The second day of the second lunar month, the Dragon Raises Its Head.
Zhao Jun got up early that day. After eating the breakfast Zhao Youcai had made, he moved a stool into his room and waited for his mom to come shave his head.
The more rural the area, the more people followed tradition. You weren't supposed to get a haircut during the first lunar month—a rule most people followed, unless they had a grudge against their maternal uncle.
While shaving Zhao Jun's head, Wang Meilan reminded him, "Son, you start work tomorrow. You need to settle down and focus now."
"Mm," Zhao Jun replied. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll definitely work hard."
Wang Meilan smiled faintly. For the past half-year, Zhao Jun had been doing very well, making her proud in every respect. Wang Meilan was very satisfied.
Most importantly, the money stashed in the cabinet on Wang Meilan's kang just kept piling up.
Just as Zhao Jun's head was almost shaved, Li Baoyu came in from outside and called out, "Auntie."
