After a simple rebirth

Fu Ying woke up at around eight o'clock in the new day. She felt that her current biological clock was a little late. It would be all over if she couldn't get up when school started. She would have to start getting up early tomorrow to adjust her new biological clock.

There was no need to help today. No one was nagging and Fu's mother hadn't gotten up yet. Fu Ying went to brush her teeth and add the coal.

After eating noodles every morning for several days in a row, Fu Ying wanted to change her breakfast.

Thinking about the current situation at home, there are not many ingredients to use, and everyone is still stuck in the concept of cooking breakfast at home. Except for those students who get up early and happen to pass by the breakfast shop, few people go out of their way to buy breakfast to eat at home.

Fu Ying wanted to see what the breakfast shops were selling now, and they should have steamed buns.

That’s right. Now we don’t have a car, not even a bicycle. Just thinking about going back and forth for half an hour just to buy breakfast, Fu Ying’s laziness started to kick in.

Finally, Fu Ying thought of a breakfast that she hadn’t made for many years, at least ten years ago. She had never made it in Guangdong Province. She had only eaten it in Yunnan Province when she was a child, but she rarely ate it.

Potato porridge sounds like a dark dish, but it is actually just ordinary white porridge with potatoes.

Fu Ying washed the rice first, put water in a pressure cooker and put it on the stove to boil. After the water boiled, she added the rice and stirred it. After making sure it was not sticky to the bottom of the pot, she closed the lid. It cannot be closed tightly, because it is difficult to take it off and add potatoes.

Then peel and cut three palm-sized potatoes into pieces. Fu Ying likes to cut them into small pieces. Then soak them in water, otherwise the potatoes will oxidize and turn black.

When the rice becomes thick and sticky, pour in the drained potatoes, slowly stir the bottom of the pot, sprinkle some salt, and wait until the potatoes are cooked.

Potato porridge is actually very light in taste, but it tastes a little better than pure white porridge. Fu Ying heated up the dishes from last night and ate them with the porridge.

Then he went to wake up Fu Ma and Fu Zhe.

Fu's mother was eating potato porridge and asked Fu Ying why she didn't cook noodles. Fu Ying directly said that she didn't want to eat noodles anymore and wanted to change the taste.

After the meal, Fu's mother asked her to go to the market early, but Fu Ying didn't want to go because she really didn't have anything to buy. She would just be carrying things if she went, and the tool man wanted to go offline.

Fu's mother still dragged her there. When they were leaving the house, they saw Li Xingying and her grandmother also preparing to go to the street, so the two families walked together.

Fu Ying and Li Xingying were walking together, and Li Xingying was chattering away.

"I'm almost done with my summer homework, except for a few essays. Can I go to your house this afternoon to help with the writing?"

"Okay, I'll study at home in the afternoon too." Fu Ying nodded.

"Was your exam yesterday difficult? We didn't have an entrance exam last year and were directly divided into classes." Li Xingying was curious.

"It's not that bad actually, as most of the test involves junior high school knowledge. We'll be divided into classes after the results come out, and they'll probably be divided into key classes and ordinary classes." Fu Ying guessed.

At this time, it was not so emphasized that there should be no ordinary class and key class. The school would definitely rank students according to their grades. Even when Fu Yu's eldest son was in high school in his previous life, he was probably assigned to a key class. It was unavoidable.

"Of course, our class is the key class." Li Xingying nodded, although there are only two classes.

We were chatting until we were almost on the street. Although it was early, there were still as many people as last time. Everyone carried a backpack to buy things and take them home. Some people had nothing in their backpacks, but they had children sitting in them. Fu Ying also sat in them when she was a child. When she couldn't walk anymore, her father carried her in the backpack.

When she was about to follow the two adults into the vegetable selling area, there were a lot of people, so Fu Ying waited for a while, trying to avoid the crowd.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her hair. Fu Ying turned around and saw a middle-aged woman, dark and thin. She was carrying an old-fashioned black crossbody bag and wearing a navy blue coat. It was obvious that she had been working in the local area.

"Sister, do you want to sell your hair?" she asked.

