Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Cheng Hanfei directly led Song Fengchen to the Zhang family.

"Han Fei," Zhang Zhongshu quickly walked downstairs, his eyes fell on Song Fengchen, his dignity faded a little: "This one is Nephew Song Xian!"

Song Fengchen responded: "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Zhongshu shook his head: "It's a bit too far-fetched to call Mr. Shi. To count, Shidao and I are classmates in high school. If you don't dislike it, just like Han Fei, just call my uncle."

The proper way in his mouth refers to Xu Shidao, Xu Shujian's father.

Song Fengchen complied with kindness: "Uncle Zhang."

The polite words were also said, Zhang Zhongshu couldn't wait: "Nephew Song Xian, do you think about my father's affairs?"

Song Fengchen nodded: "Let me see the old man."

"Okay." Zhang Zhongshu immediately led Song Fengchen upstairs.

Since discovering that the old man was holding the ginseng film, he was like Huiguangfanzhao. After he recovered his health in an instant, his family took him back from the hospital. First, it is convenient to invite masters of metaphysics to see it; second, it is to prevent people who know about it and use this matter to get the old man to be a guinea pig or something.

At the door of the room, Zhang Zhongshu stretched out his hand to unscrew the doorknob. In the room, four or five pairs of eyes glanced over.

Song Fengchen walked in and looked at Zhang Bingjun, who was pale without a trace of blood on the bed with his back on the pillow, but he seemed to be in good spirits, and shouted, "Master Zhang."

Zhang Bingjun pulled out a smile, and said vaguely: "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry Song Xiaoge made a special trip over here."

Song Fengchen nodded slightly, did not speak any more, just walked to the bed, opened the quilt on Zhang Bingjun, and looked him up and down.

Seeing his movements, the Zhang family present couldn't help slowing their breathing.

In the literature, when life is exhausted until old age, the lamp is dead, which means that when the lamp oil dries up, the fire is also extinguished. When it comes to metaphysics, Taoists refer to lamp oil by the anger in the human body. When anger is used up, people die.

From the bright side, Zhang Bingjun’s entrance is very few in anger, but the cycle is orderly. It is indeed the call of the imminent end, and it does not seem to be touched by someone.

But looking at Zhang Bingjun's face again, the other party clearly still has five or six years of life.

Song Fengchen re-covered the quilt for Zhang Bingjun and asked: "The old man is holding the ginseng film now?"

Zhang Bingjun nodded.

Song Fengchen: "Can I see it?"

Zhang Bingjun nodded and looked up at a middle-aged man on Zhang Zhongshu's left.

I can't tell him to spit out the ginseng slices in his mouth for Song Fengchen to see!

The middle-aged man will take care of it. He turns and walks to the closet in the corner, opens the door of the cabinet, and takes out a wooden box: "That's it."

Song Fengchen took the wooden box and opened it, and what caught his eye was ginseng half the length of an index finger.

He picked up this half of ginseng, the first feeling he started was a bit heavy.

As mentioned earlier, in Song Fengchen's last life, in the past few years, a thousand-year-old ginseng was auctioned at the Haishi Ginseng Festival. The dried product weighed no more than 90 grams.

But now, the half of ginseng in his hand is estimated to weigh about two or two.

Song Fengchen took the half of ginseng and put it under his nose and smelled it. The rich ginseng fragrance came to his face. He shook his nose. Vaguely, he keenly smelled an inaudible rancid smell.

He said, "If you can, please get me a bowl of bottom ash and some bottles of white vinegar."

"Okay." Although he didn't understand the use of Song Fengchen's request, the middle-aged man nodded in response, then turned around and opened the door and walked out.

Song Fengchen asked again: "Where did this thing come from?"

The Zhang family at the scene looked at the young man on Zhang Zhongshu's right. They were not stupid. Listening to Song Fengchen's tone, they knew that this ginseng might not be right.

The young man scratched his head uncomfortably, and honestly replied: "This was bought from a lame old lady when I went to the pharmacy to get medicine. She said that this ginseng was left by her father. Yes, because her grandson was seriously ill and urgently needed money, she was desperate and only thought of selling this ginseng for money."

"I asked the doctor in the pharmacy, and they all said that this ginseng was definitely more than three thousand years old. The lame old lady asked for 8,000 yuan, and the pharmacy couldn’t get so much cash at once. I thought that ginseng is not a vintage. The higher the effect, the better? It happens that the family also needs this thing, so I rushed to buy it back."

