Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

The Chen family returned home with anti-fever medicine.

Zheng Dehui poured a bowl of warm water and walked to the bed, trying to wake Xu Shujian who had fallen asleep.

Song Fengchen hurriedly stepped forward to help him and half-kneeled on the edge of the bed. In a daze, Xu Shujian tilted his head and fell into Song Fengchen's arms.

"Shu Jian, take medicine." Zheng Dehui said in a low voice.

Xu Shujian exhaled slightly, picked up the two white pills in Zheng Dehui's hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and poured half a bowl of water with his hand, wrinkled into a bitter melon face between the turbulence of his apple.

bitter!

Uncomfortable!

Xu Shujian gasped and buried his head in Song Fengchen's arms, just pressing on his heart.

Song Fengchen felt that his heartbeat seemed to be so fast.

He said: "Then I will go back first."

"Okay." Xu Junmin's voice was weak, his lips were pale, and he nodded.

Song Fengchen used both arms to pick up the person together with the bedding, went out of the door, and put it on the ox cart.

He turned around and said to Zheng Dehui who was following: "You can use the things I brought with peace of mind. If you don't have enough, just tell me."

"Brother Song trouble." Zheng Dehui's vicissitudes of life was full of gratitude, thinking of the pile of things that the Chen family's boss had removed from the bullock cart just now.

"By the way, I heard that the old man is a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine?" Song Fengchen said.

Zheng Dehui nodded.

"How are the few inside?"

Zheng Dehui frowned: "The situation is not very optimistic."

Song Fengchen understood: "Well, you can write some prescriptions. I will ask Qi Yan to help me get some medicinal materials and raise them slowly."

The fifty yuan left in his pocket is for this.

The boss of the Chen family next to her immediately responded: "There is a distant cousin from the Yue family who works in the county hospital. It shouldn't be difficult to get medicine."

"This, how embarrassing this is, it's too troublesome for Brother Song." Zheng Dehui looked excited, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

"Nothing." Song Fengchen said slowly.

He has done a lot of giving charcoal in the snow. In his previous life, hundreds of children said that they would raise them as soon as they were raised, which is not bad.

not to mention…

Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the bedding on the bullock cart, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his heart turned a thousand times.

Sending off the Chen family boss, Song Fengchen walked into the room, the oil lamp dimmed, and black smoke rose, and a swaying halo was thrown on the wall.

Xu Shujian slept unsteadily, babbled in her mouth, and did not hear clearly.

Song Fengchen touched his forehead, as hot as ever.

He found the enamel basin from a pile of things in the corner, and came back with a basin of cold water, wetted it with a towel, and put it on Xu Shujian's forehead.

After doing this, his gaze shifted down, and it happened to fall on Xu Shujian's lips. His lip shape was very beautiful. When the upper lip was tight, it was like a perfect bow, which was as unstoppable as his people.

Song Fengchen stared blankly until Xu Shujian murmured, and the towel on his forehead fell off while struggling.

Song Fengchen recovered, he picked up the towel, and the hot and humid he had started, so he had to put cold water on Xu Shujian's forehead again.

He sighed in his heart, simply abandoning distracting thoughts, and got up to go to the kitchen to get something to fill his empty stomach, but his sight suddenly touched Xu Shujian's bare feet outside the quilt.

Song Fengchen went around the end of the bed, grabbed his left foot wrapped in gauze, and stuffed it into the quilt. But I didn't want to. In the next moment, Xu Shujian's right foot consciously wrapped up and clung to his wrist.

Hot and cold, when the two collide, it is a heart that has fallen.

The lights inside the house flickered, and the bugs screamed outside the house.

Song Fengchen stared at the round toes in front of him. For a long time, he took a long breath and stretched out his little finger to scratch the palm of his foot.

With a snap, the soles of both feet retracted into the bed.

Song Fengchen pressed the quilt and got up to go out. Instead of going directly to the kitchen, he went to the main hall, took out a pack of cigarettes from the bamboo basket in the corner, tore off the package, took out one, and stuffed it into his mouth...

When Xu Shujian woke up, the sun was shining outside the house.

He opened his eyes, panting lightly, and there was chaos in his mind.

With a creak, the door of the room opened.

"You are awake." A man walked in.

Xu Shu simply looked at the visitor, put his hand on his forehead, and said, "It doesn't burn anymore, do you feel better?"

Xu Shujian shook her head and nodded.

The visitor asked again: "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Xu Shujian found herself dragging a long nose.

The man came and went.

After a while, he came in with a bowl. The bowl was filled with porridge and pork bone soup. He smelled the aroma.

Sitting up with the man's hand and eating a bowl of hot porridge, Xu Shujian barely had energy.

He looked at Song Fengchen: "Why am I here?"

"This is my house." Song Fengchen said: "You were burnt yesterday, and it was not easy to settle in the bullpen, so I will take you back."

Xu Shujian didn't know why it was a little complicated, he lowered his eyelids and said softly, "Thank you!"

"It's okay." Song Fengchen took the small bowl and put it on the stool beside the bed: "If you go to bed for a while, Chen Er's sister-in-law will come and take a look from time to time. If you feel uncomfortable, tell them. I also asked the boss of the Chen family to take care of the bullpen."

Xu Shujian looked at him.

Song Fengchen explained: "I will go up the mountain and come back before dark."

"Yeah." Xu Shujian replied.

Song Fengchen helped him lie down.

Vaguely Xu Shujian smelled a faint smell of smoke from Song Fengchen.

It doesn't smell bad, he thought.

"Right," Song Fengchen interrupted his thoughts: "The toilet is under the bed. If you are in a hurry, can you do it by yourself?"

Xu Shujian coughed unnaturally, and looked away from Song Fengchen's gaze, and said with an urn sound, "It's okay."

Song Fengchen chuckled, not disappointed, and walked out carrying the bowl.

There is no delay in going up the mountain. After another ten and a half months, the gastrodia elata sprouts, the roots shrink, and the efficacy of the medicine diminishes, so they can no longer be harvested.

Now the food and drink of seven or eight of them can be produced by the mountain.

Of course, this is also to prevent Xu Shujian from feeling embarrassed.

There is a saying that Song Fengchen still knows, called distance produces beauty.