Chapter 79 78

People in Peking will never give up their humor.An advertisement was posted in front of Mingkuai Barbershop: "One dime, haircut, shave, and hair wash!" Immediately opposite Erxiang Barbershop also posted: "10 cents, in addition to haircut, shave, shampoo, and respect Get your ears picked and your back beat!" Taoyuan Barbershop on the left posted: "Eight cents, I'll dress you up as Tyronn Power!" Xinglong Barbershop on the right quickly posted: "Seven cents take care of everything, and no Tyronn Bower's tip!" There is no food to eat, and people don't care about shaving their heads and faces.It's true, like the fat chrysanthemums, they still have their hair permed and their nails done as usual, but they all go to the beauty salon where the price is not reduced.As for a group of people, they have to try to fill their stomachs first, and the trimming of hair and beard must be given second priority.Therefore, no matter how competitive the small barber shop is to reduce prices, how humorous it is, there is still no business.

In the old days, Sun Qi had to work for seven or eight hours from morning to night to finish the work he was supposed to do.Now, he only needs to work for an hour or two to finish his day.There are a large number of layoffs in the shops, so he doesn't have to be busy.Moreover, because small barbershops cut prices crazily, some shopkeepers simply quit him and went to take care of places that cost less and have more styles.He, Sun Qi, had to find another way! He is a man of face.Although his skills are not high, but he is used to working as a subcontractor for shopkeepers, and he always thinks that he should have a high status, like some kind of technical expert.Therefore, he couldn't go to the street to squeeze together with the group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old children who had just graduated from school, to serve the rickshaw drivers and peddlers.He also refused to pick up a hair-shaving picker, and rang his head along the street to do business.On weekdays, he dresses up quite beautifully: a short blue cloth shirt, washed clean and stiff, with the bottom placket just below the knees, looking regular and neat.The small gown inside is very white, and the sleeves are very long so that the white cuffs can be pulled out to increase his beauty and cleanliness.He didn't hold the clanking head caller, but only held a snow-white cloth bag with his dick in it.In this way, every morning, he picked up his white cloth bag and flicked his long white cuffs and went to work in the shop. He felt like an artist going to an exhibition.He is decent, well-mannered, and proud.He must not want to go down the street to solicit business, it would hurt his dignity.

Now, he must go down the street!His eyes were already a little short-sighted, but now they were even more blurred because there were tears in them.He loves to babble.He doesn't know anything very well, so he dares to talk nonsense confidently; nonsense makes him from ignorant to omniscient.Now, he shut his mouth.He had to parade the streets like Cheng Changshun, getting covered in dust like a mud ghost.He was sad, so he refused to talk nonsense.Every morning, he still went to several shops that he had been in business for many years.After finishing this work, it was not yet noon.What is he going to do in the second half of the day?Sitting at home, no money will fall for him from the roof!No way, he went to buy a call head.With a white cloth bag under his arm, he started to do odd jobs along the street.Hearing the clanking of his head, his heart felt sour.After 20 or 30 years of messing around, you will end up in this world!His dignity and status were suddenly lost.A few days ago, he dared to refuse to shave Guan Xiaohe, but now, whoever nods to him is the God of Wealth!

He dared not ring his head near the door of his house, he had to go far away, to a place where no one knew him.He has to lose face in unfamiliar places and still maintain his dignity near the door.After a day, no matter whether he has business or not, he will hide his head at a place far away from his home, dust off his shoes and body, and walk back home. In the memory of the people of Peiping, some barbers (called barbers in their old age) had a not so honorable history.Sun Qi still remembered this, so he always had to show dignity and seriousness, as if to win over his colleagues.He is most afraid of seeing teenage shaved hair, putting special short picks together, scolding each other, joking, or picking each other.Now, since he had to go parading, he couldn't avoid meeting such children.No matter how bad their craftsmanship is or how young they are, they are his colleagues after all, and they all worship the same ancestor.His eyesight was weak, so he couldn't see them from a distance and avoid them by detour early.When he got close to them, saw their ugliness, and heard their swear words, he couldn't help but get angry.In spite of his anger, he could not interfere with them; they were not his apprentices, and he had no right to rule over them.In the past, he could use his senior qualifications to say a few words about them; now, he and them are all begging in the street, no one is higher and no one is lower.He wants to reprimand them, just for the sake of boredom!Sometimes, some of the children who knew him would ask him loudly, "Master Sun, are you going down the street too?" Teach him to bang, and even the roots of his hair turned red.

