After leaving the Lake District, Wangfu walked home through the city, and his father recovered, and read vigorously: The man who borrowed him for treatment is a good person, and Wangfu must thank him.

Wangfu heard it in his ears, and he did thank him in his heart, but he always thought about how to make money to repay his loan? That's not a small amount, and I don't have the skills to save money. He suddenly had an idea, he had been looking for Master Huineng of Qinglong Temple to see if he could give him some guidance. With this thought, he rushed over the mountains and mountains to Qinglong Temple. But Master Huineng went out of the mountain to do something. Hearing that he was going back today, Wangfu waited until it was dark, only to see his figure appear outside the temple, and when he approached the temple gate, Wangfu knelt down on his knees in front of him and said: Master Huineng, I waited for you for a day, and finally waited for you.

Donor, please. Please tell me something. Huineng folded his palms and recited Amitabha, and motioned for Wangfu to stand up and listen to him express the worries in his heart. Master Huineng approached him and whispered a method, and Wangfu said that I would do it.

The next day, Wangfu knelt down on the street, his head slightly bowed, and his eyes looked at a blank piece of paper spread under his knees, on which were written a few lines of calligraphy—the revelation of betraying labor:

I borrowed 30,000 yuan to treat my father's illness, and now my father is cured, and people are urging to repay debts, because they are unable to repay, they are willing to sell their labor for the rich or the rich man, make money to pay off the debt, if you can climb the wish, you should kowtow and thank you!

Some passers-by, without looking at the contents of the blank paper, saw this young man kneeling in the street, and felt sympathy, and quietly threw a coin in front of him, and he heard the round fellow clang, looked up and thanked him, and then said: I don't ask for food. Passers-by didn't listen and left. Maybe a passer-by heard it and said in his heart: Why don't you kneel down on the street without begging for money and food?

There are also passers-by who carefully read the words on this blank paper, snorted softly in their nostrils and walked away, and said in their hearts: I am not a rich man, let alone a rich man.

In fact, the rich and the rich rarely stopped to see him, and most of them drove by in a high-class car, and would not stop to inquire about a kneeling person who had nothing to do with him.

There were exceptions, and on this day, a car stopped abruptly on the side of the street one meter away from Wangfu Kneeling Street, and then the door opened, and a man dressed in style stepped out.

Wangfu felt that someone was approaching, raised his head slightly, and his face was familiar, wasn't the person coming from a big-bellied man? He can still see clearly, the big belly of the big-bellied man has shrunk, and he can't see it if he doesn't look closely, and it feels like a flat.

Wangfu was embarrassed, lowered his head, looked at the blank paper, and waited for him to speak, and then raised his head to talk. But he skimmed through the blank paper, said nothing, and left. When he turned around, Wangfu looked up at his back again until he got into the car, slammed the door and drove away.

Wangfu remembered what Master Huineng had said, saying that a rich man would rescue him after reading the contents of the blank paper, and the man with a big belly was a rich man, so why did he not save himself after reading the content of the blank paper, but left without saying a word? Can't Master Huineng's words be trusted? He was pondering, and the shadow of the big-bellied man just now appeared in his mind, and he thought inexplicably: Why is the big-bellied man's belly shrinking?

This thought was not yet in his mind, and he felt that there was a person in front of him, and it was a very rich woman. The woman read the contents of the blank paper and said to Wangfu: You go with me! Wangfu stood up, picked up the blank paper by the way, folded it and asked: Where are you going?

Follow me to the salon to learn art.

Why did you teach me art?

It was introduced by Mr. Lin, who said that you are ready to sell your labor to make money and repay the loan for your father's treatment.

Who is Lin always? I have to thank him.

It's the man with the big belly, but now his big belly is gone.

The woman and Wangfu communicated with each other, and Wangfu was secretly surprised, it turned out that Mr. Lin was a big-bellied man! Why should he help himself? Wangfu still didn't understand, he and the woman walked to the center of the street, and saw the "Chunhua Hair Salon" sign on the left side of the street, and the woman said that this was it. A girl in a checkered shirt who was busy cutting people's hair in the hair salon looked up at the woman and said: Sister Chunhua, please bring a helper!

Good! The woman agreed, and let Wangfu enter the hair salon.

"Chunhua Hair Salon", this woman's name is Chunhua, and she took it after her, Wangfu felt a little interesting, and secretly applauded.

The hair salon is like an alley, very long, and there is a row of hair mirrors hanging on the left wall, which is said to be a row, but in fact there are only three of them, and in front of each mirror is a hair chair that can be rotated, and the backrest can be flattened and then restored. When people who come to shampoo and get a haircut need to lie down and be taken care of, it can come in handy for this special purpose.

There is also a girl with a banana hairstyle in the hair salon, she is also shampooing people, her back is facing Wangfu, Wangfu did not look at her, only waited attentively for the female boss Chunhua in the hair salon to arrange for him.

Chunhua pointed to the girl with a banana hairstyle and introduced her name as Liu Sanmei, and pointed to the girl in a checkered shirt and said, her name is Ma Yulan. Ma Yulan immediately turned her head to look at him.

He looked back, and this moment of "facing the light" made Wangfu have an impression of her: she had a round face and a pair of almond eyes. Wangfu didn't have time to perceive, at this moment, Chunhua looked at him with a smile in the corner of his eyes and said: My surname is Li, and I am the eldest sister here. Wangfu immediately took Li Chunhua's words: My name is Shi Wangfu, I am here to learn art, and you are all masters. Then I have come to teach you.

Xiao Shi, on the first day of your visit to the hair salon today, if you don't arrange to do anything, you will familiarize yourself with it and observe carefully. Indeed, Xiao Ma and Xiao Liu are both your masters, and from tomorrow, I will let them take turns to teach you.

Thank you Boss Li for your kindness. As soon as Wang Fu finished speaking, someone outside the hair salon called Li Chunhua. Li Chunhua went out with a smile, Wangfu raised his eyes and saw that a black car was parked on the street opposite the hair salon, and the man in a suit and leather shoes standing in front of the car was not the emaciated and pot-bellied Mr. Lin?

Exactly, Li Chunhua shouted sweetly: Mr. Lin, I'm here. Wangfu quickly retracted his gaze, he didn't want to look at Mr. Lin, although he was full of gratitude to Mr. Lin in his heart, this gratitude was blind, he didn't know that Mr. Lin had no relatives with him, why should he help himself, could Mr. Lin really be out of sympathy for himself? He was a little convinced, and a little skeptical.

At this time, he heard a "whoosh" sound, and Li Chunhua had already gotten into Mr. Lin's car and left.

Half a month later, Shi Wangfu gradually learned some eyebrows, cutting, shaving, shaving, wiping, washing, perming, dyeing and other processes are no longer hands-on, at the beginning of picking up a razor to shave people, the hand is still a little trembling, the key is that I am afraid that I have used too much strength, the sharp blade will break through people's skin, and the first-class blood will be in trouble.

Liu Sanmei saw that he was a little timid, and every time he hesitated and confused, she came over and took his razor "quack" and demonstrated very skillfully, and the razor shad past to reveal a piece of white and smooth skin. Over time, Shi Wangfu also learned to go home, picked up a razor, and did it calmly and neatly like Liu Sanmei. Slowly, he got acquainted with them, and mixed them very casually.