70s rebirth daily

In the year 1976, good things and bad things, human society and nature, sad and unprepared, were simply stormy, ups and downs, magnificent and earth-shattering.

This year, the Chairman, Prime Minister, Commander-in-Chief, and the country's three giants passed away one after another; this year, an earthquake in just 23 seconds took away the lives of tens of thousands of people in Tangshan, and shrouded the entire Huaguo in a misty cloud. In the middle; the small reactionary group that had been bouncing around for five years suddenly collapsed...

Like a bolt from the blue, the lifeless Huaguo ushered in a new life, and the whole world boiled up——

——The Spring Festival in 1977 seemed to be a little more lively than usual!

But this excitement is only temporary. Before the Lantern Festival, people walk away slowly, and the spring famine comes after them.

In the ticket era, rural areas are different from cities. Having an urban hukou means a decent job, food supplies, a stable salary, and various daily living tickets, so you can live comfortably.

But when they came to the peasants, they all depended on the work points earned by working in the fields for food and drink, and they counted on two jobs and one sparse living every day, and there was almost no meat and tofu throughout the year.

But no matter how careful the calculations are, after the Spring Festival, basically every household will almost run out of food, and the next season of tartary buckwheat will not mature until May at the earliest, which is the so-called lean time.

For a ration, diligent people dig wild vegetables, look for medicinal materials, catch bugs, sell their last old hen, sell the last bit of cloth tickets issued by the public, and sell everything that can be exchanged for food. alive.

Naturally, lazy people couldn't bear the feeling of their chests sticking to their backs, so they gathered in groups of three or four and started a sneaky business.The lookout, the one who broke the door, the rest of the people swarmed into the kitchen.

Who would have thought that at this time the master came back, and when they heard the sound, seven or eight adults immediately blushed, shouted loudly to catch the thief, and rushed up with the hoes and poles beside them.

The people who were rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the kitchen looking for food also panicked, grabbing their things and rushing out over the wall.

Just like this, you chased me and rushed out for seven or eight miles, and no one would give up. However, more and more villagers came to help after hearing the sound.

In the end, a thin and tall man who was at the back of the crowd at the front couldn't run anymore. He stopped and supported his waist just as he wanted to catch his breath, when the villagers who caught up with their back feet scolded the little beast, then raised their kicks hard. He kicked hard on his ass.

The thin tall one staggered and fell down like this, his forehead just hit the God of Land God statue that was pushed down on the side of the road for passers-by to rest.

Song Fengchen came to this world under such circumstances.

He opened his eyes, and his scattered vision began to focus, and the place where he entered his eyes was gray and yellow.

"Hiss—" Song Fengchen let out a low growl, and stretched out his hand to touch the sore spot on his forehead. His neck shrank, and his face instantly wrinkled into a bitter melon face. When he looked again, he saw incense ash and blood scabs in his hand.

His eyes moved down slowly, and landed on the black and thin wrists, his pupils tightened, and he suddenly lifted off the damp and musty-smelling quilt on his body.

He was wearing a thick gray coat, very old, with a few small patches scattered here and there, and a large blood stain on his chest was shocking.

It's not him!

Song Fengchen frowned, and his mind was in chaos. He subconsciously reached out to touch his jacket pocket, thinking of smoking a cigarette to calm down, but as expected, he came to nothing.

He smacked his lips, got up and got out of bed, and pushed open the door with a pair of trembling legs.

Looking around, the green hills are green in the distance, the nearby field ridges are lined up in an orderly manner, and a big river meanders through. There are low thatched huts all around, dry fortified earth walls, and the roofs are thatched and bamboo leaves. , faintly heard a few snoring pigs.

This is not his world either!

Who is Song Fengchen?

His life experience is not glorious.

My mother's family was poor, and she was forced to work part-time as soon as she graduated from junior high school.Fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls are fascinated by the colorful world at first glance.

After five or six years of messing around, the person has grown up, relying on her good looks and sweet mouth, she asked someone to build a bridge to meet a wealthy businessman and became his mistress.Less than a year later, she became pregnant again smoothly.It's a pity that her life was not very good. When she was living in the dream of being a rich wife, the child was too big and difficult to deliver because she was taking good care of herself. The rich businessman naturally chose to keep the baby. She just died.

The head of the rich merchant's family has both sons and daughters, and he didn't intend to embarrass his original wife, so he kept Song Fengchen outside.Fortunately, the servants hired by the rich businessman were still loyal to their duties, and Song Fengchen followed him for a few years to live the life of the young master of the rich family.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. When Song Fengchen was six years old, the wealthy businessman died suddenly. The next night, Song Fengchen was carried by two strong men to an orphanage.Thinking about it later, he would also like to thank the rich businessman's first wife for being kind and grudge-free, and not ruthless to him.

Song Fengchen only remembered that the rich businessman's property later fell into the hands of his wife, the year he left the orphanage and officially entered the society, his wife was already a well-known female entrepreneur in China.

As for Song Fengchen, the orphanage he was in was not formal. The dean was a kind person, and he picked up dozens of orphans, of all ages, among them there were many sick ones, and the medical expenses were huge every year. The spending almost emptied the charity money the orphanage received.

