Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

In August, the cold and wet autumn wind was blowing, and Xu Shujian's foot injury was finally healed.

Song Fengchen no longer squeezed into the deep mountains and old forests every day, and would have to make an appointment with Xu Shujian to drill back into the small woods every other day.

The bamboo needed to prepare the plaque for Zheng Dehui and the others is fake, but love is real.

The relationship between the two of them naturally heated up quickly, and it fell in Xu Junmin's eyes. It was impossible to say that it was impossible.

He simply kept his eyes out and concentrated on his work. Occasionally, I took time out to water the pot of honeysuckle that Xu Shujian had forgotten to go, watering and cultivating soil or something. In addition, he is now all sick and light, eating well and sleeping soundly, and has a comfortable life.

It was a rare sunny day in mid-August.

Song Fengchen borrowed a bullock cart from the production brigade early.

One is because the rice tank at home is empty again, and the other is that Boss Zhao asked the boss of the Chen family to pass a message to him, saying that everything he wanted was ready.

Song Fengchen didn't plan to call Xu Shujian. In the rainy season, the already rough and rugged mountain roads are even more muddy and difficult to navigate, so why rush to suffer this crime.

After entering the county seat, Song Fengchen went to the waste collection station, picking up more than 30 books of all kinds.

For good reason, Wang Jianshe found a sack from the corner and helped him put these books on the carriage.

Just as Song Fengchen bid farewell to Wang Jianshe, got on the bullock cart, and was about to leave for the black market, a suspicious voice suddenly came from behind him: "The third child?"

Upon hearing this, Song Fengchen turned his head.

The talking was a young woman of about 23 or 4 years old, her face turned yellow, and she was wearing a brand-new blue cloth overalls. She carried a bamboo basket in her hand. She was filled with a lot of things. The outer part was covered with a white cloth.

"Second, second sister." Song Fengchen frowned slightly.

The predecessor ranks third in the home, and there are two older sisters on it. The eldest sister Song Lingyi is four years older than him, and the second sister Song Lanzhi is the one in front of him.

Seven years ago, on their way to the city to buy new year goods, the Song family died in order to rescue four drowned teenagers.

After the incident, the three brothers and sisters of the Song family were taken back home by one of the parents of a young man surnamed He.

People who know all say that the He family repays gratitude and love and righteousness, but they don't know that the He family did not adopt the Song family's third siblings sincerely. Instead, they had to make such a choice due to the pressure of public opinion.

The He family is not wealthy, and the arrival of the Song family’s third siblings has brought down the He family’s living standards in a straight line.

Except for the He family's kindness to the Song family's third siblings in front of outsiders, after closing the door, they have never been salty or indifferent.

The feeling of being sent under the fence is uncomfortable.

The Song family’s third siblings felt wronged while greedy for the stability of the city. They could only please the He family cautiously, lest they fail.

A group of adults in the He family looked at their faces, and didn't really want to do anything to the Song family's third siblings. When it comes to the juniors of the He family, they can't control so much.

The youngest son of the He family, He Zibo, who was rescued by Song father and Song mother desperately, had the first attack. He said that a manly man would not beat a woman, so he specifically picked up the youngest Song San to bully. Every day I yelled and scolded, and when I was upset, I used him as an inflator...

Regarding these, the old things in the He family have never been indifferent. Even if someone asks, they only say that the child is ignorant and jokes.

As for Song San's two older sisters, the eldest sister Song Lingyi was originally dissatisfied with Song's father and Song's mother's bottomless preference for Song San. After all, before Song San was born, Song Lingyi had always been the most favored one in the family because he was the first child of Song's father and Song's mother.

In addition, Song San was ignorant when he was a child, and often used the love of his parents to tease the two sisters, Song Lingyi inevitably felt resentment towards him.

Therefore, for Song San's experience, she is even somewhat happy to see it happen.

Not to mention the second sister Song Lanzhi, so she went to the second line, coupled with her cowardly nature, basically had no place in the Song family. After Song's father and Song's mother died, Song Lanzhi's mental state has not been very good, immersed in her own world, regardless of the outside world. In the words of later generations, it is probably suffering from depression.

The indifference of the two sisters became the last straw that overwhelmed Song San's rationality. In the midst of another insult by He Zibo, Song San, who was in his early fourteen years old, couldn't help but touched He Zibo.

In the end, of course, I didn't win.

In the face of the He family's scolding, Song San broke the jar and scolded the He family, abruptly tearing open the He family's hypocritical faces. He Zibo's grandfather was furious, and when he ran to try to teach Song San, he smashed his foot and fell to the ground severely, fainting on the spot.

In this way, Song San was sent back to Yuexi Village by the angry He family. He only said that his hands and feet were dirty, and that he ran into the elders. The angry old man almost lay in the hospital, and they couldn't discipline him.

Later, the depressed Song San became a second-rate son in Yuexi Village.

The eldest sister Song Lingyi married He Zibo's brother He Ziming.

The second sister Song Lanzhi was casually stuffed by the He family to a lame man whose parents had died and was one round older than her. Life was similarly difficult.

Song Fengchen, who was reborn, had no plans to get involved with the relatives of his predecessor, but he couldn't ignore it when he came across.

"It's really you." Song Lanzhi was a little bit at a loss: "It's nice that you're okay, I thought I was wrong."

"Yeah." Song Fengchen didn't know how to talk to her either.

After the panic, Song Lanzhi's eyes rose with excitement: "You have grown taller and stronger. If your parents are spiritual in the sky, they will be very happy."

Song Fengchen was a little embarrassed.

Song Lanzhi pulled the corners of her clothes and asked cautiously: "How are you in the village now?"

Song Fengchen understood what she meant. He sank and said slowly: "Something happened in March. I didn't mix with Zhao Weiguo anymore. Now I run into the mountains every day, and my life is okay."

Hearing this, Song Lanzhi couldn't help but nodded, as if thinking of something, her eyes flushed: "Before, it was the second sister who couldn't help you...After you went back, I didn't care about you much."

"Nothing." Song Fengchen comforted her: "What's more, it has not been easy for you to have a few years."

He was telling the truth. Before the spring famine, Song Lanzhi asked someone to send some grain back to her predecessor. The amount was small, and she didn't know how she picked it out of the rations of the family.

"I can't say that." Song Lanzhi wiped the corners of her eyes, and her cuffs got wet.

Song Fengchen said hesitantly, "But brother-in-law?"

"He treats me very well." Song Lanzhi felt like she was smearing honey, and she lowered her voice: "Your brother-in-law and his uncle passed away some time ago. After leaving, he left him a legacy. The family has improved a lot. Look, he bought me this new dress on my body."

"Very good." Song Fengchen nodded.

It can be seen that Song Lanzhi's mental state is quite good.

"By the way, we just moved to a new house a few days ago, and the house was given by his uncle. It's old Liangtang. You haven't seen it yet." Song Lanzhi's eyes lit up: "I planned to go back to the village to see you in a few days. I just ran into it just now. How about going to my house for lunch? Your brother-in-law is good at craftsmanship. I'll let him cook you some special dishes."

"No need..." Song Fengchen subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Song Lanzhi became stiff on her face, moaned, and became more and more at a loss: "Lao San, you, are you complaining about the second sister in your heart?"

Seeing Song Lanzhi like this, Song Fengchen opened his mouth and said helplessly, "Well then."