Boss, he is no longer a man

With the attitude of the village head of Wangzhai Village, the next investigation by the five people will naturally be difficult.

Although the village head, Wang Qing, didn't drive them away explicitly, in his words and actions, he meant to let them go to Xiba Village quickly, and even called the forest ranger guide one by one to urge him to come down the mountain quickly.

However, the forest ranger named Huzi does not live in Xiba Village or Wangzhai Village, but lives in a hut specially built for the forest rangers by the Municipal Forestry Bureau, so the location is remote, and it is estimated that it will be at night to arrive at Wangzhai Village. up.

Bai Yaoyuan sat lazily on a bench in the square, leaning on Nanjun's shoulder and whispering to him.

"This matter is not over yet." Bai Yaoyuan concluded.

Looking at the few umbrellas left in the square and the sparse villagers, Nanjun also felt that there was no problem with Bai Yaoyuan's judgment, "The villagers are very receptive. Although the things on this umbrella can indeed be recycled, But no one came to us to ask about taboos."

Bai Yaoyuan laughed, "After Wang Qing said it, he was hesitant to take the umbrella before, but now he doesn't hesitate anymore. This Wang Qing is in Wangzhai Village, but he has some right to speak..."

Bai Yaoyuan and Nanjun's eyes quietly turned to Wang Qing.

Wang Qing was negotiating something with Liu Xian and Jiang Yuan at this time, probably telling them to go into the mountains and go to Xiba Village as soon as possible.

Nanjun continued to whisper to Bai Yaoyuan: "Just now I asked the village chief if he has received hair, but he didn't answer, right?"

Bai Yaoyuan gently brushed Nanjun's ear with his lips, "There are two possibilities: either he just wants to drive us away quickly, or he just learned something and it's inconvenient to tell us. Go check it out later."

Nanjun nodded.

……

Wang Yuanming is an ordinary villager in Wangzhai Village. He has a little relationship with the village head Wang Qing. He is doing well in Wangzhai Village.The two sons of the family both open stores in the city to sell umbrellas. During the Spring Festival, the hair growing on the umbrellas caused their family a very headache.

Now the Taoist priest came and cleaned up the umbrella, so he was naturally happy.After Wang Qing said that he could take the umbrella home in the square, he immediately picked out his own umbrella and went home.

Wang Yuanming's family is in good condition, living in a three-story brick building.After he took the umbrella back, he put the umbrella in the studio on the second floor when he entered the door. After preparing for lunch, he went to see if it could be recycled.

After putting away the umbrella, Wang Yuanming went downstairs and found that the meal was not ready, so he frowned and went to the kitchen.

Wang Yuanming's wife was busy working in front of the stove, and she trembled when she saw Wang Yuanming enter the kitchen.

The expression on Wang Yuanming's face was extremely impatient: "I've been out for a fucking morning, and I can't even eat a hot meal when I get home!?"

Wang Yuanming's wife, Zhou Qing, was flustered, trembled twice, and said in a low voice, "The rice cooker suddenly broke down, and I used the stove to cook again, which delayed a little time."

"Are you still making fucking excuses?" Wang Yuanming raised his hand and pointed towards the back of Zhou Qing's head.

After being slapped, Zhou Qing shrank twice, and his cooking movements became faster.

Wang Yuanming felt bored, and after glaring at Zhou Qing, he wandered out.

After Zhou Qing waited for Wang Yuanming to leave the kitchen, he was relieved and hurried to the work in hand.

When it was almost ready, Zhou Qing hurriedly put the food on the dining table, and whispered to the three men in the family to eat.

Wang Yuanming and his two sons were sitting at the dining table.

After Zhou Qing finished the meal and found the chopsticks for them, he turned around and went back to the kitchen with a bowl of white rice, sat down in front of the stove and ate alone.

There is no hesitation in the action, it has become a habit engraved in the bone.

Wang Yuanming and his two sons talked about their marriage at the dinner table.

"The matter of the umbrella is settled, and you two can go out of the mountain in a few days. You have to get married this year. Or find a girl from Xiba Village?" Wang Yuanming is the absolute talker in the family. The other son nodded.

However, the youngest son glanced at Zhou Qing in front of the stove, and said with some disgust: "Dad, are the women in Xiba Village all a little gossip? Why don't you find a girl from outside the mountain?"

