Men and women eating in the courtyard

Li Shun and Liu Yin later agreed when they saw that their eldest brother was really insistent and that their eldest sister-in-law was determined about her job.

I was very moved when I saw my in-laws wearing patchwork clothes and rag shoes and coming to apologize in person, and I recognized this in-laws from the bottom of my heart.

Li Shun is also an honest person. He told his in-laws that Avon was your daughter when she was in your family. If she made a mistake, you should educate her. Now that she has married into the Li family, it is her fault that she does not live with the Li family. She will do well in the future. Taking care of children.

The elders of both families scolded the elder sister-in-law and elder brother for their ignorance.

Every month from now on, Li Shun would ask his eldest brother to deliver food. Seeing that it was from his in-laws, his eldest sister-in-law's father accepted the food this time.

But the Zhao family's in-laws always think about the good ones in the city, and the two honest families have a very harmonious relationship.

Li Xuewu rode a leisurely ride to the Laodaokou'er Barber Shop. Before he even entered the room, he saw more than a dozen people lined up. It was already 12 o'clock to get his hair cut.

He turned around and left the barber shop, got on his bike and rushed to the hair-shaving stall on the side of the road.

This business of shaving the head and face has been around since ancient times, and reached its peak in the Qing Dynasty, when all kinds of comfortable methods were developed.

There is a 60- or 70-year-old old man on the street here. He can no longer work in a barber shop, so he can only shave his head and face in the street at his old stall.

The street saw that he was getting older and it was better to earn his own living expenses than to have the public support him, so they ignored him and wanted to put him aside and he would have been dealt with long ago.

Li Xuewu was forced to have no choice. When he came to the stall, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties sitting on a stool, shaving his face.

The old shaver saw Li Xuewu coming and asked, "Comrade, do you want a haircut?"

Li Xuewu nodded and said: "The people in the barber shop are almost queuing onto the road."

Before the shaver could speak, the middle-aged man said, "Hey! This young man has discernment, do you see it?"

He pointed to himself and said: "The first time I came to meet my parents-in-law, it was Master Zeng who helped me shave my head. Master Zeng is the master chef in our area."

Li Xuewu had lived half his life, and the one he dared not look down upon was the old man. He said politely: "Thank you for your hard work."

The old shaver was extremely polite. He was talking to Li Xuewu while holding the knife in his hand. He lifted up the hot towel and continued to scrape it across the man's face. After shaving, he covered the man's face with the hot towel and lifted another knife. Continue to scrape on one side.

"Young man, wait a moment, Mr. Ding will be here soon."

The middle-aged man's mouth was covered with a hot towel, but he still said in a broken voice: "Hey, there is no one here anymore, we are all gay. You, you can never change. When you were a child, you went to my house to shave. Now I start from home." Come out and shave here, this is a change."

When Li Xuewu heard this, he still had a story about the two people. Thinking about it, these two people were old enough to be from the Republic of China or even the Qing Dynasty.

Master Zeng smiled sheepishly and said, "Don't mind it, young man. I'm getting older and it's hard to control my mouth."

Li Xuewu smiled and said: "You are polite, it is just a title, there is nothing to care about."

While talking, the middle-aged man named Ding finished shaving. Master Zeng wiped his face with a towel and helped him stand up.

"I feel so energetic this morning that I won't go to sleep. Next time I'll catch up and come over in the afternoon."

Seeing the middle-aged man surnamed Ding standing up while speaking, Li Xuewu saw clearly what Master Ding looked like.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, with a square face, mustache, and sharp eyes. He stands there with his hands hanging naturally, but seems to have the tendency to move at any time, giving him a certain momentum.

Li Xuewu felt the pressure of the man in front of him and naturally became nervous. He frowned and placed his hand unnaturally near the holster on his waist.

This Li Xuewu came down from the battlefield, and the evil aura in his body was particularly strong, and it had not been eliminated even after returning home after returning from another job.

This evil spirit was felt by Master Ding, and even Master Zeng stood silently, not daring to speak out.

Master Ding was older and could control his aura easily. He made a Han salute with his fists and said, "My little brother is strong and very brave. He is no ordinary person."

Li Xuewu didn't know how to return the gift, so he stretched out his right hand awkwardly and said: "I'm really sorry, I just came back, I'm rude."

Seeing Li Xuewu reaching out, Master Ding was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and stretched out his right hand to shake Li Xuewu's hand, and said: "You are a good material for martial arts training. What is your surname? If you have time, you can come to No. 23 Courtyard in this alley." , let’s communicate”

At this time, Master Zeng introduced with a smile: "Master Ding comes from a martial arts family, and Old Master Ding opened a martial arts school in the city."

Li Xuewu said politely: "My surname is Li, and I live in No. 95 in the alley over there. I am lucky enough to meet a master of Chinese martial arts today."

Master Ding waved his hand and said: "I've been an old man for many years. I won't mention it anymore. I have something to do at home. I'll go back first. Comrade Li will go and sit down when he has time. I'll see you later, Master Zeng."

Li Xuewu and Master Zeng sent Master Ding away. Master Zeng helped Li Xuewu sit on a chair, wrapped a piece of cloth around him, and without asking what hairstyle he wanted, he touched the skull and began to cut his hair with scissors.

The craftsmen in the early days were like this. They didn't ask what style they wanted, and customers were accustomed to it. Because no matter how knowledgeable you are, you are still not as good as someone who does this every day, so you rarely go to the barber to ask what you want. What kind of hairstyle is that? It’s the same thing as you can’t go to a tofu shop and say I want a “Pikachu” shaped tofu.

"Don't look at the ordinary clothes Master Ding wears now and his polite words. In the early years, he was a leader in the four-nine cities. He was always surrounded by people when he went out. There were more than a dozen servants from Zhili waiting on him at home. There are four or five of them in the courtyard alone. Back then, his father was very successful in Daoer, and his disciples and grandchildren all worked as bodyguards for foreigners, and they showed countless filial piety every year."

When Li Xuewu heard this, he knew that it happened in that chaotic era. It was normal for a young dandy to show off his age with bright clothes and angry horses.

Master Zeng finished cutting the left side and the right side, and said: "Then things changed. His father was so frightened that he fell ill. Master Ding was the only son in the family, but he was also a ruthless man. He spent all his money, kicked out the maids and servants, and became a man." Sellers will give away what they need and donate what they need. The yard now used in your street was donated by the Ding family, as was the place where the police station was located. Now there is a five-meter-long courtyard left. That was taken advantage of by his father during the civil strife. I bought it from a powerful person for hundreds of yellow croakers.”

Li Xuewu knew that there was a "Crown of the East City" nearby, but he didn't expect that it was now in the hands of Master Ding.

"Wasn't this house divided earlier? Why is it still all in his hands?"

After Master Zeng finished cutting his hair, he used a razor to scrape the hair on both sides and the hair on his neck. He kept his hands on it and replied: "We donated a lot back then, so we can't kill them all. Back then, my wife and children all went abroad with his father for medical treatment." , and never came back, he was all alone like a wild ghost, and now he is such an old man, what can anyone do to him?"