Ah Fa swallowed his saliva, but he didn't expect that his curiosity would attract the legendary martial arts master. Theories with him? Forget it, this guy is obviously a grumpy guy, and he really doesn't have much money himself, and there is no need to fight! Scratching his head, Ah Fa walked away indifferently.

"What's going on? Why did you quarrel with someone just now? Ah Fa bought objects at other stalls, and Caifeng came over and asked curiously.

Ah Fa smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I don't know what's going on, I just want to see the sword he sells, and he has such a big temper." ”

"Sword?" Caifeng pursed her lips and said, "Are you interested in this thing of fighting and killing?" Are you ready to go with you next time to grab the dock? ”

Hehe, Ah Fa smiled lightly, and didn't want to explain more, after this turmoil, he was almost in the mood to continue shopping, he just felt hungry, so he walked towards the food stall in the night market.

Rice with lard vegetables, which combines dishes with staple food, is easy to make and delicious. Only the salted meat that concentrates the essence of time in this way can bring out the umami of the rice. Stir-fry the fresh vegetables, mix them with rice, add a little lard, and bake them with rice.

Caifeng's eyes became more and more round, just looking at this "hating Ah Fa" suddenly turned into "Rice Bucket Ah Fa". It wasn't until she noticed Ah Fa's gesture to her that Caifeng woke up, shook her head and said no, and pushed the bowl of rice in front of Ah Fa to Ah Fa. Then, with her hands on her chin, she watched with interest as Ah Fa performed unceremoniously.

A rush of footsteps sounded, and a small figure ran behind Caifeng, and before Caifeng could feel it, a beaded flower on her head disappeared.

Ah Fa Huoran got up and threw the bowl in his hand hard, and with a series of noises, the thief fell to the ground, attracting the attention of others. But soon, everyone shifted their eyes and seemed indifferent, this is an era of snow in front of everyone's door.

The fallen thief was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in tatters, with a face covered in ash and mud, and a swollen left eye, which looked to have been caused recently. It was only a brief panic, he looked directly at Ah Fa without fear, and did not speak, allowing Ah Fa to take away the bead flower in his hand and hand it to Caifeng, who was still at a loss.

Ah Fa couldn't remember if he dared to stare at someone so boldly and defiantly when he was so old, and it was after doing something bad. The four eyes met, and a trace of loneliness and trauma flashed in the child's bruised eyes. They are so deep, hidden behind the pretended stubborn appearance, which shocks Ah Fa's heart. Ah Fa, a young man who broke into the beach back then, also suffered a lot, how similar this is!

"Where's your family?" Ah Fa's tone was very gentle.

The boy blinked, touched the back of his head when he was hit by the bowl, and turned his head without answering.

"What's your name?"

"What's the matter with you?" The young man stared at Ah Fa and said hatefully: "Do you want to send me to the patrol room, come, I'm not afraid of you!" ”

Ah Fa shook his head, reached out and took out the money in his pocket, just a few dollars, he squatted down, gently put the money in the boy's arms, glanced at the boy with eyes full of complicated feelings, stood up and walked away silently.

"Oops." Caifeng followed Ah Fa for a while, and couldn't help but scream.

Ah Fa stopped and looked at Caifeng with an inquiring gaze.

"That" Caifeng didn't know what to say, so she snorted for a moment before she said astringently: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome." Ah Fa replied lightly, "Let's go back!" ”

The rickshaw was moving forward, and Ah Fa was fiddling with an old razor he had just bought from a stall in his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but when he passed by a bright place, the razor occasionally reflected light and shadow, flashing on Ah Fa's face.

Caifeng peeked at Ah Fa from time to time, wanting to ask some questions, but she didn't know how to speak.

The blade is thin and sharp, and the handle is smooth, I don't know how long it took a shaver to use. Ah Fa felt that this should be a very suitable personal weapon, better concealed than a pistol, and more inconspicuous. Moreover, it still has such a normal function In Caifeng's stunned and puzzled gaze, Ah Fa Shi took off his hat and cut off his braid with the razor against his scalp and backwards.

"You, are you crazy?" Caifeng's eyes almost fell out, and he stammered: "This, this is going to kill the head." ”

Ah Fa smiled, didn't reply, shaved off the miscellaneous hair with a few knives, and a big bald head appeared on the stage. He took out a cross he had just bought from his pocket, shook it at Caifeng, and put it on his neck, so he didn't have to be afraid now, right?

After the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, a barbaric and bloody shaving order was implemented, and in the sea of corpses and blood, the history of Chinese men's Q-shaped hairstyles for more than 200 years began. For more than 200 years, people have experienced the process of resisting the Q-shaped hairstyle from resistance to forced acceptance, and then numbness, and finally no longer regard it as a barbarian custom, but as a custom of the great powers of the Celestial Empire. On the other hand, when Westerners looked at the Q-shaped hairstyle of the Chinese at that time, they were full of incomprehension and contempt, and it was called pig tail.

The first to discover the ugliness and inconvenience of braids and take action should be overseas Chinese. In 1898, the Chinese in Singapore publicly proposed to cut braids in the newspaper, which caused great shock and controversy in the overseas Chinese community.

The Gengzi Revolution of 1900 was a very important event in Chinese history, after which the Qing government's prestige was discredited, its control over various regions was weakened, and local forces began to grow, and the Qing government could no longer effectively exercise sovereignty in the concessions and northeast China.

Pained by the incompetence of the Qing court, overseas Chinese and some overseas students, as well as some revolutionary organizations, began to cut their braids and agitated vigorously. With the return of the students, a small number of young students began to cut their braids in the southern provinces where the Manchu central government was weakly controlled, apparently ugly and inconvenient, but in fact a break with the Qing government.

In Shanghai and its surroundings, although there are very few people who cut braids, the government has turned a blind eye and has not punished the crime for this. Unless it's an official who deliberately finds fault, he won't care. It can be seen from this that the control of the Manchu government is no longer what it used to be, and it can only adopt a tacit attitude. By the time the new army was formed, because of the wearing of military hats, although it was not officially announced, the braid cutting had been tacitly accepted.

As for braids, it is the result of habit, psychological reasons, not legal constraints and compulsion. Even if you cut your braids, you still have braids in your heart, which involves a deeper problem.