In order to avoid this embarrassment, he began to choose small alleys to walk.But the smaller the alley, the poorer the people, and he couldn't find business.He beat his head hard, partly to recruit business, partly to cover up his curses at himself, his colleagues, and the Japanese. It was extremely hot, the houses in the small alleys were close together, and there were no trees, like ovens.But Sun Qi had to walk around in these ovens.The wall, scorched by the sun, was burning with anger, scorching his face and body.After walking through several such alleys, he could smell the smell of sweat on his body.His socks, like two pieces of wet mud, stuck to the soles of his feet.It was hot everywhere, and he couldn't find a place to sit.He only had republican noodles and cold water in his stomach, his body was covered with smelly sweat and dust, and his heart was full of worry, resentment, and shame.In this way, while walking, he forgot to tap the head caller in his hand, forgot the direction, and only moved forward slowly mechanically.Suddenly a barking of a dog or other sounds woke him up, and he hurriedly rang the head caller in his hand again, clanging to add to his irritability.

Hunger, heat, fatigue, and worry all gathered together in one place, which first broke his stomach, and he often had diarrhea.As he was walking, his stomach hurt, so he sat down hastily and rubbed his stomach with his hands.His face turned green immediately, and he was sweating all over his body.His belly seemed to be twisted into a rope, and Venus flew before his eyes.He opened his mouth to breathe; there was a pain, and his body was about to split in two.There was a soft ringing in his ears, as if two mosquitoes were flying around him.Following the sound, his heart also spun; the more it spun faster, he gradually lost consciousness.The sound went away, and his eyes were completely dark; he felt relieved suddenly, and his body seemed to be floating in the air.After wandering like this for a long time, the sound came back again, and he felt pain in his stomach again; it turned out that he had passed out for a while.Open your eyes, he may still be sitting on the ground, maybe lying down.He was stunned, he didn't bother to move his mind and body.His stomach still hurt, and he had to stand up.Humming, he stood up with great effort.His hands, although it was so hot, turned pale.He leaned on the scorching wall and went to find the hut.

After so many comas, he knew death.Helpless, he told himself: "It's not too sad to die! That little noise must be the soul going out! No, it's not too sad! Why not just die like that?" He has no money to see a doctor, and he is unwilling to buy some ready-made medicines. He only drinks a sip of wine when the pain is too severe.The wine, spicy, went into the abdomen, temporarily anesthetizing the interior, making him comfortable for a while.However, after this stimulation, his stomach becomes weaker and he is more prone to illness. After going back and forth, Sun Qi was already unbearably ill.His short-sighted eyes sunk so deeply that only some black skin covered with bones remained on his face.While working, his hands often trembled, as if he could no longer hold the razor.He also wanted to keep his spirits up and talk and laugh, lest the customers suspect that he might be in danger of scratching his ears because of trembling hands.However, he couldn't tell a joke.He has to be on guard all the time—when his stomach hurts, he quickly retracts the knife, lest it falls on someone's face or body.He refused to stop until the pain was terribly painful; he gritted his teeth, sweated profusely on his head, prayed in his heart, and managed to finish the work.Exhausted from such a job, he hurried away in order to find a secluded place to sit or lie down.He doesn't care about joking with people, although joking is a necessary means to maintain business relationships.He should rest.However, no one paid for rest.He must go to the alley.He walked very slowly, almost not like walking, but like an old dog dying, looking for a place out of the way, so that he can die quietly.In this way, even if someone wants to stop him, he will stop calling after one look at him.He is no longer a decent and clean barber, but a wandering spirit!

In his heart, he knew that he might die soon.However, as soon as his stomach felt better, he would deceive himself optimistically: "It's not a serious illness, as long as I can rest and eat good food, I'll be fine!" But where are the good things? As the "July 7th" anniversary was approaching, he passed out again on the street. When he woke up, somehow, he was lying on a big truck.He felt strange, but he didn't have the energy to ask what was going on.Closing his eyes again, he curled up without making a sound.When the car moved, his body moved accordingly, as if he was no longer a living person, but a piece of wood.