Wang Yuanming took a look at his youngest son, and put down his job, "Let's just go to Xiba Village. The bride price in their village is cheap, and it doesn't cost much to marry a daughter-in-law. I spent 20 yuan to marry your mother back then." The women outside don’t know how much it will cost to marry back, and I can’t tell what the harvest will be like this year, and I don’t have money to marry you a wife.”

The youngest son muttered twice, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything more to resist Wang Yuanming.

After the men finished eating in the restaurant, Zhou Qing quickly put the bowl on the stove, and then went out to clean up the dishes.

When he walked up to his youngest son, Zhou Qing timidly asked him in a low voice if he had a girl he liked.

The youngest son glanced at Zhou Qing, waved his hand impatiently, and told her to stay away from him before saying: "So what if you like it, so what if you don't like it, anyway, there is no money to give the bride price, so why ask so much? No money."

Zhou Qing was yelled at by his youngest son, so he could only lower his head, packed up the dishes and went back to the kitchen.

After returning to the kitchen alone, Zhou Qing felt that he had returned to his comfortable and safe place. After a long sigh, Zhou Qing touched his long hair.

It is true that she is useless as a mother and cannot earn money, but her son likes it, and if she can help, she must help.

In the afternoon, after Wang Yuanming and his two sons went upstairs to make umbrellas, Zhou Qing stood at the door of the studio on the second floor and asked softly, "Old Wang, can I go out for a while?"

Wang Yuanming came out of the studio impatiently, and after closing the door, he said to Zhou Qing, "Isn't it telling you to stop coming upstairs to the studio? You can't have a woman by your side when making umbrellas, I guess It means that you go upstairs too much, and those evil things grow on the umbrella! Why do you have so many things all day long! Fuck it!"

When Wang Yuanming and Zhou Qing talked, there was never a time when they were not dirty.

Zhou Qing shrank his shoulders, his eyes dodged, "I want, I want to visit my sister-in-law's house."

Wang Yuanming glanced at Zhou Qing in disgust, and waved his hands: "Get out, get out."

Zhou Qing nodded and went downstairs.

After leaving the door, Zhou Qing went directly to the family with an earthen wall house at the head of the village.When he came out of that room again, Zhou Qing's waist-length black hair was gone, and turned into short hair with uneven layers.

The hair collector who cuts the hair will only think about whether it will be good before selling it, and will not think about whether it looks good or not.

When Zhou Qing came out of the earthen wall house, there was a gust of wind, and she touched the top of her hair uncomfortably.But thinking of the hundreds of dollars in her pocket, she smiled happily and relieved.

Zhou Qing hurried home, just in time to see her youngest son who was about to go out, she immediately took out the money in her purse, stuffed it into the youngest son, and said happily: "Mom sold her hair, if I can have a little A little bit, use it to save up to marry a wife."

The youngest son looked at her mother's waist-length hair and now it turned into a dog-eating hairstyle. After a few laughs, he put away the money and said, "The person who receives the hair is not good at cutting hair, right?" , you look ugly now."

Zhou Qing stroked her hair embarrassingly. After watching her youngest son go out happily, she also walked in happily.

Zhou Qing, who went into the house to put down his things and went to work in the kitchen, was washing vegetables in a happy mood when he heard a high-pitched and hoarse scream from the second floor—it was Wang Yuanming's voice.

Zhou Qing was taken aback, quickly put down the dishes at hand, and then rushed to the second floor.

When Wang Yuanming crawled out of the studio with a terrified expression on his face, he raised his eyes and saw Zhou Qing, and immediately turned pale with fright, and almost fell down the stairs.

Zhou Qing didn't know why, so he quickly supported Wang Yuanming and asked what's wrong.

Wang Yuanming was still weak just now, but after being supported by Zhou Qing, seeing her short hair, he immediately regained his strength, and roared, "Where's your hair!"

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment, and quickly explained in a low voice: "Sell it, sell it, save money for the younger son..."

"Snapped--"

Standing at the stairs, Zhou Qing was slapped in the face by Wang Yuanming who regained his strength without any explanation.The man doing the work has great strength, and after this slap, Zhou Qing's right cheek immediately swelled up.

Zhou Qing covered his face, and looked at Wang Yuanming with a look of panic and confusion.

Wang Yuanming pointed to the dimly lit studio, and said to Zhou Qing with horror and resentment: "Why the hell did you cut your hair? Did your hair grow on the umbrella!?"

