Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

In 1976, the good things and bad things, the human society, the natural world, the grief, and the unprepared, were simply stormy, ups and downs, magnificent and earth-shattering.

This year, the Chairman, the Prime Minister, the Commander-in-Chief, and the Big Three of the country have passed away; this year, a 23-second earthquake took away hundreds of thousands of lives in Tangshan, and the entire country of China was shrouded in gloom and mist. In; the small reactionary group that had been jumping around for five years suddenly collapsed...

Like a bolt from the blue, the lifeless China ushered in a new life, and the whole world was boiling--

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

But the excitement was only momentary. Before the Lantern Festival, the footsteps slipped away with a slow pace, and Chunhuang on the back foot hurriedly followed.

In the ticket era, rural areas are different from cities. Having an urban hukou means a decent job, food and supplies, a stable salary, in addition to all kinds of living tickets, and a comfortable life.

But when they came to the peasant family, they ate and drank all the work points earned by working on the ground. They counted on two jobs and one sparse job every day, and almost no meat and tofu were seen throughout the year.

But no matter how careful calculations are, after the Spring Festival, basically every household’s food is almost finished, and the next season of tartary buckwheat will not mature until May at the earliest, which is when the so-called green and yellow are not picked up.

For a ration, the diligent people dig wild vegetables, find medicinal materials, catch bugs, sell their last old hen, sell the last cloth ticket issued by the public, sell all the things that can be changed into food, and do their best 'S alive.

People who are lazy and delicious can't stand the taste of their chests and backs. They get together in small groups and start a sneaky business. This lookout, that opening door, the rest of the people swarmed into the kitchen.

Who would have thought that at this moment the host's family came back, and when they heard the sound, seven or eight adults flushed their eyes directly, shouting loudly to catch the thief, and rushed up with the **** and pole beside them.

The person who was looking for food in the kitchen was also panicked, picking up things and scrambling over the wall.

Just like that, you chased me and rushed out seven or eight miles, and no one was willing to let it go, but more and more villagers were heard catching up to help.

In the end, the tall one who fell at the back of the crowd couldn't run anymore. He stopped to help his waist. Just about to catch his breath, the villager who came up with his hind foot cursed the little beast, and then raised his foot fiercely. Kicked **** his ass.

Lin staggered high and planted like this, his forehead just knocked on the statue of Lord Land God, which was pushed down on the side of the road for passers-by to rest. The blood gurgled out, and he vented more and less on the spot.

Song Fengchen came to this world under such circumstances.

He opened his eyes, and his scattered gaze began to focus, and the place where he entered his eyes was grayish-yellow.

"Hiss—" Song Fengchen let out a low growl, stretched out his hand to touch the sore spot on his forehead, his neck shrank, and instantly wrinkled into a bitter melon face, and he looked at the fragrant ash and blood scab in one hand.

His gaze slowly moved down and landed on the thin black wrist, his pupils tightened, and he suddenly lifted the damp and musty quilt on his body.

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

This is 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 and calming down, then he didn't expect it to be.

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

Looking around, the green hills in the distance are green and the ridges are neatly lined up nearby, and a big river winds past, surrounded by low thatched cottages and dry earth walls. The roof is made of thatch and bamboo leaves. , Vaguely heard a few pigs snoring.

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 as soon as she graduated from junior high school. A fourteen-five-year-old girl, when she saw the colorful world, she was fascinated if she didn't pay attention.

After mixing for five or six years, the person has also grown up. With his beauty and a sweet mouth, he asked someone to bridge a bridge to a wealthy businessman and became his mistress. Less than a year later, she became pregnant again smoothly. It's a pity that her life is not very good. Just when she was doing her mother's life and entering the house became the dream of a wealthy wife. Because of the usual care, the child was too difficult to give birth. The wealthy businessman naturally chose to keep her child. She was so dead.

The wealthy businessman's family had both sons and daughters, and he didn't intend to embarrass his wife, so he kept Song Fengchen outside. Fortunately, the servants hired by the wealthy merchants were still loyal to their duties, and Song Fengchen had followed him for several years.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. When Song Fengchen was six years old, the wealthy businessman suddenly died suddenly. The next night, Song Fengchen was slid by two strong men and sent to an orphanage. After thinking about it, he also thanked the rich businessman's original wife for being so grudges and grudges that she didn't hit him cruelly.

Song Fengchen only remembers that all the wealth of the wealthy businessman fell into the hands of his wife. The year he left the orphanage and officially entered the society, the 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 good man. He picked up dozens of orphans, and there were people of all ages. Among them, there were not a few who were sick. The annual medical expenses alone are huge. The expenditure almost emptied the donations received by the orphanage.

