Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"Comrade Song, I'm really sorry to bother you." The visitor was burly and stood upright, carrying a gift box in his hand, a little excited on his face.

The second son of the Chen family quickly introduced: "This is Comrade Wang Jianshe Wang from the waste collection station."

Song Fengchen nodded, "Go into the house and talk!"

Song Fengchen carried a copper kettle and poured a bowl of water for Wang Jianshe and the second son of the Chen family. Wang Jianshe thanked him cautiously.

"Let's talk about it, what happened to your house?"

Wang Jianshe's expression cleared, he frowned, his voice low: "Actually, it was not me who had the problem, but one of my comrades-in-arms."

Song Fengchen picked up the bowl and took a sip of water.

Just listen to Wang Jianshe continuing: "My comrade-in-arms has three children. They all changed suddenly without knowing how a month ago. They had no energy all day, lost everything in their work, did not like to talk, did not like to eat, and were sleepy and dreamy. When it’s serious, it’s a day or two to sleep, and I can’t wake up no matter how I call it. I have been screaming for headaches during this period of time... but I went to the hospital and couldn’t find any problems.”

Wang Jianshe hesitated: "I thought about it afterwards, and I always felt that they were calculated by others, and it was the way of others."

Song Fengchen put down the porcelain bowl in his hand: "It's just that the child has an accident, what about your comrade-in-arms?"

Wang Jianshe looked sad: "My comrade-in-arms has nothing to do with it. It is because of this that he has trouble sleeping and eating, and he has lost a lot of weight."

As he said, he looked at Song Fengchen nervously: "I can't help it, so I have used some means... Please don't take Comrade Song to heart."

The second son of the Chen family said: "What's the matter, my third uncle is not that small."

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows.

The second of the Chen family’s tone changed: "But I said before I came here. When Deputy Director Zhou asked my third uncle to come over, I gave Xiao Erbai just the red envelope..."

Wang Jianshe blushed in an instant. He just bought a bicycle some time ago, and now he doesn't have that much net worth.

The second son of the Chen family continued: "What's more, your comrade-in-arms lives in Baizhen, which is several tens of miles away from my Yuexi Village. This one and the other plus less work will have to delay my third uncle's time, then this reward But we have to discuss it carefully."

"It should." Wang Jianshe was obviously a little cramped.

The second son of the Chen family changed his voice: "Remember those things I went to your place to find last time?"

"Remember." Wang Jianshe didn't know why.

"At that time, I was in a hurry, and I was afraid of accidents, and I didn't understand those, so I just picked a few..."

Wang Jianshe realized that, he quickly said: "There are really a lot of things like this in our purchase station. They were collected a few years ago. Because copper is not copper and iron is not iron, it is not necessary for the top, and the supply and marketing cooperatives are not good. Processing, so they are piled up in the warehouse of the purchase station to get moldy."

"The day after tomorrow, my colleague took time off to give his mother-in-law to spend her birthday, and I was the only one on duty at the purchase station. If you want something, just come to me."

Regardless of what the Chen Family's second An's mind is, Song Fengchen was really moved after hearing Wang Jianshe's words.

He pondered over and over again, isn't it just a delay of two days?

"All right." Song Fengchen responded, "Then you can come and pick me up tomorrow."

"Hey." Wang Jianshe's heart loosened and he was very excited.

Sending off the two, Song Fengchen returned to the yard.

It's sunset.

He looked at Xu Shujian: "Go back to the house, it's time to make dinner."

After witnessing all this, Xu Shujian didn't ask much, but silently grabbed Song Fengchen's arm when he got out of bed, and stood firm with difficulty. For fear of jumping into Song Fengchen's arms again, he coughed slightly, "I'll do it myself."

"Yeah." Song Fengchen held him uprightly, his eyes drooping slightly.

The things Wang Jianshe brought are still real, a pack of brown sugar, a catty of cooked peanuts, a bottle of old white dried, and two braised trotters.

Add in the two large strips of bacon, two old hens, and a basket of eggs from the Chen family... Song Fengchen turned around and asked Xu Shujian: "What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

Xu Shujian glanced at the trotters twice more.

I have been drinking rice porridge for several days, saying that it is impossible not to eat meat.