How long have you been away?He doesn't know.All he felt was that the car had stopped shaking; then someone dragged him from the car.His eyes were still half closed, his stomach was better, but he was very tired.In a daze, he entered a rather large room.There was nothing in the room except for a few people lying horizontally and vertically.He found a corner and sat down.He couldn't bring himself to look at anything, but he felt a strong smell of carbolic acid water.The smell made him sick, he choked dryly a few times, but couldn't spit it out, only choked up a few tears, fascinated his myopic eyes.

After a long time, he heard someone calling him with a strange voice.He winked and looked hard.That person said again: "I, Guan Xiaohe!" As soon as he heard the word "Guan Xiaohe", Sun Qi immediately became frightened. He didn't know why he was dragged here and what it was, and he didn't expect any danger here.However, as soon as he heard "Guan Xiaohe", he immediately thought of danger and disaster, because Guan Xiaohe is, in his opinion, the culprit of all evil things; as long as there is Guan Xiaohe, there will be no good things.He quickly thought: he was framed by Guan Xiaohe, just like Mr. Qian Moyin, Xiaowen and his wife were framed by Guan Xiaohe for no reason.He looked hard, and it turned out that Guan Xiaohe was sitting not far from him.

Xiaohe's upper body was wearing a white coat. Although the color was not very white, the buttons were still neatly fastened.On his lower body, he was wearing a pair of old blue cloth trousers, the knees were torn, and he used his hands to cover them up from time to time.His face is dark and thin, and his handsome eyes are very big.He still loves to laugh, but because the bones are too obvious, his smile is not very charming.His teeth are still very white, but unfortunately there are some sparse and rather long beards on his lips and cheeks, which diminishes the beauty of his white teeth.There are many folds on his forehead, and some small white skins in the folds seem to be scorched by the sun; he often picks them with his hands, and then wipes his forehead with his sleeve. Ever since he had a meal in the blue mansion, he has been eating and drinking everywhere with his bare hands, turning into a liar and beggar.He suffered all kinds of indifference, humiliation, and hunger and thirst, but he was not discouraged; he always remembered recruiting brothers in his heart.Zhaodi, in his heart, seemed to be the Holy Mother, even if she couldn't come to feed and drink him right away, she would always bless him secretly. Sun Qi looked at it again and again, and saw Xiaohe clearly.But he was even more confused: what is Xiaohe doing here?From the looks of it, Xiaohe was probably dragged here too; why?He thought: If Xiaohe was dragged here like himself, Xiaohe would not have framed him; however, Xiaohe is always Xiaohe, and no good things will happen where there is Xiaohe.He didn't ask angrily: "What are you doing here? Are you hurting someone again?" Xiao He wanted to smile, but suddenly gritted her teeth.His face suddenly shrunk a lot, and his eyebrows and eyes were twisted together.He curled his legs up and put his arms around his belly.He is no longer handsome, but like a flat-faced little ghost trampled under the feet of the Heavenly King in the East Prison Temple.Sun Qi had never seen such an unseemly Guan Xiaohe.After a while, Xiaohe stretched her legs, the wrinkles on her face gradually loosened, and let out a long breath: "Pfft—stomach hurts!" Sun Qi broke out in a cold sweat.Stomach pain is no sin, he knows.However, Xiaohe also had a stomachache and was dragged here, so something must have gone wrong!In a hurry, he cursed: "Damn it, my Sun Qi has to die with this kid, so I'm unlucky!" Xiaohe rubbed her stomach, ignored Sun Qi's cursing, and repented: "It's not a day, every now and then, when I twist my stomach, I want to call my mother! The problem is that I'm too greedy and greasy! My God, I have to get some Siliangqing sauce meat, some half smoked chicken, and some wine! Good things can't be reconciled with Republican noodles, so..." He clenched his teeth again, his stomach seemed to be He was punishing him for lying!After a while of pain, he continued to say: "Since I moved out of Xiaoyangpen, many friends have introduced me to work, but I am not happy to go. Brother Zhao, do you know her status? Since she has good things, Why should my old man be troubled? So, I invite a few friends every day, and sometimes I have Japanese friends, sit in wild teahouses, go fishing, and try to have a leisurely time! Japanese friends have repeatedly said to me: crown Sir—they always call me sir—you must come out and help us! I smiled and said to them: I am old, teach my daughter to serve, I must rest!" Sun Qi knew that Xiaohe was lying, and knew that it was best to ignore him, but he couldn't hold back his anger: "Damn it, you're so hungry, you still keep talking, what the hell are you!" "It's better not to use dirty words, Sun Qi!" "I need some more strength, I'll break off your head!" "Ugh, you have a stomachache too? Don't worry, this is a hospital. After a while, the Japanese doctor will come and give us some medicine—the Japanese medicine is good, all right!