For Song Fengchen, it was a great blessing to have a place to settle down, and he did not dare to expect other things.

Song Fengchen never went to school, but only learned a few words under the guidance of the dean and some kind volunteers. He left the orphanage at the age of fifteen and started to support himself. During this period, he worked as a small worker and delivered express delivery. Later, he changed his job and started a messy business.

Although this business does not sound decent, it wins in peace.

Until he accidentally received a pamphlet teaching people cultivation, Song Fengchen, who was indulging in cultivation novels at the time, was shocked. With an attitude of believing and suspicious, he began to learn hard by himself. After two months of not thinking about it, he really asked him to develop a sense of breath.

When Song Fengchen was twenty-six years old, he ended his life of walking through the streets to harvest the tattered life, and began to travel ambitiously.

He has been a good person, and inevitably he has done bad things, whether he saves all living beings, or kills people and sells goods...forty years of wind and rain, and finally washed away the lead.

After Jinpen washed his hands, he took over the burden of the orphanage from the gray-haired old dean. After more than ten years, the old dean, who is over a hundred years old, died without a problem, and went peacefully. Song Fengchen sighed with emotion. After drinking a few more glasses at the banquet after the funeral, when he didn't want to wake up again, he had already changed the world.

The smell of flesh wafting in the air interrupted Song Fengchen's thoughts. He stretched out his hand to cover his stomach that was spasmless, and his breathing became a little slower.

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

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

The front yard is full of people, laughter and noise are endless, probably because the host's family is doing a happy event.

Song Fengchen hesitated to stop, in a dilemma.

At this moment, an old lady crossed the threshold with a basin of shabu-shabu water. At first sight, she saw Song Fengchen standing not far away. The tub in her hand fell on the ground with a bang, splashing her all over.

The old woman made a false voice: "Song, Song San..."

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

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

It's no wonder that the old woman yelled so much. She was there when Song San was kicked on the statue of Lord Die by the royal family. At that time, Song San was left hanging for the last breath, and the Wang family panicked when they saw it, and hurriedly sent people to the village clinic. As a result, Dr. He, who was on duty in the clinic, put his fingers under Song San's nose, and told them how to carry people into the clinic without saying a word.

Things have developed to this point, and to put it bluntly, it is Song San's self-conceit. No one wanted to get in trouble. The people present simply sent Song San back to his own house, and waited for a few days to go to dig a grave for him and collect a corpse.

Her second aunt couldn't bear it and grabbed a handful of incense ashes and blocked the blood hole on Song San's forehead, but she could only do it here.

Who would have thought that in broad daylight, a ‘dead’ suddenly came to her.

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

Song Feng looked at the old woman dryly.

The old woman withdrew her gaze, an embarrassment flashed across her face, and the heart that jumped into her throat suddenly fell. Her gaze fell on Song Fengchen’s forehead, a walnut-sized mass of gray-black blood scabs, and then at the large blood stains on his coat, probably moved with compassion. She picked up the wooden basin standing on the ground, feeling lingering. Roared: "Wait."

Song Fengchen hummed honestly.

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

"Thank you second sister-in-law!" Song Fengchen's eyes curled, and he couldn't talk more, took the bowl and squatted down the corner.

After swallowing two mouthfuls of hot soup with no oil stars, Song Fengchen grabbed a piece of tartary buckwheat cake and gave it to his mouth. The bitterness of the entrance almost didn't teach him to spray the contents of his mouth directly. With a bitter face, he swallowed the dough with difficulty.

After washing his hands with a golden basin, he has not suffered like this in more than two decades. Song Fengchen grabbed the tartary buckwheat cake and stuffed it into his mouth while feeling sad.

Seeing Song Fengchen's ‘wolf-grabbing’ appearance, the old woman sighed in her heart, turned around and returned to the kitchen.

She spoke hard and soft-hearted: "If it weren't for the good day when my little grandson got married, I would have to get rid of you **** with two sticks."

With that, she put the mutton into the soup bowl in Song Fengchen's hands.

"Yeah." Song Fengchen replied vaguely, and continued to work hard.

The old woman was not in a hurry to do other things. She continued to teach Song Fengchen: "I'm suffering now, just for a bite, I almost didn't put my life in it. Think about your grandparents and your parents. , And your uncle, who is not an indomitable hero."

The more she talked, the more excited she became: "How come you were born with such a nasty thing, your old Song family's reputation for saving six lives has been completely defeated by you..."

