Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 487: Taking Them All Together

After more than ten minutes, Ge Sujuan’s hair was done.

"How is it?!"

She stood up, smiling, and asked Liu Lan and them.

The three of them stared at her, assessing, and then—

"Chichi, give me a hairstyle like Juanzi’s!"

Wang Nan was the first to sit on the chair and urge, Zhou Qiuyu was even more envious, saying, "Chichi, can I change to look like this?"

Liu Lan was unwilling to fall behind, "Me too."

Seeing this, Ge Sujuan became curious about her own hairstyle and dashed into the house without saying anything to look in the mirror, wanting to see exactly what kind of hairstyle Yi Chichi had given her.

"Juanzi’s hairstyle doesn’t suit you all."

Ge Sujuan’s hairstyle was actually very simple, just a Dora haircut with straight bangs, making her look younger. Her face shape suited this hairstyle, resulting in a nice 1+1=2 effect.

Liu Lan and the others’ face shapes were not suitable; cutting it would only have the opposite effect.

"I think my face shape is similar to Juanzi’s."

Wang Nan spoke sincerely, and Yi Chichi was covered in black lines on her forehead, "You might as well say you came out of the same womb as her."

"I..."

"Enough with the ’I’ already."

Wang Nan had just started to speak when Yi Chichi irritably said, "In any case, I can’t give you Juanzi’s hairstyle; my aesthetic reputation shouldn’t be tarnished. Either I cut it for you, or you take Juanzi to the commune barber shop and have the barber cut it to resemble hers."

As she spoke, she handed the choice over to Wang Nan, "Which one do you choose?"

Wang Nan, "..."

Is this even a choice?

"I choose you!"

"Great, then I’ll start."

She picked up the scissors and began cutting, clumps of hair falling to the ground. After more than ten minutes, she put away the scissors, "There, it’s done."

"Wow, it looks nice."

Upon returning from looking in the mirror, Ge Sujuan saw her new look, a brief flash of amazement in her eyes.

"It looks so energetic and stylish."

She gave a thumbs up, Wang Nan raised her eyebrows, "Really?"

"Don’t raise your eyebrows, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist."

Liu Lan took a deep breath, oh my, it turns out Nannan looks so good with short hair, much better than her man at home, her eyes became alluring, especially the way she raised her eyebrows, mischievous and handsome.

She couldn’t wait to sit in the chair, "Chichi, quickly cut mine, I want a new look."

"Alright!"

The four of them got unanimous praise for their new hairstyles, especially Wang Nan’s short hair look, which received admiration from all the men.

They all thought her hairstyle was so cool, and fantasized that if they got a similar haircut, they might be able to use their looks to charm their wives a bit and make the wives treat them better.

This was the thought of the married men.

The unmarried ones fantasized that changing their hairstyle could earn them the favor of unmarried women, making it easier to find a partner.

Then, every day, male comrades would come to Yi Chichi’s house to get a haircut.

She didn’t refuse, cutting hair for whoever came, transforming into a merciless hair-cutting machine.

Until—

"Sorry, I’m not a barber, if you want a haircut, go to the commune barber shop."

One day, two young men from the Red Flag Brigade came seeking her for haircuts, and Yi Chichi, finding it funny and hopeless, refused.

After kindly seeing them off, she turned and ran to find the brigade leader uncle to tell him about the situation.

"Uncle, can you manage the youth from the neighboring team? They’re all coming to me for haircuts."

The brigade leader was holding a large bowl of food, looking bewildered as he lifted his head from a bowl bigger than his face, "What, you’re saying the youth from the neighboring team are coming to have you cut their hair?"

"Yes."

"...Did you cut it?"

"No, I refused."

"I’ll go talk to their brigade leader in a moment."

"Okay."

No one knows how the brigade leader talked to the others, but after that, no outsiders came to seek her for haircuts anymore, and Yi Chichi’s life returned to peace.

On July 6, the Yunnan-Tibet Highway was completed and opened to traffic.

Also, artificially cultivated rye was promoted in Southwest, Northwest, and North China.

Not long after, an earthquake happened.

Upon receiving the news, Yi Chichi sighed, as this day had come.

In the evening, Wen’s mother, who returned from harvesting wheat, said softly, "The farm has been deployed to go over there, and your brigade leader uncle wants to arrange people to go too."

Yi Chichi nodded, it wasn’t surprising to have this idea, the village has quite a few retired veterans, and many from the previous generation joined the Anti-Japanese Alliance too.

Because they’ve experienced difficulties, many people in Kao Shan Village are more empathetic towards suffering.

However, "This won’t happen."

"Indeed, it won’t happen."

Wen’s mother calmly said, "He went to the commune and was turned away by the secretary; our current task is to ensure the wheat is harvested smoothly and all grains are collected."

Speaking of which, she said softly, "I heard a tip, supposedly before the quake..."

She shook her head, remaining silent.

Yi Chichi didn’t say a word either, this was also the reason she firmly chose not to speak.

Individual strength is too insignificant, whether it’s a natural disaster or a flood of history, nothing can be changed.

"Mom, let’s eat, the best we can do is manage ourselves."

Without the power to change the rules, the only option is to faithfully live by them.

"Mhm!"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law ate dinner in silence.

Then they went to wash up and sleep.

The wheat harvest was busy and exhausting, with everyone young and old in the village joining the effort.

Though Yi Chichi didn’t work in the fields, she was responsible for all the clothes and meals for the family and the old man.

Otherwise, after working from dawn till dusk for a whole day, if they had to come back and do a bunch of chores, they’d be worn out before the harvest was even over.

Qin Jiu was also on holiday, a farm holiday.

He went to busy himself in the fields, and by the time the wheat harvest finished, he had turned into a little black charcoal.

Yi Chichi looked at his pitch-black face, finding it both a headache and amusing, "Your grandma and I worked hard to raise you strong and fair, and now you’re a thin black monkey again."

Her tone was full of disdain.

Da Li and so on even cooperatively meowed, for ensuring Wen’s mother and the others’ nourishment to prevent their bodies from collapsing, the family meals during this period were very good.

Uncle Yaozi was too busy to cook, so he directly brought grain and fish and meat over to eat together.

Along with that, he also brought over Da Li and Big Orange.

The people suffered, while the cats got fat.

Summer hardships...

They didn’t have any.

Upon hearing Yi Chichi’s disdainful words, the two sensible cats directly ran over to rub against Qin Jiu.

He cried out in mixed laughter and helplessness, "I’m not sad, I don’t need you to comfort me."

Patting the two on their heads, he looked at Yi Chichi, "Aunt, please trouble you and grandma to raise me back up again."

Yi Chichi sighed, "Fine, let’s raise you back up."

Having raised him up to now, there’s no choice but to continue.

However, Qin Jiu didn’t need the care of her and Wen’s mother at all.

Because as soon as October arrived, several vehicles suddenly came to the village to take the old men back to Beijing.

The dawn for the old men arrived!

Yi Chichi, knowing that 1976 was a special year, postponed her island trip to 1977, mailing the embroidery from the Friendship Store instead.

Therefore, she didn’t miss the departure of the old men.

Mr. Song and the others looked at the cowshed where they had lived for several years, their expressions complex.

Mr. Song then took Yi Chichi’s hand, "Chichi, you should come with Grandpa."

Wen’s mother panicked, "She’s my daughter-in-law, how can she leave with you?"

"You come along too, when you get to the commune, give Wen Shi a call or send a telegram."

Mr. Song’s words were astonishing, wanting to pack up both daughter-in-law and mother-in-law to take with him.