Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"So, did you find yourself a grandfather like this?" Xu Shujian's mouth twitched.

"Yes!" Song Fengchen shrugged and sighed.

"I didn't know you were so easy to talk." Xu Shujian blinked, moving her face.

"It's just getting what you need." Song Fengchen stopped adding firewood to the charcoal kiln, straightened up, and concluded.

"Hey." Xu Shujian was startled slightly.

"He is thinking about making a calculation for his son. Although he is suspected of buying and selling, from his point of view, his father's love is like a mountain and his heart is exemplified. His strength is above me, and I have to thank him for his decent man. . The hatred of killing a son is not shared, otherwise he would kill his son against me. If he intends to kill me, it will not be difficult." Song Fengchen could see clearly.

"As for me, it's probably the force that covets his family." Song Fengchen said frankly.

Even if Cai Jinming becomes his nominal father, how much blessing can he share from him?

On the contrary, with the Cai family’s pedal, he can do a lot more. At least he doesn’t have to be like before. In order to expand his network of connections, he can only swallow his breath when he is angry, and he is not even qualified to attack. .

What's more, no matter how you look at this transaction, he took more advantage.

No profit can not afford to be early, nothing more than the case.

To put it bluntly, Song Fengchen was just a layman among all the living beings in the world.

Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Xu Shujian, and chuckled: "What do you think of the name Changning Guan Shaoguanzhu?"

It's more worthy of your Xu family son than a bad country boy.

Xu Shujian always felt that there was something in Song Fengchen's words, but before he sorted out his clues, the other party had already retracted his gaze.

Song Fengchen patted the dust on his hands and said: "Okay, this charcoal kiln has been set up, and it should be ready the day after tomorrow at the latest. Then we will come back and get the charcoal again."

His thoughts were interrupted, Xu Shujian recovered, just as the sky darkened, he nodded: "Okay, then let's go back first!"

With that, he picked up the two bamboo baskets on the ground and handed one of them to Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen took the bamboo basket with one hand and gave it to his back, while the other hand took the hand of Xu Shujian.

Xu Shujian has long been accustomed to Song Fengchen's various intimate actions, he naturally held Song Fengchen's hand back, and stepped forward to walk shoulder to shoulder with him.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled a layer of light on the two of them, as if they were telling something elusive but natural.

The time was set to the end of January 1978, when the dry winter breeze was blowing in Dongxian County at this time. Due to its special geographical location, the temperature during the day is relatively high. When the sun is out, a thin coat is enough. But at night, it is normal for the temperature to drop to a few degrees below zero, and thick quilts have become standard.

Fortunately, Song Fengchen had prepared thousands of catties of charcoal in advance. This winter, the small days in the cowshed were pretty leisurely, and Xu Shujian's belly became soft.

This was discovered when Song Fengchen ran to say goodbye to Xu Shujian and hugged him.

According to the agreement between him and Lao Dao, he must rush to Changning Temple before the New Year's Day. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Lao Dao will arrange for him to enter the Cai Clan's Ancestral Hall to worship his ancestors. By the way, his name will be written into the genealogy, which is regarded as his identity. Cross a clear road.

After a young year, Song Fengchen packed up and officially embarked on the journey north.

According to the address given by Lao Dao, he changed transportation all the way and finally arrived at a small town at the foot of Yanshan on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

But when he got to the place, Song Fengchen knocked on the door for a while, until the neighbors finally couldn't hold back the yelling, and they didn't see the old man who picked him up to open the door for him.

Song Fengchen calmed down, he put down his hand, and his spiritual consciousness peeked around.

There is no one in the yard.

His brows are slightly frowned, and the old way is unlikely to lie to him...

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen rubbed his temples and rushed all the way. The physical and mental exhaustion made him feel depressed. In addition, it was late at night, and he couldn't think about it anymore. He just wanted to find a place to rest. One or two.

It's just that the guest house in the town has already closed at this time.

Song Fengchen frowned, and at this moment, there was a strange sound not far away, as if someone was chanting a spell.

