DUANG!

Ma Tianyao's eyes lit up!

Wave to the man quickly.

"Hair collection! Here!"

There are probably several types of hawkers who come to the countryside:

Receive your phone, change the bowl and basin of your phone!

Collect rags, beer bottles and scrap newspapers!

Retract hair, retract hair!

Among them, long hair is the most popular and the most expensive. Generally, women can sell for 100-200 yuan from the length of their hair to their necks.

It can be sold for 700-1,000 yuan at the waist.

As for why hair is collected, there are many different opinions. Some say it is collected to make wigs, some say it is made to make fake beards when performing opera singers, and some say it is made to make hair from some simulated dolls. There are even many supernatural novels written specifically, and they warn people not to sell their hair casually.

But Ma Tianyao only saw money at this moment, and what she urgently needed was the most important thing. As for the others, she would just play with it.

He was about forty years old when he was about forty years old. At first glance, he saw Ma Tianyao's long hair on his back and waist and asked with a smile.

"Girl, do you sell your hair?"

Ma Tianyao nodded and asked.

"Look at how much my hair can be sold?"

"200 yuan!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Ma Tianyao glared at the man and turned to leave. Although she had never sold her hair, she had seen countless women in the village selling her hair. Her length was more than 200 yuan. This person obviously saw her, a little girl, wanting to slaughter her.

And after asking for the price, he turned around and left. This is also the ultimate trick to save prices when shopping.

Sure enough! The man called out immediately.

"Hey hey hey! 500 yuan, 500 yuan!"

Ma Tianyao looked back, shook her head, and continued to walk home...

"800 yuan, little girl, you can't be taller anymore. Although your hair is good in length, your hair is soft..."

"Nonsense, you can tell if you look at me seven or eight meters away from me to see my hair?"

Stopped, Ma Tianyao talked back and forth with the man a few more times, and finally got all the man out of hair, and directly raised his scissors and opened his mouth.

"If you cut it directly from the root, I can give you 1,000 yuan!"

Generally, those who sell hair will leave some for themselves, and some even can barely tie a braid. After all, it is not ugly, but if you cut it from the root, you can only keep a man's head, and you can't even be short.

"If you can give me 2,000, you can shave your head!"

Just kidding, does Ma Tianyao care about good-looking people?

The boss who collected his hair was speechless for a moment. He really wanted to take out 2,000 yuan to shave his head for the other party, but he swallowed his saliva and thought to himself, although this kind of hob meat was young, his bargaining skills had reached its peak, and he couldn't make it easy to take money to vent his anger.

Pick up scissors, hold your long hair, follow the roots, and click...

In just a few seconds, the long hair that had been left for more than ten years was carefully tied up by the man and then put it in the pocket of the cloth seam.

"Little girl, this is 1,000 yuan, you count..."

Ma Tianyao took the money, counted it first, then picked it up one by one and looked at the sun to see the truth. The man smiled while packing his things.

"Haha, you girl is smarter than an adult in her forties or fifties. Don't worry, I just took all the money from the bank, so there will be no fake ones."

Confirm that the money was fine, Ma Tianyao squinted her eyes and grinned with tiger teeth.

"Uncle, don't rush to leave. I have a paralyzed sister in my family and a mentally ill sister. I also want to sell my hair. Please come in."

"become!"

The uncle picked up the scissors and entered the house again. As soon as he entered the door, Ma Tianrou, who was lying on the window and looking out, immediately flipped out from the collapsed yard wall of the backyard and ran away.

Ma Tianyao took the man to her sister's house first, but didn't see anyone, and then went to her own house. At this moment, Shi Xiaoxiao was lying on her side, snoring.

"Shh, please start with a gentle move. My paralyzed sister is not sleeping well..."

The man looked at Shi Xiaoxiao in confusion and shook his head and sighed.

"Oh, your sister is also very pitiful. She is young, why are she paralyzed? No wonder you keep biting the price and not letting go. Don't worry, we are all from the farmhouse household. The uncle will give you a real price this time. Your sister's hair is not as long as you are. Don't bargain, 500 yuan!"

Shi Xiaoxiao is different from Ma Tianyao. He is the daughter of the King of Drawn. His hair is curled and straight. I don’t know how many times he has tossed.

But those who collect hair prefer this type of hair the most. The permed hair is not of good quality, so the price will definitely be greatly discounted. Moreover, Shi Xiaoxiao's hair is a little shorter, and it is actually good to spend 500 yuan.

Ma Tianyao nodded, but asked a question anyway.

"Uncle, my sister cut it from the root, can I add another 100?"

The uncle was almost crazy. He looked at the messy environment in the house and sighed and nodded.

"Forget it, today I'm not making money. 600 is about 600. It's not easy for you to serve a paralyzed sister alone."

Fearing to wake Shi Xiaoxiao up, Ma Tianyao gently put her hair with her hands, then nodded to the uncle.

Crack...

With a few scissors on it, Shi Xiaoxiao also had the same hairstyle as Ma Tianyao.

Ma Tianrou, hiding behind the wall outside, patted her little heart and ran away a little worriedly.

Holding 1,600 yuan, Ma Tianyao felt much more at ease now.

As soon as she left, she immediately carried a bamboo basket to the market in the town. Now that she has money, she can't ignore the system's millet porridge task. It's not unreasonable to be electrocuted every day.

It is still Ma Cuiping’s grain and oil store, but the price of millet is much more expensive than rice. At the worst price, it is more than 3 yuan per kilogram.

"Xiao Yao, you sold your hair? Why did you cut it so short?"

Ma Cuiping greeted her with a smile.

"Haha, it's cooler if it's shorter. Sister Cuiping, are there any better millet? Weigh me a few pounds."

“A little better?”

Ma Cuiping was stunned because Ma Tianyao came to her store countless times, whether it was buying oil, rice, salt, vinegar, or pickles, and seeds, she wanted the cheapest one, never for good or bad.

So she wanted to confirm with Ma Tianyao.

"Well, I bought a slightly better Xiaomi this time."

"Okay, then call it this way, 5 yuan per pound, I will calculate 5 yuan for you."

"Okay, thank you Sister Cuiping."

"What do you want from the same village to thank? I will weigh you five kilograms first and take them."

Ma Tianyao thanked again and took Xiaomi home.
Chapter completed!