Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Song Fengchen was stunned for a while, speaking of it, he seemed to know nothing about Xu Shujian's past.

Without waiting for him to speak, Xu Shujian continued: "I majored in Russian in university. This novel is the first book I independently translated after I entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Xu Shujian remembered that it took him more than half a year to translate this novel. At the time of publication, Xinhua Bookstore paid him a one-off payment of one hundred and twenty-six yuan.

After he got the money, he rushed to the department store to buy a watch. Then, something happened to his grandpa...

Things are wrong, not only others, but also himself.

From the energetic and promising grandson to the desolate and frustrated country villager, it is impossible to say that such a gap is not uncomfortable.

Everything in the past flashed in front of his eyes, Xu Shujian looked sad, and his whole body was full of loneliness that was hard to ignore.

Song Fengchen wondered if he had done something wrong.

He was a little at a loss, but he didn't show it on his face. After a while, he comforted him: "Don't be sad, you will get better!"

This is the truth.

"Probably." Xu Shujian didn't know her heart, so she was already ready to take one step.

He touched the cover of the novel in his hand, barely suppressing his complicated mood, but didn't want to raise his head to hit Song Fengchen's deep eyes.

Song Fengchen was condescending, and his eyes were love that was too late to cover up.

With a hum, Xu Shujian tightened his spine, and the mess in his mind was completely wiped out. He opened his mouth and stumbled: "You...I..."

Song Fengchen reacted, calmed down the panic in his heart, calmly, and hummed softly: "Yeah."

It seems to be answering a normal question.

Song Fengchen's understatement instantly defeated Xu Shujian's series of excuses for deliberately avoiding this conversation.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Xu Shujian's heartbeat was thunderous, and she hardly dared to look at Song Fengchen directly.

It is said that eating people's mouth is short and people's hands are soft.

Xu Shujian wondered how he should tactfully refuse to save the benefactor's face. He pursed his lips and heard a footstep amidst confusion. When I looked up again, Song Fengchen was no longer in the room.

Xu Shujian breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, he thought, Song Fengchen should know his attitude!

In the kitchen, Song Fengchen didn't feel disappointed either. This was what was expected. There was more than a mountain between him and Xu Shujian.

Who is Xu Shujian, a young official like Yangchun Baixue, even if he is now down and down, his vision is not so low that he would look at a bad country idiot.

But fortunately, Xu Shujian's attitude illustrates a problem, at least he does not exclude homosexuality.

Song Fengchen was already very satisfied.

He thought, how can he give Xu Shujian a chance to say his refusal. As for the future, it only depends on personal means.

With such a thought, coupled with the need to seize the time to excavate Gastrodia elata, for the next five or six days, Song Fengchen went out early and returned late, and he really didn't have much contact with Xu Shujian.

At the end of April, the daytime temperature in the vicinity of Dongxian County rose to 25-6 degrees, and the five-month dormancy period of wild Gastrodia elata began to sprout.

Song Fengchen was also forced to stop his plan to enter the mountain.

He roughly calculated his harvest over the past half month. The wet product of gastrodia elata he dug was almost 30 kilograms. If it were made into dry product, the average dry rate of four to one should be seven. The dry product is about jin.

In the black market before, Boss Zhao said that the purchase price of dry Gastrodia elata from him was eighty-one jin. If the quantity is large, there is still room for price increase. In this way, he can get at least five hundred and sixty yuan for this batch of wild gastrodia.

The rice tank at home is empty again, and the money for taking medicine in the cowshed these days is still paid by the Chen family. Zheng Dehui and their clothes don’t know how many patches have been applied inside and out. They should have changed it a long time ago. Other expenses...With this large sum of money, at least for the next few months, Song Fengchen will not be too tight on hand.

Thinking of this, his footsteps down the mountain couldn't help but briskly.

It was sunset when Song Fengchen reached out and pushed open the door. The Chen family's boss, who had been waiting for a long time inside, heard the sound at first, and suddenly got up from the bench.

See clearly that Song Fengchen is coming in, and the Chen family boss's eyes lit up: "Uncle San, I will wait for you to come back."

"What, something?" Song Fengchen took out the things in his back basket, two or three gastrodia, two bamboo shoots, and a half-dead hare. This is what he has gained from walking around the mountain for a long time today.

"Uncle San, something happened to my Yue family, I would like to invite you to come and have a look."

The words of the Chen family's boss brought Song Fengchen to Qinghe Village, thirty miles away from Yuexi Village.

The father-in-law of the Chen family's eldest son is Li and Li Anming. He has two sons and two daughters. They have not yet separated their families. Except for the two married daughters, a family of more than a dozen people are crowded into four thatched huts.