Song Fengchen's expression slightly vibrated, and he walked forward following the voice.

Located in a small courtyard on the edge of the town, the three-story small western-style building is brightly lit.

In the open space in front of the house, there are altars, flags, and flags... everything is available.

He Zhengming's family shrank in the corner, his eyes fixed on the door, his heart beating extremely fast, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

At this moment, the fighting inside the house stopped.

After a while, the door of the room opened, and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe walked out with a light behind his back.

He stroked his beard, then smiled, "Fortunately, I am not insulting my life."

He Zhengming suddenly shot a bright light in his eyes, lifted his left foot, bypassed the middle-aged Taoist priest, and rushed into the door.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was not annoyed, and looked at the family in front of him with a smile, his eyes flashed on the old woman who was walking at the end of the crowd.

"Dad, how are you?" He Zhengming, who was the first to rush into the room, glanced at He Wei on the wheelchair. He quickly stepped forward and tore off the two delicate talisman papers on his forehead.

"I feel better." He Weiqing gasped, barely a smile on his face.

He Zhengming looked up and down again. Under the dim light, the complexion of He Wei was especially ruddy, probably because of his heart. He Zhengming nodded: "I also feel that your spirit, Dad, seems to have improved a lot. ."

"Mr. He can rest assured that I have overtaken that evil barrier, and I will never come to trouble your house again." The middle-aged Taoist who didn't know when to follow up at the door saw the He family and looked over. , He said righteously, and carefully exhorted: "Only the next time, the old man will run into the house again when he encounters the green snake, remember not to be ruthless...Fortunately, this time, the cultivation base of the evil obstacle is too shallow, otherwise the consequences will be caused. It will be unimaginable."

He Zhengming nodded hurriedly, and then asked nervously: "Then Daochang Wu, do you see my dad's body?"

"Good to say," I saw the middle-aged Taoist priest fetched a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to He Zhengming: "I have a bottle of health pills here. Within seven days, Mr. Bao will recover as before."

"Thank you Wu Daochang." He Zhengming's eyes lit up and quickly took the porcelain vase.

Just listen to the middle-aged Taoist priest continuing to say: "This health-preserving pill basically has no side effects. If the old man feels unwell, he can take one pill, but the frequency should not exceed one pill every hour to prevent deficiency and no supplementation. ."

Hearing what he said, He Zhengming immediately pulled out the cork from the porcelain bottle and poured out a brown pill the size of a mung bean.

At this moment, a voice came from behind: "Water."

He Zhengming turned around, but it was the old woman. Looking at the warm water in the old woman's hands, He Zhengming's heart warmed. It seemed that his mother was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as he had imagined, disregarding his father's life and death.

"Hey." Thinking of this, He Zhengming's eyes rose with excitement. He took the water glass from the old woman's hand, together with the pills, and sent it in front of He Wei: "Dad, take a pill first."

What is it? The hand hidden under the thin quilt trembled slightly, but it was just such a moment of effort. He calmed his mind, his brows were gentle, and he took the pill over and put it in his mouth with a sourness. The smell filled his mouth instantly.

When He finished taking the medicine, He Zhengming's thoughts finally fell more than half. He conveniently placed the water cup on the table next to him and looked back at the middle-aged Taoist priest with a look of gratitude: "Wu Daochang, today's things are really troublesome for you, and your kindness, I feel like you."

As he said, he took out a red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into the hands of the middle-aged Taoist priest: "Be careful, it's no respect."

"Mr. He is polite." The middle-aged Taoist priest weighed the red envelope in his hand, and smiled even more on his face.

"Yes, it should." He Zhengming said repeatedly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

He Zhengming struck a spirit in his heart for an instant, he pricked his ears, and after a dozen or so seconds, the knock on the door rang again.

"You should pack these things first..." He Zhengming pointed to the altar in the courtyard and shouted at a few juniors. He himself walked towards the courtyard gate unhurriedly.

