Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

"Old man, how do I see Jia Dongxu sneaking behind?"

Get the certificate with my old man today.

I also have to take a good stroll in Forty-Nine City.

Later, I will have to find a place to shave the old man's head.

Take care of it.

Itinerary is full.

Qin Huairu was in high spirits, jumping up and down like a little squirrel along the way.

just.

It wasn't long before I walked out of the alley.

Qin Huairu turned her head abruptly, and found Jia Dongxu's sneaky figure behind her.

Good mood suddenly cut in half.

"Follow it, follow it, in broad daylight, what can he do with his guts?"

Song Qingshan had already noticed Jia Dongxu behind him.

but.

Today is a day of great joy.

Song Qingshan didn't want to cause trouble, so he beat people.

"Old man, let's go quickly."

Qin Huairu remembered what his old man said that Jia Dongxu might have contracted a heart disease by now.

More than 100 meters apart.

She felt uncomfortable all over.

He quickly helped his old man to speed up his pace.

Fortunately, Jia Dongxu just followed behind and did not do anything out of the ordinary.

About 10 minutes passed.

Qin Huairu helped Song Qingshan into a fork in the road.

Seeing that Jia Dongxu didn't keep up.

Only then did Qin Huairu heave a sigh of relief, and her mood improved immediately.

"Old man, there is a shaving stand in front, let's stay here."

Did not go back once.

Qin Huairu saw an old man setting up a stall to shave his head by the side of the road, so he spoke to his old man.

Song Qingshan glanced at it.

It was an old barber who had just put down the pole on his shoulders, with a stove washbasin at one end and a chair at the other end.

Shave wherever you go.

Relying on handicrafts to eat and support the family.

There are not a few stall craftsmen like this in Sijiucheng.

"alright."

In this age.

Song Qingshan didn't pay much attention and nodded.

"Master, how much does it cost to shave your head and face?" Qin Huairu stepped forward and looked at the veteran craftsman and asked.

"Girl, five cents." The old barber, probably in his early 60s, saw a young girl and an old man.

It should be the grandparents.

He stretched out five fingers and answered with a loud voice.

Qin Huairu heard the words.

I immediately felt that the price was a bit expensive.

In their country.

For two cents you can shave your head and face.

But this is in town.

Taking care of her old man again, Qin Huairu didn't feel distressed for five cents.

"Girl, don't think the price is expensive, sir, I have been working for most of my life, and I support my family with this skill."

“Absolutely great value for money.”

Seeing Qin Huairu's expression, the veteran craftsman thought it was expensive.

He quickly explained.

"Okay then, let my old man take care of it."

Qin Huairu nodded.

"Got it."

"Brother, it's warm today, sit down and lie down for a while."

The business is closed.

The old barber cheerfully greeted Song Qingshan to lie down on the homemade bamboo chair.

Then turn on the stove and add medium to boil water.

Song Qingshan lay on the bamboo chair with a happy expression, while Qin Huairu stood aside and took off the hat on his old man's head.

Hold it in your hand.

The old barber fixes the stove.

When he came to Song Qingshan's side, he suddenly saw Song Qingshan's black hair.

I was shocked.

This is at most 60 years old.

Calling someone else's elder brother by himself is calling him old.

No wonder he had to say anything.

"Brother, do you want to shave your bald...?" Although the address was wrong, it would not be appropriate to change the name again, and the barber could only make a mistake.

Bald dipper.

That is to say, bald, old Sijiucheng.

Most old men like to shave their bald scoops.

Mainly easy to take care of.

"No, shave my old man's head." Song Qingshan didn't say anything yet.

Qin Huairu said immediately.

If my old man shaves a bald head, wouldn't he lose a little bit of majesty?

"okay."

The old barber yelled.

Then grab the scissors and get to work.

"Brother, your granddaughter is quite filial, and even took you out to shave your head in the cold weather."

The old barber said while working.

"Master, this is my man, and I am his wife. We are a couple, not grandparents."

Qin Huairu pursed her lips and explained.

This startled the old barber so much that he stopped working.

"Girl, are you making fun of me?"

"Be careful, your grandfather will beat you later."

The old barber looked up at Qin Huairu, such a young and beautiful girl.

In his early 20s at most.

It is definitely the granddaughter of the old man, but she is neither big nor small, and she speaks freely.

Say something stupid.

"Husband, he doesn't believe that we are a couple." Qin Huairu took Song Qingshan's hand, and called her husband tenderly.

There was a bit of coquettishness in his tone.

Get your license today.

Qin Huairu is in a good mood, if it were normal, she wouldn't dare to be so bold.

In fact, there is no need for Song Qingshan to explain.

The old barber was shocked by Qin Huairu's husband as if struck by lightning.

Eyes dumbfounded.

The mood can not be calm for a long time.

"If you don't believe me, the old man can't help it. Let him have a look when he gets the certificate back."

Song Qingshan was also in a good mood.

Just follow Qin Huairu's words and reply.

"Brother, you are so lucky to be able to find a lovely wife at such an advanced age."

"I'm really envious of others."

half an hour.

The old barber came back to his senses and sighed with an embarrassed smile.

"Shave your head quickly."

Song Qingshan urged.

"okay."

The old barber hurriedly started working after responding.

About half an hour passed.

Finally take care of it.

Shaving the head is relatively simple, mainly because it takes a lot of effort to shave the face, and Song Qingshan hasn't done it for a long time.

Unshaven.

It looks sloppy.

After all the repairs were completed, Qin Huairu looked at his old man.

I almost don't know each other.

Almost 20 years younger.

Clean, energetic, and dignified.

No worse than a young lad.

Qin Huairu liked it very much.

He happily took out five cents and handed it to the barber.