The two sons of the Li family are older than the Chen family for more than one round. The eldest Li Zhong is an ordinary farmer. The second child, Li Xiao, has served as a soldier.

It was the only son of Li Xiao, the second child of the Li family.

"Comrade Song, drink water." The mother-in-law of the Chen family boss came in with two bowls of sugar water, one bowl was handed to the Chen family boss, and the other was held in front of Song Fengchen.

Taking advantage of the gap between drinking water, Song Fengchen looked at the Li family.

The old man Li Anming sighed, obviously not in the state.

The eldest Li Zhong has a sad face and a little irritable expression.

The second child Li Xiao frowned, but there was no specific emotion on his face.

It's a bit messy.

After a few mouthfuls of sugar, Song Fengchen put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and said, "Thank you sister-in-law, can you take me to see the baby?"

"Okay." It was the old man Li Anming who spoke.

With that, he led Song Fengchen into the room on the left.

In the room, a middle-aged woman in her thirties was sitting on the bedside sobbing softly. Seeing them coming in, she wiped the corners of her eyes and cried out, "Dad."

Li Anming, who was already upset, looked impatient: "Why cry? Why don't you cry at this time, why don't you go to the kitchen to help your mother? Didn't you see the guests?"

The young woman's eyes were red, but she didn't dare to resist. She glanced at the two brothers of the Li family and walked out obediently.

"Comrade Song, look?" The old man Li Anming looked at Song Fengchen, only hope was left in his eyes.

Song Fengchen walked to the bed, lying on the bed was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, clean, with a little baby fat on his face. It seems to be much more beautiful than the other black and thin mud monkeys in Li's family. The parents have taken great care of them when they want to come.

The young man's face was pale, as if he was in a coma.

Song Fengchen stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt on his body. Almost no part of the boy's whole body except his face was intact.

Song Fengchen's gaze fell on the young black aura of Yintang, his brows frowned slightly: "What the **** is going on?"

It was the old man Li Anming who was still talking. He gritted his teeth and his eyes flickered: "It's all to blame for the little Si'er's greedy mouth and ate things that shouldn't be eaten."

A major event happened in Qinghe Village eight years ago.

Zhang Cui in the village died. After being beaten up by her father, she died alive.

Here we have to start with the educated youth in the village.

No village welcomes the arrival of educated youth.

With limited land and limited income, it is necessary to add more than a dozen mouths to share food. From the perspective of their immediate interests, it is impossible for farmers to welcome the arrival of educated youths. They think that this is adding to their burdens for no reason.

More importantly, these educated youths are used to living comfortably in the city, and suddenly they arrive in a rural area where they can’t get enough to eat or wear warmth. When they can’t adapt, they steal the public’s chicken today and the dogs in the neighboring village tomorrow in order to improve their food. , There are tender corn, sweet potatoes, soybeans in the field... roasted and steamed, eaten in various ways, and finally delivered home in large and small packages. Don't be afraid of being caught, just stick to the neck and refuse to admit it. Why can't the village chief be able to control them?

It wasn't until one evening in the middle of summer eight years ago that something went wrong.

In order to prevent these educated youths from stealing things, the production brigade arranged special manpower to patrol the fields at night when the crops were about to mature. If the crops were about to mature, they would be counted as ten work points every day.

There are not a few people in the village jealous of this treatment, and one of them is Zhang Cui.

This Cui is a pitiful one. My mother's dystocia is gone, and my father is an old laity who has nothing to do. There is also a younger brother who is waiting to be fed. The burden of the whole family rests on her. "

She signed up with enthusiasm, and the captain of the production brigade at the time saw her pitifully, and he really gave her the job. But I didn't expect that the group of educated youths would not dare to offend other tall and magnificent night watchmen because they were afraid of being beaten, so they specially picked her turn to be on duty.

Just after seven or eight nights, Zhang Cui lost a job point, but lost the job amidst the disgust of the villagers.

Then she was just in time for her old Lai father to drink up. Hearing about this, he ran home and beat her severely. This person who drinks fragments, knows where to start. For this fight, Zhang Cui lay in bed for two or three days, and the person was gone.

"On the first day of Zhang Cui's seventh day, an educated youth had an accident. Nine of the 13 educated youths died. All of them had scars on their bodies for some reason. They died after lying on the bed for two or three days."

"After that, four or five people died in the village one after another. The deaths were exactly the same as those of the educated youth. The villagers were rumoring in private that this was Zhang Cui's return. She wanted to retaliate against those who stole food... No food was lost."