buns soon and I won't have time."

After Lin Cuihua finished speaking, An Guoping glanced at An Ning.

"What?"

"Sister, can you cut it for me?"

An Guoping muttered quietly, An Ning glanced at Lin Cuihua, she didn't understand why, but she didn't think it was a big deal.

"Row."

As soon as An Ning agreed, An Guoping shouted loudly: "Mom, my sister will cut it for me."

"Okay! It just saves me some time."

Lin Cuihua took out an ancient apron, swung it around twice, and shouted: "An Sancheng, you come first."

An Sancheng, who was sitting in the room, took a deep breath and walked out of the room with a feeling of heroic death.

"Cuihua, you don't need to cut it so short this time."

"Sit down now. Why don't you cut it yourself? There will be so much nonsense when someone is waiting for you."

An Sancheng was pushed down on the bench by Lin Cuihua, and an old, dusty apron was wrapped around An Sancheng's neck.

Lin Cuihua held a faded clipper in her hand.

In front of the clipper is a toothed blade that bites up and down, extending back from the head like two long legs. A little behind, a spring is connected between the two legs.

Lin Cuihua held the clipper in the palm of her hand and exerted force on the palm of her hand. The two legs of the clipper were pressed, and the tooth-shaped cutter in front of it clicked up and down.

"Don't move."

The clipper accurately landed on An Sancheng's head. Lin Cuihua kept exerting her palms and clicked. The fine black hair mixed with some gray hair fell from under An Sancheng's head, and many of them fell on his shoulders. superior.

An Ning on the side, in the spirit of learning, watched from the side.

"You want to start from the top of your head?"

"No, no, sister, don't learn from me."

An Guoping muttered timidly from behind, only Lin Cuihua would do this, starting from the top of the head.

The result is that no matter how you cut the sides, they can't match the middle. In the end, Anjia ends up with several bald braised eggs.

This is true every year on February [-]nd.

As for the rest of the time, they hold the scissors by themselves and trim their hair as much as they can, never giving their hair a chance to grow too long.

But you are not allowed to cut your hair during the first month, as it will hurt your uncle.

But An Guoping especially wanted to say: He has no uncle!

It's a pity that all the men in the family can't resist Lin Cuihua.

According to Lin Cuihua, it's not that they don't have an uncle, it's just that the uncle is not alive.

But what if I restrain my uncle below?

There is reason and evidence, but they dare not refute it.

"Sister, let's get started, you use scissors, okay?"

"Row."

An Ning was not afraid, and even with some research in mind, she found the scissors at home and prepared to cut.

"Do you need to block your neck?"

"There are rags."

An Guoping actively and proactively found a piece of tattered clothing and wrapped it around his neck.

He stretched out two fingers, gestured towards An Ning and said, "Sister, please keep it as long as you want. Please keep it for me."

An Ning looked at An Guoping's fingers, nodded seriously and said, "Don't worry, I never miss a drawing."

An Guoping nodded in agreement, she is indeed amazing.

An Guoping was relieved.

An Ning held the big scissors, clicked them twice, and moved the scissors, which seemed a bit astringent.

It should be fine.

An Ning stared at An Guoping's head and accurately divided the area for it in her mind.

Do this piece first, then that piece.No problem, let’s get started.

An Ning took the scissors and started cutting from the back of An Guoping's head.

"Click——"

After the scissors were removed, An Ning's mouth was slightly split.

It seems like...it was cut a little short.

It's okay, the next cut will be correct.

An Ning doesn't know the specific method. It's really like scissors in the east and scissors in the west.

An Guoping, who was sitting on the bench, was grinning from ear to ear.

That big scissor, it sticks to the hair.

Several times, he kept cutting a few hairs and got stuck. An Guoping felt as if his scalp was dancing along with it.

However, when he thought that he didn't have to look like a braised egg this year, An Guoping felt that there was nothing he couldn't bear.

In An's kitchen, two groups of people were cutting hair.

An Guoming stood in the middle, looking left and then again.

He had to cut it morning and night, so he decided to find a good one.

After Lin Cuihua finished cutting, An Guoming made a decision.

He smiled playfully at Lin Cuihua.

"Mom, is it my turn? I've been waiting for a long time."

Lin Cuihua glanced at An Guoming, and then at An Ning's side.

"Come on."

An Guoping, who was opposite Lin Cuihua, witnessed with his own eyes that An Guoming was sitting next to Lin Cuihua, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

His second brother, apart from fighting, would he really not suffer anything?

Then my own head...

"Okay, let's take a look."

An Ning has finished cutting.

An Guoping couldn't wait to take off the tattered clothes around his neck and found the hand-held round mirror at home.

He froze.

How can I say this level?

An Guoping felt that even if he let the big cock outside give him a few bites, he would probably look better than he does now.

The hairstyle on his head is like that of Tathagata Buddha.

It's just that his head has small smooth circles, while his head has small pits of different heights.