Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Ah Hai was also convinced.

This master cuts hair once a week, and he can't stand it if his hair grows even one centimeter longer, as if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Then Master, I'm leaving first!"

Lin Jiu hummed softly, lifted the hem of his skirt, and sat in front of the mirror.

"Good morning, Jiu. Is it still the same as before?"

Master Fang from this barber shop is almost sixty years old, two years older than Lin Jiu.

He has been cutting Lin Jiu's hair for the past 35 years.

This kid has never liked to have long hair since he was a child.

He still remembered the first time this kid came, he was wearing open-crotch pants and was held by an old Taoist priest, who actually said to him with a stern face:

"Uncle, please shave my hair short, both in front and in the back!"

Lin Jiu's chubby face has now become a small square face.

His black hair was now mixed with a little white, but the expression on his face remained as serious as it had been for thirty years.

While he was cutting, Master Fang's wife came out and handed Lin Jiu a glass of water.

Lin Jiu didn't even stretch out his hand, and even leaned his upper body to the side. "Just put it on the table. I'll drink it later."

Master Fang waved his hand, told his wife to go away, and then turned Lin Jiu's head back, "Don't move. I'm telling you, when will you get over your fear of women? How can you find a wife like this?"

Everyone in the town knows that there is a Taoist temple in the downtown area, and that a Taoist priest named Lin lives in the temple.

This Taoist Priest Lin has a slightly sour face and a problem that women cannot get close to him, but his profound Taoist skills are among the best in the area.

Lin Jiu smiled at him indifferently, "It's okay if it can't be healed. Lin Mouzhi is not here. It's not a big deal. You can cut it quickly. I have something else to do."

……

At this time, Lin Jiu, whose head was restrained, and Master Fang, who was busy, did not notice that a woman in white, looking left and right, and a constable were walking on the street.

When Jingzhi first came to this era, she felt her heart was empty, yet full of anticipation.

Because she knew that there must be a Jiu waiting for her ahead.

This time she landed at the entrance of an alley.

There was no danger, at least not to her.

But for the petty thief who stole something, it might not be so good.

He saw with his own eyes that a hole appeared in the empty alley. The hole seemed to have distorted time and space, and emitted a faint halo of light.

Then a white-haired woman was spit out.

At that moment, he was so scared that his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground.

Jingzhi had just grabbed his collar and was about to ask what era it was when he saw two constables, one fat and one thin, chasing after him.

"Thank you for your help, young lady! This thief is a habitual criminal. Please hand him over to us."

Jingzhi looked the two men up and down at their clothes, then picked up the thief and handed him to them, "Oh, here you go!"

The fat constable was called Da He. He couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw Jingzhi carrying a big man with one hand without any effort at all.

Even if it was him, he would grimace if he had to lift a grown man off the ground with one hand.

He took out a rope and, together with the thin constable Xiao Jiang, tied up the thief. Then he asked tentatively:

"Isn't the girl from here?"

Jingzhi was stunned. Not only was she not from this place, she was also an illegal resident of this time and space. Why was her household registration checked as soon as she arrived? What should she do?

Just as she was racking her brains to come up with an excuse, the fat constable had already finished thinking about it.

He and Xiao Jiang patrol here every day, and the locals can tell who he is just by looking at his back.

This person has the kind of unforgettable beauty, he must have never seen one before.

In conjunction with the recent drought in the north, people have been displaced and many have moved south with their families.

And judging by the clothes that wrapped her tightly, Da He could almost conclude that she was one of the people who migrated south.

"Miss, do you have a pass?" asked Da He.

Jingzhi was confused again. What the hell? What did you say?

"Is there... or not...?"

Seeing that she looked embarrassed to speak, Xiao Jiang also started to imagine it.

It’s so beautiful, could it be that her luggage was stolen on the way to escape south?

I have seen several such incidents in the past few days.

"Where is the household registration?" Xiao Jiang asked.

Jingzhi Waterfall sweat, "Well..."

Xiao Jiang: Yes, my household registration book must have been stolen as well.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have one. We're just about to go back to the government office. You can just come with us and apply for a new one. However, if you apply for one here, your household registration will be with us."

"Ah?" Jingzhi clenched her hands, feeling a little embarrassed. "But I'm here to look for someone. I can't stay here forever."

Da He smiled knowingly, "Looking for relatives, right? I understand, I understand. But if you don't have a travel permit or household registration, you'll be stuck if you go to other places. It's better to get one first. If you want to transfer your household registration later, you can just come to the government office and it will be done."

Jingzhi was delighted: "Okay!"

Now that she is here, she doesn’t care where her household registration is.

According to Zhe Gu, if there is no love, the first thing to do is to have financial strength to ensure one's own survival.

Xiao Jiang dragged the little thief back to the yamen.

Jingzhi followed Da He out of the alley, looking around and taking in the clothing, customs and practices of this era.

She originally wanted to find something to do, but after watching for a while, her brows furrowed more and more.

By the way, why does this era seem even more conservative than Ajiu’s era?

There is no Western element on the street. People with pigtails coexist with people with short hair.

This is somewhat similar to the late Qing Dynasty, which preceded the Republic of China.

As for why she was so sure, it was because someone was squatting in the corner smoking opium in public.

The man looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets, but his eyes were blurred and the corners of his mouth were raised high, as if he was trapped in a crazy and beautiful dream.

Da He followed her gaze and couldn't help but sigh and said:

"Oh, don't look at them. There are people like them everywhere. Stay away from them. Once they get high, they're all crazy."

Jingyi nodded solemnly, "Okay."

Da He saw her looking around again, so he asked her:

"Who are you looking for? We'll go back and look through the household registration book later and help you find it."

Jingzhi was overjoyed: "Lin Jiu! I'm looking for Lin Jiu! His name might be Lin Zhengying. Go back and help me find him!"

Da He stopped and turned around, "Lin Jiu? Are you looking for Uncle Jiu?"

Jing Zhiqiang suppressed his excited heart, swallowed his saliva and said: "I don't know if it's him. I have to see him in person to know."

Da He smiled and pointed to the Taoist temple in front of him on the left. "There are several people named Lin Jiu in our town. Of course, the most famous one is Uncle Jiu from this Taoist temple. Why don't you go and take a look first?"

"Okay, okay." It was really effortless, Jingzhi quickly agreed.

……

"Knock knock knock."

Excited heart, trembling hands.

Jingzhi pinched her fingers and knocked on the door of the Taoist temple.

Ah Hai opened a door and was dazzled by her beauty. After a while, he turned around and asked the familiar face:

"Hey, Big Brother He, how come you have time to come today? Who is this person?"

Da He touched his head and said with a smile:

"She said she wanted to see Uncle Jiu, so I brought her over to see him."

"My Master?!"

Ah Hai found it a little unbelievable. His master was a stubborn middle-aged man who had absolutely no luck with women. How could such a beautiful girl suddenly come to him?

"My master hasn't come back yet. You know, once a week."

Ah Hai counted the days and suddenly realized:

"Yeah, then we'll come down next time."

Da He walked out again silently with Jingzhi, who was confused.

Jingzhi: "Um, what do you mean once a week?"

Da He: "Oh, that's Uncle Jiu's habit, getting his hair cut once a week."

Jingzhi's eyes suddenly became hot.

She was almost certain that the Lin Jiu in the constable's hands was her Ah Jiu.

He still remembered the agreement he had made with her.

Then does he...still remember her?