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

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

He is also called Song Fengchen, a native of Yuexi Village, Dong County, Li Province. He was born in the mid-1950s. He is a senior in his family. His grandfather is an old revolutionary and his grandmother is a progressive intellectual youth. Both are **** Chinese. It's just that God didn't open his eyes. The couple had gone through the flames of war, but in the end they died together on the eve of the victory of the Great Patriotic War.

In the generation of Song San's parents, his eldest uncle was a strange person. Because he had been living outside for a few years, he was tainted with gangsterism. Later he entered the army and was sent out to suppress bandits. After several years of fighting, what made him famous is not how much military exploits he took, but the grievances and grievances between him and the female bandit leader. In this regard, an important leader of the country at that time also deliberately mixed up their marriage with great interest.

If this is placed in later generations, it is appropriate to set the hero character of the blockbuster blockbuster.

It is a pity that the life of the couple was not very good either, and they were sacrificed on the battlefield one after another. A few years later, great turmoil broke out. The national leader who was the witness of the Song family's wedding was the first to fall. 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. After another five or six years, the couple went into the city to buy New Year's goods.

As I said before, Song Fengchen went three, and there were two older sisters above him. After their parents had an accident, the three of their siblings were taken back home by the parents of one of the young men who fell into the water.

Within a year after that, Song San was sent back by the family. He only said that his hands and feet were dirty, and that he ran into the elders. The two old people in the angry family almost lay in the hospital, and they couldn't discipline him.

Anyway, Song San was already fourteen years old at the time. If this age had been set a dozen or twenty years ago, he would be the age to be able to start a family and start a business.

When things like this happened, the people in Yuexi Village were also dull. In addition, the family did not completely ignore Song San's life and death, and promised to send Song San a ration every month. This was set. .

As for Song San, I don’t know whether it was self-defeating or something else. After returning to Yuexi Village, he began to release himself, and mixed with a group of idle second-rates in the village. Today, he stole the dog and the widow’s wall tomorrow night. In the autumn breeze... the days are also alive and moist.

In the beginning, the villagers pityed him for his loneliness and no one to discipline him. In addition to the glory of the heroes who died in the previous two generations of the Song family, in terms of their face, the villagers really didn't know how to be true to Song Sandong.

After five or six years, at the end of last year, the family finally couldn't stand Song Santian's shameless robbery. They directly beat Song San who had come to eat and drink, and cut off his ration by the way.

In this regard, the villagers of Yuexi Village, who had long been grieving, all clapped their hands and cheered. On the contrary, they felt that the family really valued love and righteousness, and they could endure Song San until now.

But who would have thought that Song San, who had been cut off from his ration and was so lazy and used to being lazy, would eventually hit his mind on the Wang family who happened to be leaving for relatives...

When the old lady said that she was tired, she akimbo her hips, gasping for a few breaths, and continued to persuade with her heartfelt words, but her tone eased a little bit: "Song San, after listening to the second sister-in-law's persuasion, you are not young anymore. If you continue to mix up like this, you will really look like Liu Laolai in the west of the village. What the drama says-the prodigal son will not change his head, you have to plan for yourself, don't lose the face of your old Song family! "

This old Liu Lai Song Fengchen had a bit of an impression. When he was young, he relied on his fists and kicks to run wild in the village, and he was very disgusted by a million people. Later, he offended a man and was abolished by an arm and a leg, and no one wanted to marry his daughter. People in their fifties are now in their fifties, guarding a broken cave, and the skinny is like a matchstick. Maybe no one knows one day when he gets his braids up.

After swallowing the last bitter buckwheat cake, there was something in his stomach, Song Fengchen's whole person was a lot of energy, he sighed, and then said with a sneer: "I remember what the second sister-in-law said."

He accepted the old woman's kindness. He is not a predecessor, so naturally he will not repeat Song San's mistakes.

The old woman was taken aback for a moment, as if she had never expected Song San, who had always been rebellious, to be so easy to talk at this moment. She looked at Song Fengchen's treacherous appearance, suppressed the suspicion in her heart, and nodded.

hope so!

Song Fengchen's gaze swept across the old woman's face. He paused, rubbed the thick porcelain bowl in his hand with his thumb, and reminded: "I think the second sister-in-law, you are going to be green in the hall, I'm afraid the family will be restless these days. , If you don’t do it well, there will be a disaster of blood and light, you have to beware of some villains..."

What?

The style of painting became so fast that the old woman really didn't react for a while.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman called from the room: "Aunt Chen, the guests are all here, it's time to open the table."

"Hey, just come."

Hearing this, the old woman immediately ignored the others, so she snatched the two coarse porcelain bowls in Song Fengchen's hands, "Okay, you can go back after you finish eating, and take care of your injuries."

Before the words were over, 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.