After leaving the lake area, Wang Fu walked home through the city. His father recovered and kept thinking: The man who borrowed money from him for medical treatment was a good man, and Wang Fu must thank him.
Wang Fu heard this and really thanked him in his heart, but he always thought about how to make money to repay his loan. That's not a small amount of money, and I don't have the skills to save money. He suddenly had an idea and had been looking for Master Huineng from Qinglong Temple to see if he could give him some advice. With this idea, he rushed over the mountains and ridges to Qinglong Temple. But Master Huineng went out to do some religious work. Hearing that he was going back today, Wangfu waited until dark before seeing his figure outside the temple. When he approached the door of the temple, Wangfu knelt down in front of him and said: Master Huineng, I've been waiting for you. One day, I finally waited for you.
Donor please get up. Please tell me if you have anything to say. Huineng put his palms together and recited Amitabha, and motioned to Wangfu to stand up and listen to him express his worries. Master Huineng approached him and told him a method. Wangfu said I would definitely do it.
The next day, Wangfu knelt on the street, his head slightly lowered, and his eyes looked at a piece of white paper spread under his knees, with a few lines of calligraphy written on it - the revelation of selling labor:
I borrowed a debt of 30,000 yuan to treat my father's illness. Now that my father has recovered from his illness, people are urging me to repay the debt. Since I am unable to repay, I am willing to sell my labor to a rich man or a wealthy businessman to make money to repay the debt. If I can get my wish, I should kowtow and thank you!
Some passers-by, without reading the content on the white paper, saw the young man kneeling on the street, felt sympathy, and quietly threw a coin in front of him. He heard the round guy jingle, raised his head and said, Thank you, and then said: I am not a beggar. The passers-by walked away without listening. Maybe passers-by heard it and said to themselves: If you don’t beg for money or food, why are you kneeling on the street?
There are also passers-by who carefully read the words on this piece of white paper, snorted lightly and walked away, saying in their hearts: I am not a rich person, let alone a wealthy businessman.
In fact, rich people or wealthy businessmen rarely stop to look at him. Most of them drive by in luxury cars and will not stop to inquire about a kneeling person who has nothing to do with them.
There were exceptions. On this day, a car suddenly stopped on the side of the street one meter away from Wangfu Kneeling Street. Then the car door opened and a man dressed in style stepped out.
Wangfu felt someone approaching and raised his head slightly. He looked familiar. Isn't it a man with a big belly? He could also clearly see that the protruding belly of the man with a big belly had shrunk. It was hard to tell unless you looked closely. It felt like a flat belly.
Wang Fu was embarrassed, lowered his head, and stared at the white paper, just waiting for him to speak before raising his head to strike up a conversation. But he glanced at the contents on the white paper and left without saying anything. When he turned around, Wangfu looked up at his back again until he got in the car, closed the door and drove away.
Wang Fu remembered what Master Huineng said, saying that a rich man would rescue him after reading the contents on the white paper. A man with a big belly is a rich man. Why did he not save himself after reading the contents on the white paper, but left without saying a word? What's up? Could it be that Master Huineng’s words cannot be trusted? While he was thinking about it, the shadow of the big-bellied man appeared in his mind again, and he wondered inexplicably: Why did the big-bellied man's belly shrink?
Before this thought could be resolved in his mind, he felt someone coming in front of him, and she was a very wealthy woman. The woman read the contents on the white paper and said to Wangfu: Come with me! Wang Fu stood up, picked up the white paper and folded it while asking: Where are we going?
Come to the hair salon with me to learn art.
Why are you teaching me art?
It was Mr. Lin who introduced me, saying that you were going to sell your labor to make money and treat your father's illness to repay the loan.
Who is Mr. Lin? I have to thank him.
It's the man with the big belly, but now his belly is gone.
The woman and Wangfu communicated with each other, and Wangfu was secretly surprised. It turned out that Mr. Lin was a man with a big belly! Why should he help himself? Wangfu still didn't understand. He and the woman walked to the middle of the street and saw the "Chunhua Hair Salon" sign on the left side of the street. The woman said that this was the place. A girl in a plaid shirt who was busy cutting people's hair in the hair salon looked up at the woman and said: Sister Chunhua, it's great to have a helper!
good! The woman agreed and let Wangfu enter the hair salon.
"Chunhua Hair Salon", this woman is called Chunhua, named after her. Wangfu found it interesting and secretly applauded it.
The hair salon is like an alley, very long. There is a row of hair mirrors hanging on the left wall. It is said to be one row, but in fact there are only three. In front of each mirror is a swivel hair chair, and the backrest can be flattened and then restored. When people who come for shampooing or haircuts need to lie down to receive care, it can be used for this special purpose.
There was also a girl with a banana hairstyle in the hair salon. She was also washing people's hair, with her back to Wang Fu. Wang Fu didn't look at her, only paying attention to waiting for the arrangement of Chun Hua, the female owner of the hair salon.
Chunhua pointed to the girl with banana hair and introduced her as Liu Sanmei, then pointed to the girl wearing a plaid shirt and said her name was Ma Yulan. Ma Yulan immediately turned her head to look at him.
He looked back, and this moment of "confrontation with the light" gave Wang Fu an impression of her: she had a round face and a pair of bright almond eyes. Wangfu didn't have time to feel it. At this moment, Chunhua looked at him with a smile and said: My surname is Li, and I am the eldest sister here. Wangfu immediately took over what Li Chunhua said: My name is Shi Wangfu, and I am here to learn skills. You are all masters. Then I surrendered my hands and came to pay my respects to you.
Xiao Shi, today is your first day in the hair salon. You are not scheduled to do anything, so you just need to get familiar with it and observe carefully. Indeed, Xiao Ma and Xiao Liu are both your masters. From tomorrow on, I will let them take turns teaching you.
Thank you Boss Li for your kind words. As soon as Wang Fu finished speaking, someone called Li Chunhua outside the hair salon. Li Chunhua went out with a smile on his face. Wangfu looked up and saw a black car parked on the street opposite the hair salon. Isn't the man in a suit and ties standing in front of the car the emaciated Mr. Lin?
Exactly, Li Chunhua sweetly shouted: Mr. Lin, I’m here. Wangfu quickly withdrew his gaze. He didn't want to look at Mr. Lin. Although he was full of gratitude to Mr. Lin in his heart, this kind of gratitude was blind. He didn't know why Mr. Lin wanted to help him since he was not related to him. Could it be that Mr. Lin wanted to help him? Is it really out of sympathy for myself? He was a little convinced and a little skeptical.
At this time, he heard a "bah" sound, and Li Chunhua got into Mr. Lin's car and drove away.
After half a month, Shi Wangfu gradually learned some facial features, and was no longer familiar with cutting, shaving, shaving, wiping, washing, ironing, dyeing and other processes. At first, he picked up a razor to shave people, and his hands were trembling slightly. The key is I was afraid that if I used too much strength, the sharp blade would break someone's skin, and if it bleeds, I would be in trouble.
Liu Sanmei saw that he was timid, so whenever he was hesitant and confused, Liu Sanmei would come over, take his razor and demonstrate it skillfully with "croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak". The razor shaved off, revealing a section of fair and smooth skin. Over time, Shi Wangfu also learned a lesson, and when he picked up a razor, he could do it as calmly and neatly as Liu Sanmei. Slowly, he became familiar with them and became very casual with them.
