Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Xu Shujian had an injury on his foot. In addition, some time ago, he suffered a cold and suffered severe physical loss. At this time, his condition was fierce. He lay in bed for two or three days. Fortunately, Chen Er's sister-in-law helped to look after him.

As for the bullpen, Zheng Dehui wrote the prescription that night, and he carried the boss of the Chen family back to sneak some medicinal materials from the county hospital, only to hear that the two old gentlemen who were seriously ill were temporarily out of danger.

On this day in mid-April, Song Fengchen returned home early.

Chen Er's sister-in-law is not there, Zheng Dehui is changing the dressing of the wound on Xu Shujian's foot.

Hearing that Zheng Dehui was going back to cook lunch, Song Fengchen took out a pheasant from his back basket—this was an extra harvest from his going up the mountain today, and he wrapped a few Gastrodia elata for him.

"This, how embarrassing it is!" Zheng Dehui couldn't hide his embarrassment, saying that the feeling of being under the fence was uncomfortable, and the taste of being favored by others was not much different.

"It's okay." Song Fengchen stuffed him with things: "These things are easy to come by, just to make up for Mr. Xu and the others."

Hearing what he said, there is no reason for Zheng Dehui to refuse, and a thousand words are combined into one sentence: "Then thank you Song Xiaoge."

Song Fengchen sent him out.

When she came back again, Xu Shujian lay on the bed, tilting her head and looking at him.

Song Fengchen saw that his energy level had improved a lot, and he felt that lying in bed all day is not so good. He asked, "Should you go out to bask in the sun?"

Xu Shujian's eyes lit up: "Can you?"

"Yes." Song Fengchen thought for a while, turned around and walked out. After a few minutes, he came back and walked to the bed: "I will help you up."

With that, he lifted the quilt on Xu Shujian's body.

Putting on the coat and shoes and socks with Song Fengchen's hands, Xu Shu simply put his hands on the edge of the bed, intending to stand up, but he didn't want his weak body to be unable to lift the slightest strength. His legs softened and he staggered forward and rushed forward. , Went straight into Song Fengchen's arms.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Xu Shujian with the shriveled bones under her body panicked.

At this moment, Song Fengchen spoke. He broke the embarrassment, his tone was calm, and his concern could not be more simple: "Why, I can't make it harder?"

For a moment, Xu Shujian wondered if he was thinking too much, he dragged his long nasal voice: "Yeah."

The next moment, he rose into the air, and hurriedly put his hands around Song Fengchen's neck subconsciously, in a daze, his gaze was facing the scum on Song Fengchen's chin in twos and threes.

When Xu Shujian came back to his senses, he was already lying on a simple bed made of wooden planks in the open space in front of the soil house, and Song Fengchen even covered him with a quilt intimately.

He was flustered, but Song Fengchen looked as usual.

Xu Shujian watched Song Fengchen go in and out, and in a short while, a simple earthen stove was set up.

When he caught fire, Song Fengchen strained his spine and poured all the gastrodia elata harvested in the past few days into the pot, adding water just to not pass the gastrodia elata.

After hesitating for a while, he turned his head back abruptly, and met Xu Shu's almost distracted gaze, "What's the matter?"

With a buzzing sound, Xu Shujian recovered, speaking incoherently: "Ah? Nothing, no..."

Song Fengchen looked at him calmly.

"..."

Xu Shujian slumped.

Song Fengchen was too calm, and he wondered more and more whether he was thinking too much. Song Fengchen actually took care of him as an ordinary patient because of guilt, and these things happened just by coincidence...

It is not unreasonable to think so.

Xu Shujian sighed quietly, abandoning distracting thoughts: "Why did you come back so early today?"

Song Fengchen stared at the water splashing up and down in the pot, and replied: "The Gastrodia elata dug on the hills that I used to go to these days are about to be dug. I plan to find another place. It just so happens that the gastrodia elata dug before has to take time to concoct it. So I just came back."

As he said, he withdrew the open flame in the stove pit, poured the gastrodia elata cooked in the pot into the prepared enamel basin next to him, took out the needle and thread, stringed the gastrodia elata one by one and put them in the sun to dry.