Zhou Qing covered his face, didn't dare to look into the studio, stammered and asked fearfully, "Have you grown your hair again?"

Seeing Zhou Qing like this, Wang Yuanming couldn't help feeling angry. Now he felt that it was his family star who brought those dirty things in again.

Wang Yuanming punched and kicked Zhou Qing angrily. Zhou Qing was used to being beaten, so he quickly covered his head and counted slowly in his heart, hoping that the pain would pass quickly.

After Wang Yuanming kicked her on the ground and couldn't get up, he felt a bad breath coming out of his heart. He took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Wang Qing.

But at this moment, the hair in the room seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly grew violently, and it came out of the studio like a flood, and instantly entangled Wang Yuanming's feet.

Zhou Qing hugged his head in horror, so frightened that he couldn't even scream.

Wang Yuanming was also terribly frightened, and hurriedly supported the stairs to run down.

But how can his speed catch up with the speed of venting?

Wang Yuanming was tied up on the stairs by his hair, and the hair that spread upward from his feet was about to wrap around his whole body in an instant.Wang Yuanming yelled in horror, the hair was not affected at all, it had already crawled to Wang Yuanming's neck.

"You fucking come here to help! I'm going to be stalked to death!"

After Zhou Qing was startled by Wang Yuanming's roar, he woke up like a dream and was ready to stand up to help.But when she was about to stand up, she realized that her limbs were also wrapped in black hair and she couldn't move.

Wang Yuanming's breathing became more and more rapid, and the black hair gradually spread to his neck and face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Because of his thin breathing, his face gradually turned red and purple until he became stiff...

Wang Yuanming was entangled to death by his hair.

Zhou Qing sat on the ground in a daze, opened his mouth wide, and tears still hung from the corners of his eyes.

The eldest son, who had just returned from a trip, heard the noise, went upstairs and saw this scene, and was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

Wang Yuanming's whole body was wrapped in black hair, his entire face was purple, his eyes were red and protruding, and even his tongue stuck out of his mouth.

Wang Yuanming's eldest son rushed out of the house again, and hurried to the village committee to call someone.

The hair on Zhou Qing's hands and feet has all gone, but now she feels weak all over and can't get up at all.He could only lie limp on the ground, shaking his body and crying softly.

……

Bai Yaoyuan and his party went back to the bamboo building by themselves at noon, and then waited for Huzi to come to pick them up into the mountain.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, they all thought that the tiger was coming soon, but they didn't expect Wang Qing to come to the bamboo building again wearing a bamboo hat.

The five looked at each other, looked at Wang Qing, and waited for him to speak.

Wang Qing came back in a hurry, with some guilt in his brows and eyes, this time he didn't show off, and instead of talking to Jiang Yuan alone, he apologized to five people and said: "Masters, something happened again. ..."

Bai Yaoyuan looked at Wang Qing expressionlessly, he didn't move, and the rest of the people didn't respond.

Wang Qing himself knew that it was embarrassing, but this time the incident was really serious, so he could only continue to beg people shamelessly: "This time he is dead, please invite some masters to take a look."

As soon as he heard about the dead person, Liu Xian immediately became serious, picked up the guy who was eating and was about to leave, Qi Yan also followed with a frown.

Only Bai Yaoyuan, after taking a look at Wang Qing, asked quietly: "Which family in the village is it that collects hair? You haven't told us until now."

Wang Qing didn't expect Bai Yaoyuan to ask this question at this time, and Liu Xian, who was about to go out with him, also stopped in his tracks—meaning he wanted an answer.

After a moment of stiffness flashed across Wang Qing's face, he immediately said, "It's Wang Chuan and his family from the head of the village. He doesn't make umbrellas, but cuts hair."

"Wang Chuan?" Nanjun repeated the name, "Is it the person who was not allowed to take an umbrella in the square this morning?"

Wang Qing nodded.

Bai Yaoyuan and Han Nanjun looked at each other, and followed Wang Qing to the village.On the way, Wang Qing told five people about Wang Yuanming.

Liu Xian asked strangely: "Is there anything special about Wang Yuanming's family? Why was he entangled to death by his hair?"

"I also find it strange that Wang Yuanming is just an ordinary man in our village, and somehow he got into such a trouble..."

