Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Suddenly, Du Jizhou stunned and exhaled short and convulsively. He opened his mouth and stared at the three copper coins in Song Fengchen's hand. There was a choking in his throat: "Doudou, how many do you say?"

The girl was blank and confirmed: "Two."

Du Jizhou and Wang Jianshe looked at Song Fengchen together.

Song Fengchen had a feeling in his heart, and he asked again, "Will that uncle give these two copper coins to Doudou?"

The girl looked at Du Jizhou subconsciously.

At this point, Du Jizhou didn't know where the child really had a problem. He endured grief and nodded at the girl.

The girl stretched out her hand and took away the two copper coins on the left and the middle of Song Fengchen's hand.

"Good!" Song Fengchen reached out and touched the top of the girl's hair, the girl's breathing eased, she slowly closed her eyes, and fell into a drowsiness.

Du Jizhou carefully put the child back on the bed and returned to the main hall. With a plop, he knelt down to Song Fengchen: "Comrade Song, please save my three poor children. I'll kowtow to you..."

Song Fengchen hurriedly reached out to help him up, "Don't worry, I'm here now. I definitely want to help with this."

Wang Jianshe next to him couldn't help but asked, "Comrade Song, what happened to Doudou?"

Du Jizhou also suddenly returned to his senses, staring at Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen spread his hand, and in his palm was the copper coin that the girl could not see. He said in a deep voice, "If I didn't guess wrong, the three children in your family should have lost consciousness among the three souls. That's why. I have these symptoms right now."

Du Jizhou didn't understand the soul-consciousness. He was anxious and said in a hurried tone: "Then Comrade Song, do you just need to find Doudou and their soul-consciousness?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Song Fengchen frowned. "If it's just an accident, it's okay, but it's just that your three children are doing things together, I'm afraid that someone is playing tricks behind the scenes."

"What?" Du Jizhou became more anxious.

This soul-straining method cannot be said to be innocent. If the consciousness of the three children can't return, the pain will continue to torture them, until the bones and blood are not smooth, the bones of the whole body are stiff and they become a corpse.

Song Fengchen said with relief: "Things are not too bad. The three children in your family are still alive, which means that the other party simply wants to torture your family. It is not necessarily true. At least it can ensure that the children's consciousness is safe and sound in his hands."

Du Jizhou Hong looked at him, but he was not comforted at all.

Song Fengchen paused and continued: "Instead of just being so anxious, Du Xian... Comrade Du, it is better to think about whether you have offended anyone in the ordinary days, or how could the other party deal such a cruel hand to your house!"

Who offends?

Du Jizhou subconsciously thought of a person.

"What?" Song Fengchen asked.

Du Jizhou frowned, but shook his head: "Think of someone, but she is just an ordinary crazy woman."

Du Jizhou obviously didn't want to say more, and Song Fengchen didn't ask too much. Since he couldn't get any favorable information from him, he had to use some means.

Song Fengchen said immediately: "If this is the case, please trouble Comrade Du to find a live rooster and half a bowl of rice wine. It is useful to me."

"I'll go." It was Wang Jianshe who answered.

Song Fengchen turned and walked into the room, and took a handful of eyebrows and hair from the girl.

When Wang Jianshe came back, Song Fengchen first burned the handful of eyebrows to ashes, mixed it with rice wine and poured the rooster down.

Wang Jianshe let go, the rooster flapped its wings, walked awkwardly for two laps, fell directly to the ground, and his left foot twitched vigorously.

Then he saw Song Fengchen weaving the girl's hair into a string, putting on the copper coin, and wrapping it around the rooster's neck.

He stretched out **** and gestured on the rooster for a while, then suddenly shouted: "Get up—"

Under the horrified gazes of Du Jizhou and the two, only the twitching movement of the left foot of the **** stopped suddenly, one dazzling, and the **** stood up staring.

Song Fengchen stopped: "Go—"

The rooster closed its eyes and stiffened. It lifted one paw with a single stroke, took a step forward, and landed on the ground, then lifted the other paw with a single stroke...

Song Fengchen picked up the bag and chased after him.

When Du Jizhou saw this, he put away the horror in his eyes, with a solemn expression: "Let's follow."

In this way, a big red-crowned rooster walked with a big horse with a golden sword in front, and Song Fengchen and the three followed at the same pace.

…

On the mountainside, in a dilapidated thatched house.

"Come on, drink some water." Li Mengkun took the water and walked to the bed.

Lying on the bed was a middle-aged woman in her thirties with withered hair and a sick look on her face. She barely opened her eyes and took a difficult sip of water with Li Mengkun's hand, but before the slobber swallowed her throat, she sprayed Li Mengkun's face in the heart-piercing cough.

The middle-aged woman had no eyes at all. She looked at Li Mengkun, who was hurriedly putting down the coarse porcelain bowl and raising her sleeves to wipe her face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Li, tell me the truth, how long can I live."

Li Mengkun's wiping of his face slowly stopped: "If you ask what this does, you can just recover from the illness and you will always get better."

The middle-aged woman gasped roughly: "Uncle Li, don't lie to me, don't I know my own body? Uncle Li, I won't live for a few days!"

Li Mengkun's heart trembled.

Sure enough, the middle-aged woman reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, her muddy eyes suddenly burst out with a bit of light, "Uncle Li, before dying, I must see Du Jizhou's family ruined. This is my only wish."

Li Mengkun's body shook, and he staggered back two steps, unbearable, "Why are you doing this again?"

Seeing the corner of her clothes pull away from her hand, the middle-aged woman didn't know where the strength came from. She struggling forward and almost fell off the bed. She raised her head with difficulty and shouted hysterically: "If it weren't for Du Jizhou, I How come you have fallen to this point, my poor Taozi, he was only seven years old when he died."

The middle-aged woman gasped and cried bitterly: "Uncle Li, just take it as I beg you, you help me, and I can die with peace of mind, Uncle Li..."

Li Mengkun's gaze fell on the wooden box under the table.

The middle-aged woman's voice rose so sharply in an instant: "Uncle Li, just take it as I beg you, don't you forget that if I hadn't saved the ration for you back then, you would have starved to death..."

Hearing this, Li Mengkun couldn't help shaking his hands, as if he was remembering something.

After a long time, his throat dried up, "Okay."

"Uncle Li!" A touch of ecstasy immediately appeared on the middle-aged woman's face.

Li Mengkun turned around and moved towards the wooden box.

At this moment, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the house.

Immediately after the door was kicked open vigorously, a rooster rushed in, with his head against the wooden box, reluctantly, and stepped on the spot.

It was Song Fengchen three who came here.

Seeing the peach wood sword in Song Fengchen's hand, Li Mengkun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Du Yunli?" Seeing the middle-aged woman on the bed, Du Ji exclaimed on Monday, then his face whitened, and said: "It's really you?"

Song Fengchen turned his head slightly: "What the **** is going on?"

Du Jizhou looked gloomy and didn't speak.

Wang Jianshe said in a deep voice: "Seven years ago, Doudou's two older brothers fell into the water with Du Yunli's son. Following Monday's anxiety, they first saved their children. Before she could save her son, her son drowned."