Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

After such a thing happened, the villagers of Qinghe Village were ecstatic after the horror. At least from then on, the educated youth and Lao Lai in the village were born in peace, and the children in the family were also supervised by the adults. Nothing similar to theft occurred in the village again. Qinghe Village has also become a nearby villager. The civilized village on the number.

How can I think that seven or eight years have passed since this stall, and his grandson suddenly committed a crime.

Li Xiao, the second child of the Li family, frowned, and said in an unhurried tone: "This is all to blame. I am too accustomed to the small fourth, so he eats too many biscuits in the morning and did not eat at noon. When I was hungry in the afternoon, I had something to do. Just take care of him, otherwise he wouldn’t run into the field to steal sweet potatoes because of a hungry stomach."

The old man Li Anming listened, with blue veins on his forehead and a complex expression. He opened his mouth, whether he could not speak.

But Li Zhong, the eldest son of the Li family, couldn't help asking: "Then Comrade Song, do you think our little fourth child can be rescued?"

The old man Li Anming came back to his senses in an instant, and followed his help: "Yes, Comrade Song, you must find a way. The life of our little four will be handed over to you."

Song Fengchen, who had seen all the attitudes of the Li family, couldn't help but sigh. The old man Li Anming is a typical peacemaker, the boss Li Zhong is a bit smart and generous, but the second child Li Xiao is cruel.

It can be seen that the Li family is not wealthy, but the second child, Li Xiao, can let the child eat snacks all the time, which shows that he really loves this child.

It’s just that how much you loved before, I’m afraid you have to hate it now.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen straightened up, his eyes dropped slightly, and said slowly: "It is not difficult to solve this matter. The reason why Zhang Cui stayed in Yangjian was purely because the resentment in his heart was too heavy, and he became the earth-bound spirit here. As long as he can Dispel her grievances and save her to die, this child will naturally get better with it."

"As for how to get rid of the grievances on Zhang Cui?" Song Fengchen looked at the Li family, father and son, and before they could speak, he continued: "It's easy, just do some hands and feet on her coffin."

"Zhang Cui's coffin?" The old man Li Anming grumbled.

After Zhang Cui died that year, when her old Lai father got up in the bathroom in the middle of the night, she fell into the dung pit and drowned because of the slippery feet in the dark. There was only one milk doll in the Zhang family who had not learned to speak. Their father Some young men in the village helped clean up the women's bodies.

What else can I do?

Once the torn straw mat was wrapped, just dig a hole and bury it, wherever the coffin came from.

Even if it did, these seven or eight years have passed, and it's almost rotten when buried in the ground.

In other words, they have to put on a coffin board, which is second!

The most important thing is that if they want to move Zhang Cui's grave, they will inevitably attract the attention of the villagers. Can they be willing to be overtaken by Zhang Cui?

After all, Qinghe Village has been able to live in peace for so many years, but Zhang Cui is in town.

So if he wants to do this, his family has to pay a price.

The old man Li Anming had a throbbing pain in his heart. He subconsciously glanced at the boy in the hospital bed. Anyway, this is his favorite grandson. He looks clean and has good academic performance...

Life is at stake, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, just do what you said Comrade Song."

Then he turned his head to look at the boss Li Zhong: "Boss, you go and invite the captain over, just say that I have something to discuss with him."

"Okay." Boss Li Zhong replied in a deep voice, turning around, wind blowing under his feet.

When the boss Li Zhong led Li Guiren, the leader of the Qinghe Village Production Brigade, several women from the Li family had just cooked their meals.

The dinner was quite hearty, with a bowl of fried pork, a bowl of toon eggs, a bowl of pan-fried crucian carp, and a portion of boiled vegetables. The staple food was tartary buckwheat cake.

As soon as he entered the door, Li Guiren smiled and greeted the Chen family boss: "Oh, Deputy Secretary Chen is also here."

The Chen family boss got up and exchanged a few words with him, and then handed over the conversation to the Li family.

Song Fengchen's gaze fell on Li Guiren's trousers, which were crookedly printed with the word urea in capitals and bold, and a row of Japanese was next to it.

Noting Song Fengchen's sight, the Chen family boss came up and whispered: "Uncle San, that's a fertilizer bag."

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows.

The Chen family boss continued: “Our commune followed suit some time ago and brought in a batch of fertilizers from Japan. The packaging used was white nylon cloth. It felt similar to the cloth bought by the supply and marketing agency. The commune used these fertilizer bags as The rewards were given to commune and brigade officials to make pants. Li Guiren received two fertilizer bags because he was praised by the top for his good vibe in Qinghe Village."

Song Fengchen nodded.