Everyone fell silent, and followed behind Wang Qing, and hurriedly arrived at the door of Wang Yuanming's third floor.

A lot of people surrounded Wang Yuanming's house. His two sons were talking with people outside. When they saw Wang Qing coming with five masters, they hurried up to meet them.

Wang Yuanming's two sons were talking to the five people about the situation inside. While listening, Nanjun was distracted and looked for Wang Chuan's figure in the crowd. Sure enough, he saw him.

After Wang Yuanming's two sons finished talking about what had happened, they begged Jiang Yuan in tears, "Master Jiang, you have been to our village many times. We believe in you. You must save our lives!"

Jiang Yuan comforted the two of them, while Liu Xian and Qi Yan were about to enter the door to check.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Wang Chuan in the crowd was holding a toothpick in his mouth, and said meanly: "Is it because these Taoist priests didn't clean up the things that this happened? Why do you still treat them as guests?"

Wang Chuan was like a professional provocateur, and every time he spoke, he aimed at the five of them.If the village chief Wang Qing is xenophobic, then Wang Chuan unabashedly dislikes and dislikes them.

After Bai Yaoyuan and Nanjun glanced at each other, they both looked at Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan laughed, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said: "Hey, the master stared at me, I won't go back at night and die, right?"

Wang Qing shouted in a deep voice, "Wang Chuan!"

Wang Chuan rolled his eyes, spat out the toothpick in his mouth, waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, when I farted, let's go."

After finishing speaking, Wang Chuan strolled towards the entrance of the village, as if he had gone back.

Wang Qing hurriedly apologized to Bai Yaoyuan and Nanjun, telling them not to worry.

Nanjun waved his hand, said lightly that he was fine, and then entered the room with Bai Yaoyuan.

In the room, Liu Xian and Qi Yan have already started working.

When Han Nanjun was about to step forward to help, Bai Yaoyuan tugged him. Nanjun followed his gaze and found a woman standing by the kitchen door.

Bai Yaoyuan walked over, and Nanjun followed.

"Are you Wang Yuanming's wife?" Bai Yaoyuan glanced at her swollen right cheek and asked.

Zhou Qing nodded cautiously, then shrank back into the kitchen, "Go, go and talk to my son."

Bai Yaoyuan looked calm, "You are an eyewitness to the whole process, so of course I have to ask you."

Zhou Qing trembled twice, glanced at the two tall and straight youths in front of him, and nodded hesitantly.

Han Nanjun's attitude was more relaxed than Bai Yaoyuan's. He asked softly, "What were you and Wang Yuanming doing before this hair came out from the second floor?"

Holding the hem of his clothes, Zhou Qing replied timidly, "I went to sell my hair. When I came back, Lao Wang saw it and said a few words about me."

"It's not just about you, is it?" Bai Yaoyuan asked coldly.

Han Nanjun turned his head to look at Bai Yaoyuan with some puzzlement—why are you so fierce?

Bai Yaoyuan curled his lips unnaturally - stop talking, don't be angry.

Bai Yaoyuan and Nanjun made eye contact for a moment, and Zhou Qing also whispered, "My man... has a bad temper."

Han Nanjun remembered how women in the village avoided them this morning, and asked, "Do women in Wangzhai Village not let women see people?"

Zhou Qing waved his hand immediately, "It's definitely not that people are not allowed to see people. It's such a time now, and we also watch TV. It's just that we don't want to go out so as not to cause trouble."

Han Nanjun was surprised, "What trouble can I cause when I go out?"

When Zhou Qing was hesitating whether to say something, Wang Qing's voice came from behind Bai Yaoyuan and Nanjun, and he took the lead and explained: "Our village specializes in making oiled paper umbrellas, and oiled paper has its own rules. There are big rules and regulations in it. exquisite."

Zhou Qing also nodded, and almost retreated into the kitchen.

Nanjun asked, "What's the point?"

Wang Qing continued to explain: "Women are absolutely not allowed in the room where the umbrella is made, and women must not pass by the place where the umbrella is dried. There are quite a few. The rules passed down by the ancestors, anyway, women participate in the umbrella. It will make the fortune of the family lower, and the good meaning on the umbrella will be gone."

Bai Yaoyuan couldn't hold it back, he scoffed and looked at Zhou Qing again, then went to Liu Xian's side to see the situation.

That's it?Okay meaning?

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