The barber took great care cutting and trimming the old man's hair, finishing with a shave. Li Long was in no hurry. He sat in his chair, feeling a little drowsy.
Mostly, he was exhausted from yesterday. Li Long wondered whether he would rank first if WeChat's step-count leaderboard existed now.
Oh, no chance. Those fools like Li Junfeng would rank even higher. After all, they had another ten kilometers to walk home.
Thinking of the people who logged forty or fifty thousand steps on those leaderboards in later years, he had found it amazing back then. How could anyone walk that much? Now that he thought about it, if step counters existed in this era, probably every adult in the countryside would log over thirty thousand steps a day.
Heh. No wonder rural people in their seventies and eighties could still work in the fields in later years, yet wilted as soon as they stopped working.
Life really was about exercise-not absolutely, though.
While his thoughts wandered, the old man's haircut was finished. The barber carefully wiped away the loose hairs with a towel, then brought over a mirror and handed it to him.
"Master Wang, how does that look?"
"Good, good. Why wouldn't it be? I like your haircuts best." Old Master Wang stood up, brushed the loose hairs off his clothes, and took a roll of small bills from his pocket. He counted out twenty cents and handed it to the barber. "Here, your money."
"All right." The barber took the money, reminded the old man to put his hat on properly, and saw him to the door with a smile. Then he turned to Li Long.
"Young comrade, what sort of haircut would you like?"
"Something shorter." Li Long wanted to say a crew cut, but