He doesn't dare to brag about his achievements and the magical effects of this ginseng now. He just said nervously, "Brother Song, is there anything wrong with this ginseng?"

This scene is a bit familiar!

Song Fengchen only said: "It's not certain now."

At this moment, the middle-aged man came back with something.

Song Fengchen poured the ashes from the bottom of the pot into the basin, adjusted it with white vinegar, and then took a towel dipped in the dark viscous liquid and rubbed the half of ginseng vigorously.

The pungent sour smell spread in an instant. Just when Zhang Zhongshu couldn't bear it, his eyes were red and he was about to open the window for ventilation, Song Fengchen finally stopped his movements.

He shouted: "Water."

The middle-aged man quickly picked up the water scoop and poured a scoop of water into Song Fengchen's hand.

Two minutes later, the drenching water gradually recovered its clarity, but the half of the ginseng in Song Fengchen's hand still kept its dark appearance, and the Zhang family was shocked when he saw it.

Song Fengchen took the dry towel handed over by the middle-aged man, wiped off the water on his hands, and then smelled the half of the ginseng, the rich ginseng fragrance disappeared, and only the rancid smell came on his face.

He said: "Sure enough."

Zhang Zhongshu couldn't help but asked, "Nephew Song Xian, what exactly is this?"

"This thing is indeed ginseng." Song Fengchen said.

Zhang Zhongshu was taken aback.

Song Fengchen looked up at him: "Does the zombies know?"

Zhang Zhongshu nodded.

In the last life, Song Fengchen once heard a saying in a movie: "The reason why people become bad is because they are not up to date. The reason why corpses become zombies is because they breathe more."

"In the Song Dynasty, the war was endless, the people were not living, and there were countless innocent deaths. There was a custom in the North at that time to prevent the dead from holding grudges and turning into zombies after death. When the corpses were collected, they would bury them in the mouths of the dead. The next ginseng seed wrapped in cinnabar."

"If the deceased died without resentment, it would be fine. If the deceased held a grudge and could not swallow it with a breath hanging in his throat, the ginseng seeds in his mouth would take this breath as nourishment to take root and sprout...This breath was ginseng. The seed is taken away, without it, the corpse of the deceased will naturally not become a zombie."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Bingjun's complexion changed drastically, his abdomen rolled: "Wow..."

He fell on the edge of the bed and threw up directly.

"dad--"

The scene suddenly became chaotic. Seeing Zhang's family frantic, Song Fengchen touched his nose and didn't go on.

Just when Zhang Bingjun was about to spit out the acid in his stomach, he suddenly rolled his eyes, tilted the corner of his mouth, twitched and fell.

Without the ginseng film, he was paralyzed again.

Only this time, the Zhang family obviously has the backbone, "Nephew Song Xian, what should we do now?"

Song Fengchen clearly saw the anger above Zhang Bingjun's entrance turmoil, and the little anger that was left was pouring into his heart, only getting in and out.

He stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Bingjun's heart, where he started with a bump the size of a soybean.

When he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, when he fixed his eyes, the bulge the size of a soybean grain turned into a small insect.

Almost blurted out, his pupils shrank slightly: "This is, Gu worm--"

Song Fengchen might as well guess boldly.

Generally speaking, Gu worms are cultivated with insidious things, which naturally results in their instinct to chase after insidious things.

This ginseng grown from the resentment in the dead body is sinister enough, which can explain why Zhang Bingjun's condition immediately healed when he took the ginseng film.

——When he was holding the ginseng tablets, this Gu worm focused on absorbing the Yin Qi in the ginseng tablets, so there was no energy to toss him!

"Gu worm?" Looking at Zhang Bingjun's half-dead appearance, Zhang Zhongshu was dying, and he said anxiously: "Nephew Song Xian, since the matter has been figured out, do you think you can get out the gu worm from the old man's body first? ?"

Song Fengchen shook his head and said apologetically: "Sorry, I don't have much research on Gu worms. Perhaps, I can write a letter to ask my grandfather and ask him to introduce a master in this area."

It's just that, it will definitely delay a lot of time, but I don't know if Zhang Bingjun can stick to that point.

Zhang Zhongshu obviously thought of this too. He turned a blank face, but still had a fluke: "Is there no other way?"

"It's not nothing," Song Fengchen said: "The person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell..."

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door: "Sir, Doctor Li is here, saying that he has found a way to cure the old man's illness."