—we can go out!" Sun Qi had never been in a hospital, so he didn't know if the hospital should look like this. "I don't take Japanese medicine! Damn it, I ruined my stomach with Kyowa noodles, and then gave me some medicine; slap me and rub it three times, I'm so fucking bad!" "If you keep talking like that, I'll ignore you!" Xiaohe said with a sigh of relief. Three o'clock in the afternoon is the hottest time of the day.The poisonous sun in the courtyard scorched the ground.The trees rolled up their leaves.It was hot everywhere, and there was no cool breeze.Even the sparrows that were busy hatching their nests did not dare to move, and squatted under the leaves with their mouths open.The house is quite shady, but people still feel hot and thirsty.Sun Qi didn't want to listen to Xiaohe's nonsense anymore, so he leaned his head against the corner of the wall and fell asleep. A Japanese man who looked like a soldier and a nurse came to the door.Xiaohe stood up quickly as if seeing a relative, and put all the smiles she could on her thin face.When the Japanese saw his smiling face clearly, he bowed deeply and sucked in his breath.After bowing, he quickly woke up Sun Qi: "Don't sleep, the medical officer is here." The Japanese asked Xiaohe: "Your?" Xiaohe put his feet together, straightened his waist, and drew a circle on his face with smile lines, and replied respectfully: "Stomach hurts!" I am afraid that the Japanese don't understand, so he added: "Tummy trouble, diarrhea, gastrointestinal problems, digestive problems." bad!" The Japanese asked the people in the room one by one, and everyone replied: "I have a bad stomach." "It needs to be disinfected!" the Japanese said, and hurried away. Everyone doesn't understand what disinfection means.Xiaohe feels that the responsibility lies, so I have to explain to everyone: "Probably teach us to take a bath and change clothes. This is a necessary procedure. The Japanese pay attention to hygiene and cleanliness, I know!" A few minutes later, the Japanese came back again, opened the door, and said, "Open the way!" Xiaohe went out first, and told everyone like an interpreter: "Teach us to go!" Lian Xiaohe and Sun Qi are seven patients in total.Everyone came out slowly.As soon as they went out of the house, two pieces of red-hot iron were stuck to everyone's faces in the hot weather.Sun Qi held onto the door frame, feeling dizzy. "Hurry up, Sun Qi!" Xiao He urged him, then smiled at the Japanese. Walking out of the gate, a large truck was waiting for them outside the gate.The driver was already seated in the car, and a Japanese soldier with a gun was sitting next to him. "Get in the car!" the Japanese shouted. "Probably, this is to send us to a formal hospital." Xiaohe speculated as she climbed into the car. There are no seats in the car, no shed.There were some blood streaks on the car board, which were scorched by the sun and smelled fishy.Xiaohe knew this car, it was specially designed to drag dead bodies out of the city.Probably his wife, director Guan, was dragged out by this car and thrown in the wild.However, it is inconvenient for him to have excessive doubts. He does not have the slightest confidence and pride in his own country and nation; if he doubts the Japanese any more, he will have no place to stand at all. There was no place on the car that wasn't hot, and everyone didn't have the courage to sit down, so they had to squat down.The car was driving, and there was a little wind, and it was also hot.The sun seemed to be no longer in the sky, but right beside them.The car was fast, as if it was about to rush out of the flames.Everywhere is bright, not even the shadow of the wall is much black.There were some trembling lights on the walls, roof tiles, and especially the wires.The car was speeding, and the strong colors formed a rainbow, and the people in the car closed their eyes. Suddenly it was dark, and the sound of the car was like thunder. Everyone hurriedly opened their eyes, and it turned out that they had arrived at the city gate. Xiaohe was afraid of going out of the city, and had a premonition of danger.However, it was inconvenient for him to speak out, for fear that he might offend the Japanese.He thought of Da Chibao; but the killing of Da Chibao didn't teach him to hate the Japanese; didn't he, he thought, the Japanese would give her an official job, and of course they would kill her, of course! Everyone in