For Song Fengchen, it was a great fortune to have a place to settle down, and he didn't dare to expect anything else.

Song Fengchen didn't go to school, but was able to read a little under the guidance of the dean and some kind volunteers.When he was 15 years old, he left the orphanage and began to earn his own living. During this period, he worked as a small laborer and delivered a courier. Later, he changed his job and started a business of collecting junk.

Although this line of work sounds unrespectable, it is better than being safe.

Until he accidentally received a booklet teaching people how to practice, Song Fengchen, who was addicted to cultivation novels at the time, was shocked, and with a half-believing attitude, he began to study hard by himself.Unexpectedly, after two months, it really made him develop a sense of Qi.

When Song Fengchen was 26 years old, he ended his life of collecting junk in the streets and alleys, and began to venture into the rivers and lakes with ambitions.

He has been a good person, but he has also inevitably done bad things, whether it is to save sentient beings, or to kill and rob goods... After 40 years of wind and rain, he finally washed away all his luster.

After Jinpen washed his hands, he took over the burden of the orphanage from the gray-haired old director.After more than ten years, the old principal, who was over a hundred years old, died of no illness, and passed away peacefully.Song Fengchen had a lot of emotions, and drank a few more glasses at the banquet after the funeral, but he never thought that when he woke up, he had already changed his world.

The faint smell of meat in the air interrupted Song Fengchen's thoughts. He stretched out his hand to cover his convulsed stomach, and his breathing slowed down a bit.

With a long sigh, Song Fengchen stepped out of the threshold, turned around and closed the door, and then slowly moved forward following the smell of meat.

I didn't meet anyone along the way, and when I arrived, it was the back door of a family.

The front yard was full of people, laughing and making noises, probably the owner's family was having some kind of happy event.

Song Fengchen hesitated and stopped, in a dilemma.

At this moment, an old woman crossed the threshold carrying a pot of hot water, and saw Song Fengchen standing not far away, and the wooden basin in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the water splashed all over her.

The old woman whispered: "Song, Song San..."

Song Fengchen opened his mouth subconsciously: "Second sister-in-law."

Then I heard the old woman almost blurt out: "You are not dead yet!"

It's no wonder the old woman made such a fuss, she was there when Song San was kicked on the statue of Lord Land by the Wang family.At that time, Song San was hanging on his last breath, and the Wang family also panicked when they saw this, and sent him to the village clinic in a panic.As a result, Dr. He, who was on duty in the clinic, just put his finger under Song San's nose, and told them how to carry people into and out of the clinic without saying a word.

When the matter developed to this point, to put it bluntly, it was Song San's own fault.No one wanted to get into trouble, so all the people present made up their minds and simply sent Song San back to his own home, and waited a few days before going back to dig a grave for him and collect his body.

It was her second aunt who couldn't bear it, and grabbed a handful of incense ash to block the blood hole on Song San's forehead, but she could only do this.

Who would have thought that in broad daylight, a 'dead man' would suddenly jump up to her.

Song Fengchen was silent for a while, pulled his trouser legs, and motioned the old woman to look at the shadow at his feet, but before he could speak again, his stomach was already growling.

Song Feng looked at the old woman dryly.

The old woman withdrew her gaze, a look of embarrassment flashed across her face, and her heart that jumped into her throat suddenly dropped.Her eyes fell on the walnut-sized gray-black blood scab on Song Fengchen's forehead, and then looked at the large blood stain on his coat, probably moved with compassion, she picked up the wooden basin standing on the ground, feeling terrified Roared: "Wait."

Song Fengchen hummed honestly.

After a while, the old woman came out with two bowls, one was full of steaming wild vegetable soup, and the other was filled with two pieces of bitter buckwheat the size of a child's palm. She handed the things to Song Fengchen: " Here, eat."

"Thank you, Second Sister-in-law!" Song Fengchen rolled his eyes, didn't care to say more, took the bowl, and squatted down along the corner of the wall.

After swallowing two mouthfuls of the hot soup without any trace of oil, Song Fengchen grabbed a piece of buckwheat cake and put it in his mouth. The bitter taste in his mouth almost didn't make him spit out what was in his mouth.With a bitter face, he swallowed the dough with difficulty.

Since he washed his hands in the golden basin, he has not suffered such a bitterness for more than [-] years.Song Fengchen stiffened his neck, while feeling sad, he grabbed the tartary buckwheat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing Song Fengchen's "gobbling" look, the old woman sighed in her heart, turned around and went back to the kitchen. When she came out again, she had an extra pair of chopsticks in her hand, with two thin pieces of mutton sandwiched between them.

She was hard-spoken and soft-hearted: "If it weren't for the fact that today is a great day for my little grandson to get married, I would have to beat you bastard away with two sticks."

As she spoke, she put the mutton into the soup bowl in Song Fengchen's hand.

"En." Song Fengchen replied vaguely, and continued to eat hard.

The old woman was not in a hurry to do other things at all, she continued to teach Song Fengchen: "I am suffering a lot right now, just for one bite, and almost lost my life. Think about your grandparents, your parents , and your uncle, which one is not an indomitable hero."

