Baozi Xishi's Struggle

After wearing this hairstyle for so long, Shen Yu still doesn't know how to style her hair into a tangled bun.

At first, she had a head injury, so she simply tied her hair up. Later, when she went to the restaurant, she wore a headscarf and an apron all day long. She imitated the kitchen helper Liu Niangzi, braiding her hair, rolling it up, wrapping it tightly with a headscarf, and that was it.

When working in the kitchen, she was afraid that her hair would fall into the dishes she was preparing. Others also wore headscarves like this, so no one thought there was anything strange about Shen Yu. As a result, she had been here for several months and could only braid one braid.

Later, Yutao couldn't bear it anymore, so if she had enough time, she would help Shen Yu comb her hair. She would twist her hair a few times with her nimble hands and secure it with a hair tie, and a beautiful double bun would be done.

Shen Yu tried twice, and once again proved that some skills are innate and cannot be forced. When it came to her own hair, she just couldn't twist it into the same good-looking shape. Once she managed to comb it out, but it came loose after she took two steps. So she simply braided her hair and wrapped it with a headscarf.

Li thought she was doing it for convenience and cleanliness, so she didn't say anything. So it became that the hairstyle of her hair today depended on whether she had enough time and whether Yutao had time to help her comb it.

Yutao had just finished combing Shen Yu's hair and put down the comb when she heard Li's voice outside politely seeing her off.

The butcher's boy glanced around the room a few times, but didn't see Miss Shen coming out, so he had to leave reluctantly as Li told him to see her off.

Li closed the gate, entered the house and started to scold Shen Yuzhi: "Yuzhi, you are a grown-up girl. When you go to meet a strange man, you must dress neatly and comb your hair. Look at you, your hair is not combed properly, your shoes are not put on properly, and you rush to open the door. If this gets out, I don't know what they will say about you."

Shen Yu opened his mouth, swallowed back what he wanted to say, and secretly complained: "That boy, at most fourteen years old, is still a child, how can he be an adult man? What's more, he pushes a cart to deliver meat every day, how can he be a stranger?"

Seeing Shen Yu not speaking and lowering his head, Li thought that she had said something too harsh, so she quickly changed her tone and said, "My daughter is pretty, and as a mother, I have to worry about her. Although our family has no choice but to run this food stall business with the women and children every day, we can't let people look down on us. Although the waiter is not very old, I'm watching him. He blushes when he sees you, and his eyes always steal glances at you. Next time you send meat over, don't leave."

Shen Yu immediately began to reflect on himself, thinking that he shouldn't look at this era from the perspective of modern people.

In ancient times, people got married early. Fourteen or fifteen years old would be considered a middle school kid in modern times. But here, they are already adults who have started talking about marriage, and getting engaged and married is also common. If the original owner had not been rejected, she would have been married at the age of fifteen.

A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.

Although the original owner, Shen Yuzhi, was not stunningly beautiful, she was delicate, weak and lovable. If her easy-going attitude made people think she was frivolous and easy to flirt with, and she offended some playboy, she would be asking for trouble.

Thinking of this, Shen Yu raised her head and assured Li: "Mom, I was wrong. You are right. In the future, I will be careful not to let people think that my daughter is frivolous and a casual girl."

Li was a little surprised. When Yuzhi was in the village, she once met a neighbor boy who grew up with her at the doorstep of her house. They chatted and laughed for a while. When a villager passing by saw it, he imitated what he said to Li, and naturally his words were not very pleasant.

Li was so angry that she couldn't help but say a few words to her behind others' back. Yuzhi cried all night after hearing that. The next day, her eyes were swollen like peaches, which made Li feel painful and angry. She had to boil eggs for her to roll in her eyes and said nothing else. However, from then on, Yuzhi almost never looked up when she saw people, and Li was relieved.

After arriving at the county town, seeing Yuzhi acting with propriety and managing the food stall in an orderly manner, and her appearance becoming even more beautiful due to the good food, Li's heart, which had been relieved, began to tighten again, like an old hen protecting her chicks, fearing that Yuzhi would be taken advantage of by others.

She was generous when she talked to people, but always gentle and smiling, treating everyone equally. The older and more stable guests were fine, but the young gentlemen were hateful, and they even urged Yuzhi to change her name to Xishi, which was really hateful.

Li was so angry that she had no place to vent it. Now she saw that the boy who delivered the meat had a dishonest look in his eyes, so she couldn't help but scold him. She regretted it as soon as she finished speaking like a machine gun. Seeing that she didn't say anything, she thought she was crying again. She didn't know how to comfort her, but unexpectedly Yuzhi raised her head and assured her seriously that her face was normal and there was not a tear in her eyes.

Li didn't know how to answer for a moment. Yutao thought that Li was still angry, so she shook Li's arm coquettishly and said nice things to smooth things over for her sister: "Mom, don't be angry with your sister. Your sister was just anxious because she heard someone knocking on the door, so she didn't pay attention to whether her clothes were tidy or not. That waiter was not honest, so let Yucheng collect the meat he sent next time."

As he said this, he deliberately looked Li up and down, and praised Li with a smile: "Besides, it's because mother is so beautiful that she gave birth to a beautiful daughter like you. Who wouldn't want to take a closer look at you? Just yesterday, Aunt Lin who came to buy buns kept praising you for your dexterity, the good buns you make, and your even better looks. She even asked if you were engaged."

Li was flattered by Yutao and felt relieved. Her worries disappeared. Thinking of Lin who came to buy buns yesterday, she couldn't help laughing and said, "That Lin is really not very good at judging. I was busy and she pulled me aside and kept talking, insisting on being a matchmaker for her nephew."

As she spoke, she gestured with her hands and said with saliva flying, "It's the fat boy who works as a clerk in the woolen yarn shop near the market. He is so fat and small that his eyes are squeezed into a slit by the flesh. How can he match with our Yuzhi who is so beautiful! I made up an excuse to refuse her, but she grabbed my sleeve and I couldn't get away. Fortunately, Yutao had a good look and asked me to help light the fire, so I got away."

As he spoke, he looked annoyed and worried, with a frown on his face, which made the two sisters laugh. The awkward atmosphere of being scolded just now disappeared.

On the second day, when I was setting up the stall in the morning and the sun was rising, monks came to distribute the ink-printed "Avatamsaka Sutra".

The monk did not ask for money, but walked from house to house chanting Buddhist mantras. He did not force people to accept money, but just stood in front of each stall and recited a passage of scriptures. If someone wanted to ask for a scripture, he would take a copy from his cross-body bag and hand it to them with both hands.

The current emperor believes in Buddhism and has preached it a lot. Buddhism is popular among the people and has many believers. Buddhist temples are full of incense.

Buddhism is prevalent throughout the country here. Wherever the monks go, not only do every food stall owner receive Buddhist scriptures, but many people who come to eat breakfast also stop buying breakfast when they see the monks distributing Buddhist scriptures. Instead, they wait quietly by the side to get a copy to take home.

Anyone who wanted to get a Buddhist scripture would wash their hands at a familiar food stall and wait respectfully. When it was their turn, they would bow slightly, hold their hands up, take the scripture from the solemn monk's face, and then step aside to wait.