Little Sizi, the hairdresser is here, come back and have your hair shaved quickly! "My mother stood on the road in front of the door and called me at the top of her lungs. This voice floating in the dream has been gone for more than 40 years.
The Master Liu who handed over the head was not tall and squat. , he smiled when he saw someone from afar. He was carrying a small square wooden box, which contained all the hair-shaving tools. As soon as Master Liu stepped into the village entrance, the production team leader, Uncle Quan, blew his whistle: "Here comes the barber." , members, come and get your heads shaved! ”
It was a summer morning, and the summer harvest and planting ended successfully with hard work and sweat. Under the shade of the tree in front of my house, Master Liu took out the "guys" from the box and lined them up. He took a dirty apron and put it on Uncle Quan, the team leader. As the top "commander" of the team, Uncle Quan usually shaved his head first, and the rest of the people came first and then lined up. Uncle Quan's messy hair was combed, then cut with hand scissors, and then trimmed with clippers. Finally, Master Liu asked Uncle Quan to lie on the movable chair and shave his face and beard. A pot of water was boiled on the stove, and she scooped out a few ladles of water in a copper basin. A towel was placed on the mouth of the basin. Master Liu put the steaming towel on Uncle Quan's chin, took out a bright knife, and put it on his chin. After rubbing it repeatedly on a long strip of black leather, he lifted the towel and scraped it along Uncle Quan's beard, making a hissing sound. Uncle Quan closed his eyes tightly and did not say a word, letting Master Liu "turn around". Master Liu patted Uncle Quan on the shoulder. Uncle Quan understood, stood up and touched his head, then his chin, and smiled honestly. Master Liu said to the side: "Heh, now you look like a man again." 30 years old is too young. ”
People in the production team line up in order to have their heads shaved, but there are often people who jump in the queue and get shaved first. Most of them are military relatives or teachers in the team. Uncle Quan has spoken: Let’s negotiate with everyone and learn from Lei Feng , Their sons are still serving in the army to defend the motherland. Without them carrying the guns, how can you safely get your hair shaved here? Uncle Quan’s words are a pass, and those waiting in line don’t dare to say anything even if they have objections. At this time, Master Liu was not only busy shaving his head, but he was still admiring Uncle Quan in his heart.
Master Liu’s salary for shaving his head was converted into grains based on work points, and was usually cashed out twice a year. "Kou" is called wheat, and rice is given after autumn. Therefore, at that time, head shaving was all done by the team, which was considered a collective welfare. Later, the land was contracted to each household, and the system changed, but the old method remained the same - raising grain on a household basis. Master Liu was like a beggar, carrying a bag and collecting grain from house to house, and he enjoyed it.
I remember that when I was 10 years old, Master Liu shaved my head alone. It was very grand and special. In the countryside, there is a custom of shaving the head like a "ten thousand year pile" (a braid made from fetal hair), and it is very important. First of all, you have to prepare red envelopes, hang whips, and invite people. Uncle.
The red envelope is a gift of money for Master Liu, and the whip is used to set off when shaving his braids as a congratulation. The reason why I invite my uncle is because only my own uncle has the right. Master Liu was very cautious about cutting my nephew's "ten thousand year pile" and said sincerely. Cut first! "My uncle was also very humble and polite. He took the scissors and symbolically cut a few strands of fetal hair on my braid, which was regarded as a haircut. Master Liu then said with a smile: "Now, I am brave enough. Big. "After that, I picked up the hand scissors and started cutting. I heard the sound of hanging whip: "Crack! "I also heard the happy words of Master Liu: "...yesterday I shaved off the crown prince, and today I shaved off the number one scholar..." It was real and touching. Finally, my uncle asked me to bow respectfully in front of Master Liu: "Master Liu, thank you. ”
The grass on Master Liu’s grave has become green and withered, and has become green again. Year after year, spring passes and winter comes. Every time I shave my head, my childhood memories will appear in my mind. The barber - Master Liu, will never be forgotten in the depths of my heart...