Song Yuehua received another letter from Damao.
This time there was no talk of the scenery of Luozhou, nor any idle chat. The first sentence was: I am afraid I will not live long!
Song Yuehua, "..."
I continued reading and found out what was going on.
The master and servant lived in Linghua Temple for a long time. Because they paid enough incense money, even though Yan Fengjian was a foreigner, he could practice martial arts with the monks in the temple.
Although they sometimes argue with each other on weekdays, as long as they don't go too far, the master in the temple is compassionate and won't argue with them.
But recently, Yan Fengjian injured the youngest junior fellow apprentice.
Even the most compassionate master couldn't stand his crazy temper.
Yan Feng saw that in order to stay, he was willing to cut his hair and become a monk. He thought that as long as he could change from a outsider to a disciple, and as long as he didn't commit any serious mistakes, the temple would have no reason to expel him.
Song Yuehua, "..."
When he woke up, the Third Master's hair was gone. Damao felt dizzy and thought his death was near, so he wrote a letter to Song Yuehua.
"What's the use of writing to me? I don't have any hair growth products..." Song Yuehua said to herself as she looked at the letter.
After hearing this, Xiaoyu and Xiaoyu asked her what happened.
Song Yuehua told them that Yan Fengjian became a monk.
Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, "..."
"Sister Song, what can we do about this kind of thing?" Xiaoyu said helplessly.
Xiaoyu also nodded and said, "Hair doesn't grow in a short time."
Song Yuehua held up her face and thought for a long time. Regardless of whether she could become a monk or not, the matter of her hair could not be concealed. It was only a matter of time before it was discovered.
This kind of thing seemed to be quite serious in ancient times. If the Yan family found out, they would probably sell Da Maofa or beat him to death.
At this time, I can only tell her that Damao is probably really desperate.
Since Damao went to Luozhou, he has been writing to him from time to time, often asking people to bring some small things to Dabao and Xiaobao, and looking for various medicines for her. This kid is a good person and he is her only normal connection in the bureaucracy. Song Yuehua really wants to help him.
Song Yuehua touched her hair. Her hair was quite thick. If she cut it and made it into a wig, it should be able to hide the truth.
It would definitely not be okay to cut it all off. Here, people believe that one's hair and body are given by one's parents, so it's best not to let others see it. She also doesn't want to attract gossip.
There is no time to lose, just get started.
Song Yuehua called Xiaoyu and asked her to cut it layer by layer, cutting one layer and leaving one layer. She had to separate them so finely that they could no longer be seen.
"Sister, why don't you cut mine?" Xiaoyu's hands were shaking as she held the scissors.
She had never had her hair trimmed since she was a child. Her elder sister asked her to cut her hair close to her scalp, but she really didn't dare to do it.
Song Yuehua sighed and took the scissors from her hand. Xie Wenwu came back just in time, so she called him over.
"Do you dare to cut it?" Song Yuehua asked.
When Xie Wenwu heard that he was asked to cut the master's hair, he immediately agreed, but still asked, "Master, why do you want to cut my hair?"
Song Yuehua told Xie Wenwu about what happened between Yan Fengjian and Damao. Xie Wenwu sighed and said, "This crazy Yan always does stupid things."
Even though Xie Wenwu cursed, he was afraid that Damao might lose his life, so he said, "Master, why don't you cut my hair? You are a woman, so it is not appropriate."
"It's okay, just don't tell anyone. Just cut it according to my method, so it's okay if no one can see it." Song Yuehua said.
Xiaoyu untied her hair and sat in the room. Song Yuehua held her hair and demonstrated to Xie Wenwu. After teaching her, she let her hair down and let Xie Wenwu cut it.
"Sister, how about..." Xiaoyu wanted to ask if you can cut my hair, but Song Yuehua smiled and said, "Go to the door and watch over it, don't let anyone in."
Xiaoyu nodded, but still said, "Sister, if it's not enough, you can cut mine."
It was just a hair cut, Song Yuehua had no psychological burden. Xie Wenwu didn't seem to have any psychological burden either, but Xiaoyu might be concerned.
She wanted to help Damao, there was no need to make Xiaoyu uncomfortable.
Xie Wenwu carefully cut a strand of hair and placed it neatly on the kang bed. After more than half an hour, Xie Wenwu was sweating and had cut off a lot of hair.
"Master, is this enough?" Xie Wenwu asked.
Song Yuehua held the cut hair, then gathered her own hair, and went outside to look at herself in the mirror. It was just a little thinner, so she couldn't tell anything.
Back in the house, Xie Wenwu just untied his hair and said, "Master, can you have some of mine too?"
Song Yuehua patted his shoulder and said, "Your hair is given by your parents. Even if I am your teacher, it is not right to cut your hair without their knowledge. The hair I have here should be enough. We don't need yours."
Xie Wenwu advised, "Master, don't worry about it. It's not like your hair isn't long, and you won't be able to tell after you cut it. Feel free to cut it."
Song Yuehua said, "Don't worry, I'll find someone to study how to weave wigs first. Maybe these will be enough."
"Master, if you need hair, you have to come to me." Xie Wenwu said.
After Song Yuehua agreed, she took her hair, called Xiaoyu, and went to find Madam Nie.
When Nie saw that she had taken a bunch of hair, she was shocked. When she knew that Song Yuehua wanted to weave a wig, she thought for a while and said, "This can be done, but we need some more hair."
"Sister, please cut my hair." Xiaoyu looked resolute.
Lady Nie asked, "Why not use a ponytail?"
Song Yuehua, Xiaoyu, "..."
After handing the hair to Madam Nie, Song Yuehua returned home and saw Xiaoyu holding Xie Wenwu's hair and cutting it straight. Song Yuehua was so scared that she hurried over to stop him, "Why are you two brothers so fierce!"
Grabbing Xie Wenwu's head and looking left and right, I saw that a lot of hair had been cut off, but fortunately his head was not bald.
This girl Xiaoyu really didn't hesitate at all when she took action.
Helplessly, Song Yuehua handed the cut hair to Xiaoyu and said, "Give it to Madam Nie and ask her how much is needed."
Xie Wenwu's hair was cut a little harshly, so Song Yuehua tied it up again, making his head look a little flatter.
"Sister Song, my cooking skills are pretty good, right?" Xiaoyu asked proudly.
Song Yuehua, "..."
When Xiaoyu came back, she relayed, "Mrs. Nie said that we already have enough hair and don't need any more."
Well, I can even save the ponytail hair.
Making a wig is not a matter of one or two days, but fortunately with the help of Xiaoyu and Guan Xiaodie, the wig was made in five days.
Song Yuehua took it and looked at it carefully. She was indeed a top-notch embroiderer. She didn't know what method she used to make the wig look so lifelike.
After the wig was made, Song Yuehua picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Damao. After sealing it, she took out a piece of white paper and wrote a separate letter to Yan Fengjian.
This man does things without considering the people around him, and always hurts innocent people. Song Yuehua still reminded him, hoping that he would be more cautious in the future so that Damao can live a good life.
After writing the two letters, he packed the wig and gave them to Master Ma, asking him to help deliver them to the post station tomorrow, hoping that Damao could receive them earlier and avoid being punished.
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