Chapter 6: Ke Xiang’s Head Cut Style

After a few minutes of exploration, Wen Jiajia finally knew what “synthesis” was.

To put it simply, it’s a synthetic cheat.

What is synthesis? It is to combine an item with a low level or 50% defect of the same attribute into a new item.

For example, if you just touch five types of iron tools, you can craft two new items.

Why is it five in two? Wen Jiajia couldn’t figure it out, but after experimenting with five kinds of iron in turn, she found that it could actually be three into one.

As of now, she had three options in her mind: “amphora, fruit knife, scissors,”  and she could choose any two of them.

If you put down two kinds of iron tools, you can only choose one item.

Wen Jiajia thought for a moment and finally chose a small pot and scissors.

Three seconds later, two objects appeared in front of her.

Immediately she found out that she had been pitted, and the scissors were enough, and they could be used even if they were smaller.

But the amphora small pot, it’s really a small pot! She’s never seen a palm-sized pot!

Wen Jiajia’s head was down, and she had nothing to say.

“System, system?”

No one answered, which shows that this golden finger^[1]refers to a special ability, advantage, or cheat-like power  is not intelligent and needs to be understood.

She thought about it, ran downstairs to the kitchen with scissors and a small pot, and picked up the kitchen knife by the stove, but this time there was no electronic sound in her head.

If it weren’t for the fact that she was still holding a small pot in her hand, she would have thought that what had just happened was her own dream!

“Could it be that other conditions are needed?” Wen Jiajia muttered to herself, feeling that she had guessed correctly.

But now that Goldfinger has appeared, it won’t disappear easily. She hadn’t heard of this thing running away after making an appearance, so she could have peace of mind.

Anyway, she was ready to have no golden fingers.

Wen Jiajia put the scissors in the drawer in the room, and then placed the amphora pot in the kitchen cupboard, waiting for the next time to continue synthesizing.

The golden sun was setting. In the evening, the village seemed to be draped in an orange-red veil, and the beauty was breathtaking.

Wen Jiajia stood at the gate of the courtyard, her hands itching. It’s really good material, but it’s a pity that there are no cameras.

There are also fields near the entrance of the village, and there are quite a few of them.

Many workers passed by her door, and nine out of ten would greet her. This is the connection left by the old couple of the Wen family, who have been good people for most of their lives. Now benefiting her, Wen Jiajia also took this opportunity to recognize some people in the village.

This one is called an uncle, and that one is called an aunt.

This one is called a brother, and that one is called a sister-in-law.

Even if she accidentally passed by the dog at the door of the house, she had to ask whether it was male or female.

So it was dinner time, and it was spread all over the village that the third child of the Wen family was a really generous person.

The “generous” here does not refer to her large hands but to her being very outgoing.

Fang Duocai said with a smile: “This third child looks really different from the Wen family. Old Wen can’t say a word for three days, and she can say more in one evening than her father in a month.”

There is an open space at the entrance of the Fuyang Brigade Department. From here, you can see the entrance and the end of the village. The field of vision is broad, and there is a hundred-year-old camphor tree planted next to the open space, which is a good place to enjoy the coolness. The team members love to gather here for chatting, especially in the evening after dinner.

There are team members who live close by who come here with bowls, take out a long bench from the team headquarters, and sit down, eating while talking about the mountains, and having a comfortable day.

The farther ones came in a hurry after eating, for fear that they would miss any topic or miss any information. They were even more afraid that those broken mouths would talk to themselves when they saw they were not there.

In the past two days, the main topic under the old camphor tree of the Fuyang Brigade has been the Wen family. To be precise, it was the third child of the Wen family.

The old couple of the Wen family and their daughter and son-in-law are dead, so if you can’t say much, you don’t have to say much, you have to be respectful.

So when Fang Duocai brought up Old Wen in his words, he was immediately booed.

“Old Cai, watch your mouth. Wen’s father hasn’t been buried yet, and you’re already talking about him. I think you should kowtow^[2]kneel and touch the ground with the forehead in worship or submission. a few more times when they do get buried.”

It was Chen Qiang who spoke, the second son of the Chen family next door to the Wen family. Because they are neighbors, the Chen family and the Wen family have a very good relationship, and his bamboo strip skills were learned from Wen’s brother-in-law, so he was the first to stand up at this moment.

Fang Duocai hurriedly patted his mouth, shrunk his shoulders, and said, “I was just speaking without thinking”

There are many people who believe in Buddhism and Taoism in the local area, and there are still many “feudal remnants” of buildings on the mountain.