Fu Ying then realized that this person was a hair collector. Only in rural areas would someone specialize in collecting other people's long hair and reselling it, and only those who were relatively short of money and the elderly were willing to sell it.

Most girls of Fu Ying's age love beauty and will not accept selling their hair. Firstly, their hair must be cut very short, and secondly, it will look ugly.

In order to cut more hair, although they are supposed to cut the hair after it is tied up, in fact, in order to cut more hair, they will push the scissors as close to the roots as possible, so the hair is cut unevenly and very short.

Fu Ying's hair has indeed grown longer now, almost reaching her waist, and she also wants to cut it short. Long hair is troublesome to wash, and takes even more time to wait for it to dry.

Seeing that Fu Ying had no expression on her face, but she didn't refuse in anger, the lady asked tentatively, "Sister, you can sell your hair now. I won't cut it very short, don't worry!"

"How much?" Fu Ying asked.

Fu's mother also supported her daughter to cut her hair. It could make some money from selling it and it would be convenient to take care of. Her daughter didn't like to dry her hair and would just wait for it to dry naturally. Short hair dries faster.

Li Xingying was a little anxious and wanted to persuade Fu Ying not to sell it. Those people who said that she didn't cut her hair short were all fake. She sold it once and regretted it so much! Fu Ying wanted to sell it herself but couldn't bring herself to do it.

"I'd like 100 for your hair!" Seeing that Fu Ying wanted to sell it, the old lady looked at her in a scrutinizing manner and even touched Fu Ying's hair carefully to feel its texture.

"No, it's too low." Fu Ying shook her head. This price was too low. Although her hair quality was not very good, it took several years to reach this length. In addition, the weather in Guangdong Province was hot, so she only washed her hair every two or three days. After growing her hair for so long, it must still look good. It was definitely not worth this price.

"It's 120, sister. The ends of your hair are yellow. If I collect them, I will have to cut off part of them, and I will be at a loss." The aunt did not let go of Fu Ying's hair, but kept saying that Fu Ying's hair was not good.

"My hair is pretty good. My hair is so thick and has never been thinned. My hair volume is twice as much as others."

Fu Ying thought about it and recalled that in her previous life, she had never cut her hair when she was in junior college, so her hair grew even longer. Her mother asked her to sell her hair, but Fu Ying refused because she loved beauty.

Fu Ma's hair is not as long as Fu Ying's, but she said she sold it for 200 yuan. In other words, her hair should be in the range of 200-300 yuan.

In fact, in her previous life, Fu Ying had longer hair before she was reborn, down to her buttocks, and she saved it up at the time, thinking of selling it when she returned home for the New Year. Fu Yu said she sold it for 800 yuan, and Fu Ying secretly thought that her hair was longer and better, so it must be sold for 1,000 yuan!

Then, one thousand was gone!!!

After thinking about it for a thousand times with a broken heart, Fu Ying looked at her hair again. The hair quality and length were okay, but it was too thick. It had to be 300!

"I'll sell it for 300. If you don't want it, I won't cut it."

The aunt was shocked by Fu Ying's asking price. "Sister, we have never charged 200 for a hair. Others only charge 180 for longer ones. Your hair is , which is too long. Let me cut it?" Then she began to measure the length of Fu Ying's hair to see how much she could cut.

Fu Ying ignored her. Fu Ying used to think that they didn't make much money. Later, she heard from a classmate whose family made wigs that his family spent hundreds or thousands of dollars to buy the hair, and then processed and sold it. She realized that the people in her hometown said that on purpose.

"It's only three hundred anyway. If you want a haircut, then do it. I won't bargain." Fu Ying pulled the hair out of her hands and prepared to leave.

Fu's mother wanted to persuade Fu Ying to cut her hair for 200 yuan, but Fu Ying directly grabbed Fu's mother's hand and stopped her from speaking.

Seeing that Fu Ying was very determined and the elders in the family were silent, the aunt had no choice but to raise the price, "Sister, 220 is really the highest price!"