the car panicked and asked together: "What's going on?" After leaving the city gate, the poisonous hot sun shone on everyone's heads again.They stopped talking and closed their eyes again. The car rushed through the customs compartment, the dust was rolled up so high by the wheels, and the hot dust fell on their faces. "Sun Qi! Sun Qi!" Xiaohe panicked when she saw a large field of sweet potatoes: "This, this is..." "Don't worry, the Japanese will never harm you!" Sun Qi said angrily. "Right! Right!" Xiaohe nodded. "I never offended the Japanese!" The car was parked outside a piece of Yulin.Almost all the elm leaves have been eaten up by insects, and they are very ugly with bald eyebrows and rotten eyes.On the branches, many insect nets were wrapped, and black insect excrement hung on the nets.Outside the forest, there are sweet potato fields on all sides. The gray-green leaves are rolled up, revealing gray-red seedlings, like some big immobile insects.There was no one around, not a sound.A gust of hot wind rolled over, only rolled up some dry loess, and blown off a few elm leaves bitten by insects.Two black crows landed on the grave not far away, flew up and landed again. The soldiers in front jumped out of the car and put on their bayonets.The long and narrow bayonet shone brightly like a strip of ice, chilling everyone's hearts.The driver also got out of the car, holding two military shovels in his hand.The soldiers told everyone to get out of the car. Xiaohe rolled down from the car, didn't bother to straighten her clothes, and rushed to the Japanese soldiers, kneeling on the ground: "Master! Master! I belong to you, and my wife and daughter work for you! I have not committed a crime, sir! sir!" Sun Qi was a timid person, but since he fainted several times in the street, he is no longer so afraid of death.Now, he couldn't think of any crimes against him, and he couldn't care less about how he should deal with himself.He didn't seem to think about it at all, and rushed towards Xiao He, kicking and hitting Xiao He's body with all his hands and feet. "You! You! I know that it will be bad to meet you; you, a lackey without bones and blood!" At this time, the Japanese soldier was about to stab Sun Qi with a bayonet, but the last one to get out of the car, a rather decent man in a long gown, jumped out of the car, turned around and ran away.The Japanese soldiers drove him away, stabbing him in the back with a bayonet. With guns in hand, the Japanese soldiers ran back.Sun Qi was still kicking and beating Guan Xiaohe.The bayonet was very close to Sun Qi, he narrowed his short-sighted eyes into two slits, and then opened them very wide; immediately after, he roared angrily: "What are you doing?" With a roar, the Japanese soldier stood still inexplicably, as if he had forgotten what he was going to do. After being stunned for a while, the Japanese soldiers did not stab Sun Qi with bayonets, but taught everyone to line up.Xiaohe was still kneeling on the ground, and the soldiers picked him up to be the leader.Sun Qi was confused and ranked second. It was getting brighter.The sun shines on these people, and the bare elm trees, grave mounds, and sweet potato fields also shine on death.A pair of crows on the grave flew up again, wailed twice, and landed again.The Japanese soldiers held guns and led everyone to go behind the tree. Behind the tree there is a long dug hole, and there are some purple-red earthworms that have been sunburned to death on the soil. "Sterilized!" The Japanese soldier shot Guan Xiaohe into the first pit.Xiaohe yelled sharply, "Forgive me!" The driver handed the shovel to Sun Qi and the third person, gesturing with his hands, and taught them to fill in the soil.Sun Qi forgot everything, only knew that in the pit was the traitorous Guan Xiaohe.He took out all the strength in his body and filled the hole with earth.Xiaohe is still shouting: "Please forgive me!" The soil in the pit became thicker and thicker, and Xiaohe's voice became smaller and smaller.The soil buried his chest, he turned his eyes to look at the Japanese soldiers, and wanted to shout for mercy again, but a shovel blocked his mouth, and the crow flew over, spun around the woods, and flew away again.The second pit belonged to Sun Qi, he jumped into it without making a sound. This is called sanitization. The whole city is being disinfected.The Republican noodles spoiled the stomachs of the people of Peiping, and the Japanese suspected it was an infectious disease, fearing that it would infect the Japanese residents.Several large trucks patrol the streets day and night, and when they see fainted or upset stomachs, they are dragged away for disinfection.Eliminate one and save a grain. That's it, Guan Xiaohe, Shunmin of our Tianzihao, and our good neighbors, friends, and hairdressers were all sterilized.