Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

After fixing a good time, Zhou Haochang and Song Fengchen returned to the living room.

"Let go of us, what are you doing..." Zhou Haoming and his wife struggled desperately. They knelt on the ground, their hands and feet tied firmly with ropes.

The Chen family snorted and patted the dust on his hands. Hearing footsteps, he turned around and said, "Uncle San, Deputy Director Zhou."

Zhou Haoming and his wife were silent for a moment.

The room fell into a dead silence.

Zhou Haoming's forehead was sweating coldly, and his body tightened involuntarily. For a while, he raised his head tremblingly, facing Zhou Haochang's cold gaze.

Zhou Haochang couldn't hide his sadness, and the joy on his face because of his son's upcoming recovery disappeared completely at this moment, "You are my eldest brother, and Maoxing is your nephew."

Zhou Haoming lowered his head and said nothing.

Zhou Haochang said again: "I am Zhou Haochang, why can't I be sorry to you, Zhou Haoming."

"I will feed and drink Lazarus for your family, and try my best to satisfy your various extraordinary requirements."

"In this way, you are still not satisfied, and you will kill my son."

"Zhou Haoming, how can you do it!"

"Or, you still have a grudge against me for not intervening to help you keep your job."

Zhou Haoming gritted his teeth: "It's this time, what are you doing with so much nonsense."

What Zhou Haochang said was based on the premise that his son Zhou Maoxing was a fool, and he had to rely on Zhou Haoming to take care of his son. When his son Zhou Maoxing was done, Zhou Haochang could still dig like this. Is the lung good for them?

The work thing is just a catalyst.

If he can't do it, their family will really have to go to eat the chaffy vegetables.

People don't die for themselves!

Zhou Haochang fell into silence directly, "Let's go."

Zhou Haoming raised his head fiercely, and then suddenly realized that he was unbelievable.

Zhou Haochang said: "I really can't do anything to you."

Zhou Haoming's mind suddenly became alive again.

Zhou Haochang expressionlessly: "I can sit in this position today, do you really think I am so good to bully? I don't need to trouble you, but you will remember it for me, if I really want to kill you It’s a breeze."

"If you dare to spread the matter of today, it will be known. Do you think I will fall first, or I will kill your family first. What's more, if my body is stained, you think your family will be better off?"

Lianzao is still admired these days, but the theory of pedigree is the only one. What "Lao Tzu is a hero and a hero, Lao Tzu is a reactionary bastard", is to "cut the grass and wipe out the roots" of political enemies, and the family composition is traced back to the three clans.

It can be said that if something happens to Zhou Haochang, Zhou Haoming's family really don't want to stay out of it.

Zhou Haochang was convinced that Zhou Haoming was not so daring to expose him, but of course he wouldn’t let Zhou Haoming’s family go so easily. Didn’t Zhou Haoming say that he was eating chaffy vegetables in the countryside? Then he had thousands of people. Hundreds of ways have kept Zhou Haoming's family stuck in the countryside to eat chaff.

After speaking, Zhou Haochang motioned to the Chen family boss to untie the ropes for Zhou Haoming and his wife.

Zhou Haoming, who originally wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail Zhou Haochang for a wave, looked disappointed and let the Chen family boss move.

In the end, he got up from the ground embarrassedly, without looking at the middle-aged woman, but gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go."

The messy footsteps faded away, and Zhou Haochang's tight face instantly collapsed.

It is impossible to say that it is not uncomfortable to be betrayed by one's own brother.

At this time, it would be better to leave the space for him to be quiet.

Song Fengchen picked up the bamboo basket, put it on his back, and said, "Since Deputy Director Zhou, you have already taken care of your affairs, and I have something to do on my side, let's say goodbye."

"Oh." Zhou Haochang reacted, "Good good."

As if thinking of something, he quickly took out a bulging red envelope from his pocket, which he had prepared long ago.

He stuffed the red envelope directly into Song Fengchen's hand, "Trouble Comrade Song to run this hard, it's not a trivial meaning."

Song Fengchen seemed to be in a good mood: "Deputy Director Zhou is polite."

"Yes, it should."

After that, Zhou Haochang looked at the Chen family boss next to him, "I also want to thank Comrade Chen. Thanks to your recommendation, I saved my life and saved my son."

"No, no, it's all the credit of my third uncle." The Chen family boss's heart was pounding like a thunder.

Zhou Haochang thought for a while, "Speaking of which, Comrade Chen has been working as the captain of the production brigade in Yuexi Village for seven or eight years!"

The boss of the Chen family dried up: "It's been seven and a half years."

Zhou Haochang nodded: "Work hard, the party and the country have more important tasks to be entrusted to you next."

…

"Recovered."

Song Fengchen stretched out his hand to return to the Chen family boss, and a bicycle whizzed past where he stood just now. The bicycle stopped crookedly, and the owner of the car turned around and cursed: "I'm blind, don't you look at the road when you walk?"

The eldest son of the Chen family, who was wandering beyond the sky, finally reacted. He looked back at the tube building behind him, and said with a dazed expression: "Uncle San, I'm not dreaming!"

Song Fengchen smiled: "Congratulations, Deputy Secretary Chen, I got my wish."