Fu Ying turned around and left without giving her any chance. Fu Ying was the type who didn't like to lower the price. Her asking price was right there. Just say whether you accept it or not. Don't bargain to the extreme.

"Sister, sister, wait a minute, 250, I'm already losing money." The auntie shouted from behind.

Fu Yingcai didn't stop and continued walking without looking back.

The old lady probably still felt that 300 was too high, so she didn't call Fu Ying again.

"Xiaoying, 250 is already a high price, why don't you sell it?" Fu's mother asked tentatively.

Fu Ying shook her head. "I won't sell it if it's less than 300. At worst, I'll keep it for a while and sell it next time when it's more than 300. Anyway, I wear it every day so it won't affect me."

Seeing that Fu Ying was determined, Fu's mother didn't say anything and went shopping with her.

Walking to the innermost part, there are vendors selling vegetables. It is rare to see people selling coriander. It looks very fresh. Fu Ying wants to eat coriander dumplings. She packs some for breakfast since she has some free time. It is a pity that there is no refrigerator at home, otherwise it can be kept for a longer time.

I discussed with Fu Ma and bought a bundle, not by kilogram, but directly for 2 yuan. Fu Ma decided on the other dishes, and bought whatever suited her.

When I was walking out, I saw a tofu seller. I wanted to buy lime tofu. I don't know how it's made, but it's very hard, and the surface is made of real lime. After I got home, I soaked it in water to wash off the lime, then cut it into slices and added it to the soup. It tasted good.

Fu Ying didn't say anything. In fact, only her mother liked to eat it at home, but she and Fu Zhe could also eat it.

Then Fu's mother took a fancy to Huangba, which is a pure snack. Fu's father loves this one the most, and Fu Ying hasn't eaten it for a long time. This Huangba is very sticky, the kind that sticks to your fingers. It is delicious, but Fu Ying has to wash her hands for a long time after eating it.

I bought some meat, dried bamboo shoots and other things, and then went out to the street to buy vegetables.

When I was about to go home, someone stopped me.

"Sister, since your hair is so good, I'll take it from you even if I lose a little money. Please don't tell others, or I'll keep losing money."

Fu Ying and her friends saw the hair collecting lady jogging towards them.

Fu Ying was also quite surprised, thinking that she would not accept it. Since the price was right, Fu Ying readily agreed to sell it.

Putting the backpack on the ground, Fu Ying asked her mother for an extra hair tie, and tied it a few more times around her low ponytail, tying it tightly.

"Just cut the area where I tie my hair, don't cut my flesh!" Fu Ying instructed with her back to the old lady.

Fu's mother and Li Xingying also looked at the old lady. In fact, everyone knew that she would cut their hair in, but the longer it was, the better, and they were afraid that she would cut the flesh.

The aunt cut her hair very quickly and with great force, Fu Ying heard a few clicking sounds and her head felt light, and her long hair was gone.

Fu's mother couldn't help but complain, "You cut it too short, it's close to her scalp. It won't look good on a girl like this!"

"Yes, don't worry, it will grow longer soon." The aunt argued.

Fu Ying didn't argue with her and waited for her to give her the money.

"Sister, I'm really at a loss. If you didn't have so much hair, you wouldn't get this price." The aunt also said to Fu Ying.

"I'll come to you next time for a haircut, don't worry." Fu Ying said in a fake tone. She didn't care when the next time would be, it was just talk.

After getting the money, Fu Ying gave it to Fu Ma, and the four of them set out on their journey home.

"Your Fu Ying is really amazing. She can sell her hair at such a high price. Li Xingying's mother only sold it for 100 last time!" Grandma Li felt a little regretful. If she had known earlier, she would have asked for a higher price.

Fu's mother was also surprised. "I didn't expect her to be so bold. I even said I would sell it for more than 100 yuan. Fortunately, I didn't ask."

I bought some more things on the way and then I was home.

After putting down her things, Li Xingying came over to do her homework. She just wanted to finish it quickly so that she could have fun in the last few days.

Seeing that she was proactive, Fu Ying also followed her to study. She still chose to translate history, taking a two-pronged approach.