Once they are dry, they can be sold on the black market.

Xu Shujian did not speak any more, staring at Song Fengchen's movements for a long time, until a touch of sleepiness struck his heart, he shrank into the quilt, and slowly closed his eyes.

Listening to the light breathing in his ear, Song Fengchen stopped the work in his hand and let out a sigh of relief.

When he turned his head, the warm sun shone on Xu Shujian, covering the paleness of his face, and the gentle breeze slowly smelled of tranquility.

After drying the gastrodia, the Chen family came while Song Fengchen was fiddled with the wheelchair space.

Chen Er's sister-in-law put down a basket of eggs in her hand, looked at the rudimentary wheelchair in front of her, and asked a little surprised: "Will you still do this?"

"It's messing around." Song Fengchen said with a smile.

In his previous life, he worked as an apprentice with an old craftsman for a few months, knowing a little bit of simple carpentry work.

He looked at the two brothers of the Chen family. The boss of the Chen family was carrying two old hens, and the second child of the Chen family was carrying two large pieces of bacon. "What are you?"

"Look at me, I almost forgot." Chen Er's sister-in-law opened her eyes and smiled: "Thanks to Fengchen, our boss has been elected as the deputy secretary of the commune.

"Don't." Song Fengchen patted the sawdust on his hands, and said bluntly: "I really want to talk about it, I have to thank my nephew, if it weren't for him, how could I have done such a good thing."

Chen Er's sister-in-law was speechless. She knew about this. After her boss came back, she vividly described what happened at Deputy Director Zhou's house. I won't say anything else, she only knew that Song Fengchen just said a few words, and Deputy Director Zhou stuffed a small amount of 200 yuan and a lot of various tickets.

This is more than—

A few days later, Song Fengchen still has to go to Deputy Director Zhou’s home for a ‘re-treatment’. When his son really gets better, Deputy Director Zhou shouldn’t give Song Fengchen a bigger red envelope?

It's just one yard to one yard, and Chen Er's sister-in-law said: "You can't count it like that. It's your skill that you can solve the affairs of Deputy Director Zhou's house. If it weren't for this, how could the boss become the deputy secretary."

She couldn't help but said: "My house set up a water table the day after tomorrow. I wondered that you might not like that kind of scene, so I sent you the thank you gift first. It's not a valuable thing."

"That's okay." Song Fengchen couldn't shirk, so he nodded.

Chen Er's sister-in-law is right. He really has no interest in the running water table in her house. It is one aspect of not being able to delay entering the mountain. What is more important is that he is too lazy to deal with these villagers in Yuexi Village. If you really want to get there, you have to get some blinding eyes, no need.

"Okay, then we will go back first."

With that said, Chen Er's wife led the Chen family's boss away, but Chen's second child stayed.

"What?" Song Fengchen looked at him.

The second son of the Chen family smirked, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket like a dog, smoked a cigarette, handed it to Song Fengchen, and struck a match.

Then he said: "Uncle San, I want to ask you for help."

Song Fengchen leaned forward with a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and gave a hum.

The second son of the Chen family threw the matchstick under his feet and stepped on it. "Uncle San, do you still remember when something happened to my house, I helped you go to the waste collection station to find something?"

Song Fengchen nodded, "What happened?"

"It's not an incident," Chen's second child said with a sullen face: "At the beginning, something happened to the clerk of the waste collection station I asked for, and he was particularly sensitive to these strange things. At that time, he I found that the things I was looking for were very weird, so I fell in love with it. As a result, I was drunk by him when I invited him to a meal yesterday and gave him a favor.

"Did he threaten you?" Song Fengchen said in a bad tone.

"No." The second son of the Chen family said helplessly: "He almost knelt down to me, begging me to meet you on the line."

"Yeah." Song Fengchen's expression improved a lot.

"Look at the third uncle?" Chen's second child looked at him baffledly.

Song Fengchen glanced at him, it was all here, what else could he say?

The second Chen family smiled, turned around and rushed out, and then walked in with a middle-aged man.

Yes, the feeling is that he will not refuse after eating and preparation, so people directly brought it over.

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Song Fengchen: The surface is as stable as an old dog, but it's panicked!