The boss of the Chen family smiled, his heart was filled with honey, his brows were open and his face glowed red: "No, thanks to your third uncle, how could Deputy Director Zhou agree to help me."

His heart is bright.

"That's right," the Chen family's boss lit up, "Uncle San, how much money did Deputy Director Zhou give you."

"I haven't read it yet." Song Fengchen took out the red envelope that Zhou Haochang had just stuffed him from his pocket.

The boss of the Chen family watched Song Fengchen open the red envelope and found out a thick stack of banknotes. He subconsciously exclaimed, "So many?"

Song Fengchen roughly counted them, and there were only twenty of the brand-new Great Unity alone, worth two hundred yuan. In addition to cash, there are a small stack of various tickets, oil tickets, industrial tickets, cloth tickets, and meat tickets...There are also 40 or 50 scattered, and they are all large in denominations, and they are all things that rural people are in short supply.

The boss of the Chen family smashed his mouth and recovered from the shock, "Yes, all said that, three years of clearing the prefect, 100,000 snowflake silver, Deputy Director Zhou, this is not much different."

He was thoughtful, "By the way, did you say that you still have things to do?"

Song Fengchen gave a hum, and collected all the cash and tickets, "I lack everything at home, so I have finally come to the county town at this moment, just in time to buy something to go back."

Thinking of the empty appearance of the Song family, the eldest son of the Chen family couldn't help but nodded, and he asked, "Then Sanshu, what are you going to buy, I can't understand the county seat."

"Clothes, rapeseed oil, kerosene, toilet paper, washing powder, towels, rice white noodles..." Song Fengchen thought for a while and added: "There is still smoke."

He touched the red envelope in his pocket, if he hadn't just got so much money and tickets, how dare he open his mouth.

Things are not average.

The Chen family boss said, "Don’t buy clothes. Everything in the department store is expensive. It just happens that Uncle San, you have a cloth ticket here, so just pull some cloth and let my mother make it for you. My daughter-in-law, it happens to be a slack farm now."

"Also." Song Fengchen didn't mind careful calculations.

"Towels, toilet paper, washing powder and the like can be bought at the supply and marketing cooperatives with industrial tickets. You don't have food stamps in your hand. You can't buy fine grains such as rice and white flour." He moved to Song Fengchen's side: "But there are some in the black market. , But things are not expensive in general."

Song Fengchen nodded.

"That's OK." The Chen family boss made a decision: "Let's go to the supply and marketing agency first and find the second child."

"good."

Follow the boss of the Chen family to pick up the bullock cart and walk along the road to the end, where the supply and marketing cooperative is located.

This is a two-storey small western-style building. On the left side of the gate, there is a white vertical plaque that reads "Dong County Hongzhen People's Commune Supply and Marketing Cooperative".

There was a long line at the door, and the Chen family boss looked inside and took Song Fengchen to the backyard with his familiarity.

After a while, the second son of the Chen family ran out: "Uncle San, eldest brother."

The Chen family boss said immediately: "Let's buy something."

Song Fengchen directly took out the Great Unity and the ticket and stuffed it into the old secondhand of the Chen family. He didn't bother to list the things he needed one by one, and said directly: "You can take care of it, take all the daily necessities here. Give me a copy."

"So much?" The Chen family's second child was startled.

"Deputy Director Zhou gave it." The Chen family boss said cheerfully.

"His family's affairs have been resolved?" Chen's second child's heart beat.

"almost."

"Then brother, you?"

The old man of the Chen family was excited, and patted the second child of the Chen family on the shoulder: "Okay, go ahead and do it."

The second child of the Chen family understood, and he grinned. If his eldest brother became the deputy secretary of the commune, it would be more beneficial to him.

"Okay, I'm going now!" The second son of the Chen family lowered his voice: "It just happened that yesterday we had a batch of new goods here."

After ten minutes, he ran out, "Uncle San, or the tarpaulin raincoat, half price, but it's a bit flawed."

The Chen family boss pulled Song Fengchen and winked at him.

Song Fengchen, who was still hesitant at first, nodded: "Yes."

After a while, he ran out again: "Uncle San, the enamel basin, half price, a bit flawed."

There is no need for the Chen family boss to remind him at this moment. Song Fengchen nodded directly: "Yes."

Then: "Uncle San, kettle, half price."

Song Fengchen: "Yes."

Then again: "Uncle San, copper kettle."

Song Fengchen: "Yes."

To the end: "Nothing."

The second son of the Chen family took out a handful of banknotes and returned it to Song Fengchen: "I ran out of industrial tickets, cloth tickets and so on. We live in the country. Unless we ran over to line up in the middle of the night, we would definitely not be able to buy meat, so I took the meat ticket. I gave it to my colleague for three yuan."

"Okay." Song Fengchen roughly counted, and there were more than one hundred dollars left. He looked back at what was almost half a bullock cart, and had to be amazed at the prices of this era.

With that said, the second son of the Chen family took out a paper bag and stuffed it to Song Fengchen: "Uncle San, this is my eldest brother and I honoring you."

"What?" Song Fengchen opened the bag and saw that there were more than a dozen packs of cigarettes in it, and the word swimming was written on the box.

"Thanks." Song Fengchen did not refuse.