Just when Song Fengchen raised his hand to knock on the door again, only a creak was heard, the courtyard door was opened by a gap, and a middle-aged man poked his head out, questioning: "Are you?"

Song Fengchen retracted his gaze from the sky above the small courtyard, his mind was slightly settled, it seemed that his house did not look like something had happened, or that the matter had been settled.

But since everyone else has already been here, I just happened to stay here for the night.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen said immediately: "That's it. I am a traveler going to visit relatives in Qingzhen. I passed by the expensive land. It was late. I just heard someone chanting a spell nearby. Then I followed the voice to find it. If there is a sudden... …"

"What is the sound of chanting a mantra? Is this something nonsense?" He Zhengming lowered his voice, looked around, and directly interrupted Song Fengchen's words.

If this matter spreads out, his house will be over.

Song Fengchen couldn't understand what He Zhengming meant. He immediately said with a smile: "Mr. Don't be nervous, speaking of it, the one in your house and I are still traveling together."

"Walk?" He Zhengming was startled slightly, and then he understood what Song Fengchen meant. He looked at Song Fengchen up and down, and asked in a skeptical tone: "Are you also a Taoist priest?"

"Right." Song Fengchen replied.

Not now, just wait for him to go to Changning Temple.

He Zhengming thought for a while, Song Fengchen didn't seem to need to lie to him.

His clenched brows stretched out: "So what are you?"

Song Fengchen first repeated the previous sentence, ‘It’s too late to pass by the expensive land’, and then continued: "I wonder if you can let me stay overnight."

As he said, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to He Zhengming, adding: "This is my letter of introduction, because the guest house is closed at this time, so I have no choice but to come to your house."

He Zhengming accepted the letter of introduction and glanced roughly at the moonlight, thinking that the other party had already come to the door, and it seemed not good to refuse. He immediately opened the courtyard door and said kindly: "It's okay, you can come in."

"Thank you." Song Fengchen nodded slightly.

Seeing He Zhengming leading a young man in, his wife looked puzzled: "This is?"

"This is a guest..." At this point, He Zhengming looked back at Song Fengchen: "Dao Chang, what is your last name?"

Song Fengchen raised his brows and realized that He Zhengming's long cry was him.

It turned out to be pretty good.

He suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart, and replied repeatedly: "Menggui's surname is Song, Song Fengchen."

As he was talking, his eyes fell inadvertently on He Wei, who was almost completely soaked in death, his brows frowned.

He noticed Song Fengchen's expression and thought of his identity. Before He Zhengming thought about it, he heard He Wei shouting: "Zhengming, I'm tired."

He Zhengming immediately recovered: "Okay, Dad, I will push you back to the room."

"Right," He Zhengming asked his wife, "Where is Dao Chang Wu?"

"I have gone back to my room to rest."

"That's right, by the way, arrange a room for this Song Daoist."

"good."

"Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome."

Watching He Zhengming's wife leave, Song Fengchen raised his hand to close the door, undressed and kicked off his shoes, then drilled into the bed and closed his eyes. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

Waiting until the middle of the night, a pee pulled him back from nothingness.

He rubbed his temples in the darkness, got up and got out of bed.

Following the smell, Song Fengchen found the toilet of He's family. Just as he was about to untie his trousers and let the water out, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the wall, followed by a sound.

"This is the five hundred dollars promised to you. With this money, you leave here right away, how far you go..."

Song Fengchen was holding his trousers with a black line on his face. It seemed not so good to continue to drain the water, holding back and feeling uncomfortable...

He simply let go of his spiritual consciousness, and what crashed into the sea of ​​knowledge was an old woman and a middle-aged Taoist standing opposite each other outside a wall.

The middle-aged Taoist priest held a wad of banknotes in his left hand, and slapped the palm of his right hand incessantly.

The old woman frowned: "Wu Laoliu, what do you mean?"

The morale of the middle-aged Taoist calmed down: "It's not interesting, but I think that the five hundred dollars may not be enough for me to spend. How about you reward me more than the old lady."