The more she talked, the more excited she became: "Why did you end up being such a rotten bastard? You ruined all the little reputation your old Song family saved up with six lives..."

Hearing this, Song Fengchen's swallowing movements also slowed down.

Who is Song San in the mouth of the old woman?

He is also called Song Fengchen, from Yuexi Village, Dong County, Li Province. He was born in the mid-50s. He is the third child in his family.It's just that God is not open, the couple has gone through so many flames of war, but in the end they sacrificed together on the eve of the victory of the Great Patriotic War.

In the generation of Song San's parents, his eldest uncle is a strange person, because he lived outside in the early years, he was tainted with banditry.Later he joined the army and was sent out to suppress bandits.After several years of fighting, what made him famous was not how many military exploits he had won, but the grievances between him and the female bandit leader.In this regard, an important leader of the country at that time was also enthusiastically involved in the marriage of the two of them.

If this is placed in later generations, it will be a proper character set for the hero of the bandit suppression blockbuster.

It's a pity that the couple's lives were not very good, and they died on the battlefield one after another.A few years later, great turmoil broke out. The national leader who was the wedding witness for Uncle Song's family was the first to fall down. After some liquidation, Song Fengchen's father also lost his public office.

He was also helpless, so he had to take his wife and children back to Yuexi Village. Five or six years later, when the couple went to the city to buy new year's goods, they put themselves in it to save four teenagers who fell into the water.

As I said earlier, Song Fengchen is the third, and he has two older sisters.After their parents had an accident, the three siblings were brought back home by the parents of one of the boys who fell into the water.

Within a year after that, Song San was sent back by this family.To the outside world, he only said that his hands and feet were not clean, and that he also attacked the elders. The two elderly people in the family were so angry that they almost fell into the hospital, and they couldn't discipline them.

Anyway, Song San was already 14 years old at that time. If this age was placed more than ten or twenty years ago, he would have been able to start a family and start a business.

After such a thing happened, the people in Yuexi Village were also dishonored. In addition, the family did not completely ignore Song San's life and death, and agreed to send Song San a ration every month, so this matter was settled. .

As for Song San, I don’t know whether it’s self-defeating or something else. After returning to Yuexi Village, he started to let himself go, mingling with a group of idlers in the village. The autumn wind blows... the days are lively and nourishing.

In the beginning, the villagers felt sorry for his loneliness and no one to discipline him. In addition to the heroic glory of the two previous generations of the Song family, the villagers really didn't want to get serious with Song San for their sake.

After five or six years like this, at the end of last year, the family finally couldn't stand Song San's shameless banditry anymore, and directly beat out Song San who came to eat and drink, and cut off his rations by the way.

For this, the villagers of Yuexi Village, who had accumulated a lot of resentment for a long time, all clapped their hands and cheered.On the contrary, they felt that the family really valued love and righteousness, and they could only deal with Song San until now.

But who would have thought that Song San, who was cut off his rations and used to being lazy and lazy, would finally hit his mind on the Wang family who just happened to go out to visit relatives...

When the old woman said she was tired, she put her hips on her hips, took a few breaths, and continued to persuade her earnestly, but her tone eased a bit: "Song San, listen to the second sister-in-law's persuasion, you are not too old, if you If you keep on messing around like this, you will really be like Liu Laolai at the west end of the village. It is said in the play that the prodigal son will not change his money when he returns, so you have to plan for yourself, don't lose face to your old Song family !"

This old Liu Lai Song Fengchen has a bit of an impression. When he was young, he relied on his kung fu to run amok in the village, and everyone hated him.Later, he offended someone and was crippled with an arm and a leg, and no one wanted to marry his daughter to him.He is now in his 50s, living in a dilapidated cave, as thin as a matchstick, maybe one day he will lose his hair and no one will know.

Swallowing the last mouthful of bitter buckwheat cake, there was something in his stomach, Song Fengchen's whole body was refreshed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a sneer: "I will remember what the second sister-in-law said."

He appreciates the old lady's kindness.He is not his predecessor, so naturally he will not repeat Song San's mistakes.

The old woman was taken aback, as if she didn't expect Song San, who was always rebellious, to be so easy to talk at the moment. Seeing Song Fengchen's serious appearance, she suppressed her doubts and nodded.

hope so!

Song Fengchen's eyes swept across the old woman's face, he paused, rubbed the rough porcelain bowl in his hand with his thumb, and reminded: "I see that your seal is blue, second sister-in-law, I am afraid that the house will be in trouble these days. , if it is not done well, there will be a bloody disaster, you have to beware of some villains..."

what?

This style of painting changed so fast that the old woman really didn't realize it for a while.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman's call came from the room: "Aunt Chen, all the guests are here, it's time to start the banquet."

"Hey, just come."

Hearing this, the old woman immediately couldn't care about anything else, and quickly snatched the two rough porcelain bowls from Song Fengchen's hand, "Okay, go back after you finish eating, and take good care of your wounds."

Before the words fell, people had already entered the house.

Song Fengchen looked at his empty palms, shook his head helplessly, turned around with his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the direction he came from.