Song Fengchen understood in seconds, and then he steamed a bowl of brown sugar water eggs for Xu Shujian.

At the dinner table, Xu Shujian poked the egg yolk, and the brown sugar water gurgled into it.

It looked like a Pikachu who was silently wronged with his ears drooping.

Song Fengchen's lips turned down calmly, then put a small piece of pigskin into his rice bowl, and said faintly: "You are not in good health. You can't eat more greasy things."

"Yeah." Xu Shujian snorted, took a bite of the egg, and chewed slowly.

So awkward!

Song Fengchen chuckled lightly.

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The next day.

Song Fengchen got up early and sent the two old hens and half a basket of eggs from the Chen family to the cowshed.

After coming back, I just entrusted Xu Shujian and the gastrodia elata hanging in the back of the house to Chen Er's sister-in-law, Wang Jianshe came and rode the bicycle he had just bought.

It was bumpy all the way, and it was noon when I got there.

Song Fengchen looked around and found that this village looked much richer than Yuexi Village. Except for the dilapidated thatched huts next door, most of them were tiled houses.

Wang Jianshe raised his hand and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened and a thin middle-aged man came out. He saw Wang Jianshe and Song Fengchen. He asked, "Big Brother Wang, why are you here, who is this comrade?"

"Go in and talk." Wang Jianshe said.

"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded.

After entering the house, Wang Jianshe closed the door with his backhand. He looked at the middle-aged man: "Comrade Song, this is my comrade-in-arm Du Jizhou."

He looked at Du Jizhou again: "Jizhou, this Comrade Song is a master in that field I specially invited."

"What?" Du Jizhou frowned.

Wang Jianshe persuaded: "Ji Zhou, I know you don't believe this, but Mingyuan and the others are already like that. They have to try it. What if my guess is true? Let alone everyone invited."

Du Jizhou frowned, obviously being moved. He looked at Song Fengchen and suppressed the doubt in his heart: "Then trouble Comrade Song."

After speaking, he turned and led Song Fengchen and the two into the room.

On the Chase shop, three children with unusually ruddy faces lay side by side. Two boys curled up and slept in the dark. The youngest girl saw Du Jizhou coming in, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was crying: "Dad, I'm so uncomfortable, I Is it going to die..."

Du Jizhou's eyes were red instantly, and he stepped forward and picked up the scrawny child: "No, Doudou, rest assured, Dad will definitely find a way to cure you."

Song Fengchen walked over, leaned down and looked at the girl, "Is Doudou? Uncle asks you a few questions. You have to answer me truthfully, OK?"

Out of fear of strangers, the girl subconsciously shrank into Du Jizhou's arms. She raised her head: "Dad?"

Du Jizhou immediately calmed down: "Listen to Uncle's words."

Song Fengchen asked: "Besides the headache, is there any other discomfort in your body?"

The girl was a little dazed: "It's gone."

Song Fengchen directly stretched out his hand, holding the girl's two wrists, and slightly harder: "Does it hurt here?"

The girl shook her head.

Song Fengchen held her ankle again, "here."

The girl shook her head again

Song Fengchen held out her thumb against her belly button, and the girl shook her head without waiting for him to ask.

There is no problem with Qipu.

Song Fengchen touched the girl's spine and pressed a little at the chest level. The girl shook her body and cried, "It hurts!"

"Comrade Song!" Du Ji Zhouyi was shocked.

Song Fengchen frowned slightly. He took out three copper coins from his pocket and asked Du Jizhou for a needle. He looked at the girl: "Don't be afraid of Doudou, let uncle take some blood, and it won't hurt right away."

"Really?" The girl's eyes were hazy with tears.

"Really." Song Fengchen promised, and then took a drop of blood from the girl's eyebrows, the tip of the tongue, and the earlobe and dropped them on the three copper coins.

Song Fengchen pinched the finger and waited until the blood dripped on the copper coin, he gathered a ray of true energy in his palm, blindfolded the girl's eyes, and let go again after a while.

He put the three copper coins in front of the girl's eyes one by one, and asked: "Doudou can tell me now, how many coins does Uncle have in his hands?"

The girl blinked: "Two."