"Wu Laoliu, this is the price we agreed at the beginning, you want to go back and forth." The old woman said sharply.

"Hush—" The middle-aged Taoist raised a finger to his lips, but his tone was barely threatening: "Old lady, it's better to speak quietly. If someone knows that you are colluding with outsiders and conspiring to kill yourself Husband, tut!"

"You--" The old woman pointed at the middle-aged Taoist priest, trembling all over.

The middle-aged Taoist priest is even more unscrupulous: "Old lady, people die for money, and birds die for food. I am lonely and widowed. I am naturally fearless. But you are different. Mr. He is a filial son at first sight. If you let him Knowing that his mother killed his father..."

"Stop talking," the old woman said bitterly, and she calmed down, "how much do you want?"

The middle-aged Taoist squinted his eyes into a gap and stretched out a finger.

"Okay." The old woman gritted her teeth: "This is the second time. If you dare to keep an inch, you will fight my old life and I will not let you go."

The middle-aged Taoist priest raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, grinning and said: "Don't worry, the old lady, I still understand the truth of the matter. I promise to leave here immediately after taking the money. , Must not die."

The old woman's stretched spine instantly loosened a bit.

The middle-aged Taoist priest immediately rubbed his fingers, licked his face and said, "Then, old lady, do you think?"

The old woman sternly said: "Wait."

After a while, the old woman folded back and threw a thicker pile of great unity to the middle-aged Taoist priest, "Remember what you said."

The middle-aged Taoist priests didn’t even count them, so they took the money directly into his arms, “Don’t worry, the old lady, I will resign from Mr. He early tomorrow morning, and promise that I will never show up in front of you again in my life.”

"hope so."

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of footsteps rang again, and then gradually weakened until it disappeared completely.

Song Fengchen in the toilet has a black line on his face. He obviously just wants to find a place to sleep well.

Conan's physique is almost like this.

It's just that, he cares or doesn't care?

Let's take care of it, as soon as the matter is exposed, the He family cannot guarantee that it will not fall apart.

Regardless, his conscience is distressed.

With such thoughts in mind, Song Fengchen, who returned to the room, didn't sleep soundly in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, when Song Fengchen came down from the stairs, He Wei was sitting in a wheelchair and reading the newspaper. He looked very energetic and his complexion was very ruddy. He didn't feel like a person who had just recovered from a serious illness.

No matter what!

For the time being, Song Fengchen couldn't do things like sheltering the murderer.

After clarifying his thoughts, Song Fengchen raised his foot and walked towards what he was doing.

At this moment, He coughed two violently while covering his mouth, followed by a pale touch of his face.

He only saw him reaching out tremblingly, grabbing the white porcelain bottle on the table beside him, and pouring a pill into his mouth.

Sniffing the faint smell of Chinese medicine in the air, Song Fengchen's nose trembled and his complexion changed slightly.

What is it to look up at Song Fengchen who walked in front of him: "Song, Song Daochang?"

He remembered that He Zhengming called him yesterday.

Song Fengchen bowed his hands and said, "Mr. He."

His gaze fell on the porcelain bottle in Hewei's hand and said, "I wonder if the old gentleman can let me take a look at this thing."

What is the purpose of staring at him, recalling the way Song Fengchen saw him suddenly frowned last night, he understood clearly and nodded: "Please, please."

Song Fengchen took the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, crushed it and placed it under his nose and sniffed it.

really.

He looked at He Wei, "Mr. He, what is this thing, do you know?"

What is silent.

Song Fengchen said solemnly: "It's opium."

He paused, then told He Wei what he had heard last night.

"I see."

After a while of loss, He Wei suddenly laughed and praised it from the bottom of his heart: "Such a careful plan, only she can think of it."

Song Fengchen was taken aback.

The development of things seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

The author has something to say:

Xu Shujian: People who play tricks are dirty ﹌○﹋

Song Fengchen: No matter how dirty it is, it is yours ︿(￣︶￣)︿