Fang Duocai is no exception. He will now burn scriptures and worship Buddha in private. He suddenly remembered that the first seven days of the Wen family had not passed, and only felt that his body was cold at this time. He thought that after a while, he would let his mother-in-law send two eggs to the Wen family to eliminate this sin of mouth.

The team members didn’t care about Fang Duocai’s restlessness, and tacitly agreed not to talk about the rest of the Wen family, but focused on Wen Jiajia.

Fang Hongmian held the empty bowl and said: “If you want my opinion, the big girl just has to be more extroverted.  I don’t like those who speak as quietly as flies. That third child of the Wen family even called me sister, saying I look young and speak better than our country folk.”

“You’re just an old cucumber painted green, pretending to be young. She dared to call you sister, and you dared to respond. You’re old enough to be her mother.”

Fang Hongmian straightened her waist and glared at the speaker: “In terms of seniority, why am I not a sister?”

Even if I’m 38, I’m still a sister!

“Sister is sister, no one said otherwise.” Someone laughed, “By the way, who was that young man who came to your house the other day? From your husband’s side?”

Fang Hongmian is the same as the eldest sister Wen, and her husband is also rich. It’s just that her husband is not an orphan, and he has many relatives at home, so there are often relatives who come and go.

“Of course not!” Fang Hongmian pursed her lips and waved her hand, quite disgusted. “He has no relatives like that. He’s my younger brother’s comrade, visiting his family and helping my brother deliver some things.”

“I said, even if he doesn’t wear a military uniform, he looks like a soldier and is tall!”

Fang Hongmian said with a smile: “Yes, he is from the commune next door. The Jiangkou in He Gou Township know the Wei family. It was his uncle’s family who caught a big turtle a few years ago.”

“I know who you mean now. Wei Chengcai’s family. That shriveled calf was still on the train with us when he was young. Later, as soon as the flashlight came, before it hit him, he raised his hand and appeared like a coward. As a result, he had a good attitude and was let go, but several of us were implicated, and we were arrested by public security and taught a lesson all night.”

This story is funny. At that time, a few of them hid directly in the water by virtue of their good swimming skills. Who knew that public security stood on the shore and stared at the river with their hands in their pockets?

The last few people were almost suffocated before they floated ashore. They were taken away and locked up for one night, and they also caught colds. How miserable it was.

Fang Hongmian was surprised: “When did the Wei family get so bold? They dared to hop trains? The only person I admire in their family is Wei Dai; the rest are all timid like mice.”

Fang Liuyu caught up with this conversation, knocked on the pumpkin seeds, and said, “Speaking of Wei Dai, his mother asked my grandmother yesterday to talk to the matchmaker for Wei Dai.” This young man has a good character, and when Wen San’er fainted that day, he sent him to the commune. He left right after without leaving his name.”

Her grandmother is from Hegou Township Commune, and they are also in the same brigade. She is afraid that the daughters of Hegou Township Commune will look down on the Wei family, so she came to Fuyang today. She told her mother about it and asked her mother to help keep an eye out for a suitable girl.

Wei Dai himself is very good; he is very upright. But marriage depends not only on the man but also on the man’s family.

The Wei family is the soft persimmon of the family, and the hard bones of the whole family seem to have grown on Wei Dai. If it weren’t for Wei Dai’s success, his family would have been bullied to death in Hegou Township.

The most important thing is that a girl can’t join the army even if she marries Wei Dai. Her grandmother said that she has to apply for approval. But resources are scarce, and his newly married family with no children will not get approval.

That is to say, after the girl marries him, she has to stay in the empty house alone and face the group of soft persimmons in the Wei family. So no matter how good Wei Dai’s own conditions are, it is not easy to find a partner.

Fang Hongmian said, “Then he came back for a blind date this time?”

Fang Liuyu replied, “No, it is said that he is on a vacation of more than a month, and the Wei family is in a hurry to get him married.”

In the end, the topic shifted, and Wen Jiajia finally stopped being the subject of conversation.

Only Fang Ducai, restless for a while, returned home at dusk and told his wife, “Bring some eggs to the Wen family.”

His wife, Jiang Guihua, was collecting dried wild chrysanthemums. She looked up, puzzled, “Why send eggs?”

Fang Ducai paused, looking unnatural, “Just send them, no need to ask so many questions.”

Jiang Guihua sighed and snorted, “You didn’t feed the chickens, and you didn’t lay the eggs, and yet you’re acting all mighty.” She thought he must have offended someone again.

