The clothes of the men and women in the village, old and young, were handmade by the women at home. The style was particularly rustic. This was especially true for the pants. The pants on the unlined garment were not too ugly, but the cotton pants were even more ugly. In winter, everyone's pants would look as swollen as if they had a urine bubble hanging from them. In a cotton jacket and pants, everyone would look like a bear with pus. In the winter, she was naked in a pair of cotton pants, not even a pair of shorts.
The villagers also envied the city people for their western-style clothes, but the rural women did not know how to make such western-style clothes. Her mother had lived in the city before, so she was really unwilling to dress like the villagers. However, she had never learned how to sew, nor did she know how to make western-style clothes. She tried to cut them based on her imagination. The clothes she made were neither rustic nor foreign, but they were much better than the styles made by the locals in the village.
All the men, regardless of their age, had their heads shaved with a razor. When I was young, I was most afraid of shaving my head. Every time I shaved my head, I would cry. Every time I shaved my head, I would be beaten. First, I was afraid of the pain of shaving my head. Second, I thought it was ugly to shave my head. When he grew a little older, he no longer shaved his head. Instead, he shaved his head into a bowl cut. The sides were shaved cleanly, and the hair on the top drooped down in all directions. It was even uglier. She was always envious of the children's hair in the books, but she had no choice. The village's shavers didn't even have a pair of scissors other than a razor.
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