As she spoke, she returned to the house with the wild chrysanthemums on the bamboo plate. She took a few eggs out of the cupboard, thought about it, and put two back. Finally, she took two in her pocket and walked toward Wen’s house.

Wen Jiajia was cutting Wen Chun and Wen Xuan’s hair. The first thing she wanted to do after getting scissors was cut her hair.

She had washed the two children’s hair in the afternoon, and the water was too dirty to look at. Fortunately, these two children didn’t have lice on their heads. Otherwise, she would have had to go to the county overnight to buy potions for them and for herself!

After washing their hair, she dried it vigorously with old clothes and then let it dry in the afternoon. Wen Chun’s hair was similar to Wen Jiajia’s—thin and soft. Fortunately, there was a lot of it, and she could still tie two thick braids.

Wen Xuan’s hair, however, was thicker, blacker, and slightly curlier, probably inherited from her young father. Wen Jiajia suspected that her hair absorbed a lot of nutrients every day; otherwise, it wouldn’t be so black and shiny.

Previously, the two girls had their mothers to help take care of their hair, but now she was the only caretaker and could only cut it with scissors.

She had to go to work or work in the future and had to do housework for a long time, so she didn’t have much time to wash and comb the two girls’ hair.

Without delay, once the hair was completely dry, she cut it into a student head style.

But the student head wasn’t called that at the time; it was called “Kexiang head.” Ke Xiang was a person from the model play “Cuckoo Mountain.”

A few years ago, a poster of Ke Xiang was posted in the county, which was quite vital and powerful, causing a wave of Ke Xiang fever in the county. Many people still had Ke Xiang’s head style until now.

Wen Chun was actually reluctant to cut it and looked at her with tears in her eyes before cutting it.

But Wen Jiajia’s face was cold and hard-hearted, so she cut out the short hair on her shoulders with two scissors.

Wen Jiajia had skills. In her last life, she went to learn makeup for a period to look good on camera.

She even flew to Korea specifically for a new hairstyle, stayed there for a week, and learned haircutting and hair care from a stylist. After returning, she practiced on wigs for a long time, and her roommates and studio colleagues trusted her to cut their hair.

Wen Chun’s student head was trivial.

She “clicked” a few times, and tufts of hair fell to the ground.

After the hair was trimmed, she cut the bangs again. The bangs, cut together, would cover the eyebrows, and the eyebrows would be exposed after a slight expression.

Not to mention, it looked very good after cutting. At least, it was better than before, and the whole person looked smart and fresh.

Wen Xuan’s hair was much more difficult, and Wen Jiajia needed to cut it in layers.

It was still a flat bangs student head, but Wen Xuan’s bangs showed her eyebrows, and she looked more eccentric than her sister.

“Auntie, I—I like cutting my hair!” Wen Xuan was the second to be cut, and seeing her sister become beautiful after the cut, she was not worried at all. Instead, she shook her head with interest, shaking her hair around.

After cutting, she even ran to the side of the water tank, holding her cheeks with her little hands, looking at herself in the water, and feeling very pretty.

So when Jiang Guihua came to Wen’s house, she saw two girls who had changed a lot, and she almost didn’t recognize them!

“Oh my gosh!” Jiang Guihua exclaimed in disbelief, “Did your aunt cut your hair?”

“Grandma Hua,” Wen Chun and Wen Xuan shouted, and the two girls played and jumped in the front yard.

“It was cut by my aunt!” Wen Xuan raised her head and said, “It’s beautiful, and the beautiful flowers were cut by my aunt.”

Jiang Guihua: “……”

“Where’s your aunt?” she asked.

Wen Chun frowned, “Auntie is cooking.” She stood on one leg, now, and if Grandma Hua didn’t leave, she would lose the game.

Jiang Guihua stuffed the eggs into Wen Chun’s pocket, “Then Chun, give these four eggs to your aunt, tell her they’re for your nutrition.”

After that, she hurried away, not entering the house, as she was somewhat wary since the Wen family members had recently passed away.

Wen Chun was about to cry, as she couldn’t jump now.

“It’s not you who wins this game; it’s Grandma Hua who wins.” Wen Chun put down her other foot and said to Wen Xuan, then went back to the kitchen with both hands in her pockets.

It was already dark, and no movement was visible from three meters away.

Jiang Guihua returned home and closed the door.

Facing Fang Duocai’s inquiring eyes, she rolled her eyes and said with the style of a goddess, “Don’t worry, if Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen come recently, they won’t be coming for you.”

“Why?”

“Because Wen San cut Chun’er and Xuanxuan’s hair.” When a local elder dies, it is forbidden to cut hair for half a year.