He sat down with a cup of dry melon wine. After hearing the words of the old man Li Anming, Li Guiren frowned, and almost subconsciously lowered his voice, apparently avoiding something, "You want to give Zhang Cui a super life?"

The old man Li Anming quickly picked up the wine bottle and poured wine on Li Guiren, "Guyren, I can’t do anything about it. It’s the same for Xiaosier. You say that my grandfather can’t save him? It’s up to me. You are a cousin with your dad, and Xiaosier is your nephew. You can do me a favor."

Li Guiren put down the chopsticks in his hand: "Uncle An Ming, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but that this matter is of great importance. Let’s not talk about how our village’s good reputation for so many years came from. Let’s talk about the matter of super saving. Our family knows it well, but if it spreads to the outside and is known to others, in a blink of an eye you can put on a hat that promotes feudal superstition and pull your family out of the street."

The old man Li Anming quickly said: "I don't know the people in our village? The tone is tight. As long as they don't spread it, who knows this?"

Li Guiren stopped talking.

How could the old man Li Mingan not understand what he meant, "Well, as long as the villagers can turn one eye and close one eye this time, my family will give the production brigade 30 yuan a year from now on."

Isn't it just taking money to buy it, he will give it.

Li Guiren was unmoved.

The old man Li Anming gritted his teeth: "Forty yuan, no more."

Forty yuan a year, four hundred yuan in ten years...

Li Guiren reluctantly nodded: "Let's do it, for the sake of Deputy Secretary Chen's face, I will help your family."

The old man Li Anming breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Li Guiren's hands: "Then trouble my nephew, a little bit, I will pull some cloth for you to make some new pants."

Li Guiren smiled even more on his face, but said in his mouth: "How embarrassing is this!"

He glanced at the Chen family boss, who smiled at him.

Li Guiren just accepted the red envelope neatly, patted his chest and said, "Okay, this matter is on my body. When I have finished eating, I will call the villagers to have a meeting and discuss it. no."

Li Guiren was satisfied, how could he not understand the meaning of the old man Li Anming's words. No matter how good the atmosphere in Qinghe Village is, for so many years Li Guiren has earned him a pair of pants made of urea bags, which is far from the red envelope.

He was right when he thought about it. Instead of pursuing those imaginary reputations, the benefits he got were more attractive.

Song Fengchen said nothing, silently nibbling on the tartary buckwheat cake.

Just as quiet as him is Li Xiao, the second child of the Li family, he has no expression on his face, but he doesn't know what he is thinking.

After dinner, the three of Li's father and son followed Li Guiren to a meeting. When they came back, they carried a coffin made of wooden boards.

Li Zhong, the eldest of the Li family, touched the sweat on his forehead and looked at Song Fengchen: "Comrade Song, do you look at this coffin?"

"Not bad." Song Fengchen nodded.

"Then you see now?" The old man Li Anming looked nervous.

Things are urgent, of course, the sooner they are done, the better.

Song Fengchen turned and looked at the Li family women, "Are everything I want ready?"

"It's all ready." As he said, the mother-in-law of the Chen family's eldest brought out a lot of things.

"That's good." Song Fengchen mentioned the bag he had brought, and said to the old man Li Anming: "Does the old man know where Zhang Cui is buried?"

"knowledge."

"Trouble, lead the way."

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Each family turned off the lights one after another, and Li Anming sat in front holding a wooden tray. There is a white candle on the left and right sides of the tray. Two bowls are placed in the middle of the candle. One bowl contains a large piece of bacon, and the other bowl contains five cooked eggs, which can be counted as sacrifices for the time being.

Following him was Song Fengchen. He carried the bamboo basket on his back, and the three clear bells in his hand were swaying again and again. With the night breeze blowing from time to time in all directions, the scene was a little weird.

Then there was the Chen family boss. He carried a few bottles of dried melon wine and poured half a bowl on the side of the road as he walked. This was to buy road money for lonely ghosts.

At the end are the two brothers of the Li family who are carrying the coffin, with white cloth wrapped around their waists.

Arriving on a hillside, the old man Li Anming said with a false voice, and pointed to the flat land overgrown with weeds: "Comrade Song, this is it."

Song Fengchen drew three sticks of incense from his back basket, took out a match and lit it on the ground beside his feet, and said: "Song Fengchen, the younger generation, has been entrusted by the Li family to reincarnate. If you offend, please forgive me."

The Li family held their breath almost subconsciously.

At this moment, the yin wind burst, and the three long incense sticks on the ground were cut off. Only a pounce was heard, and the two white candles on the tray in the hands of the old man Li Anming suddenly went out.

Li family members all raised their throats with a heart, and their backs became cold.

The Chen family boss, who thought he had seen the world, watched the Li family's legs trembling, and most of the fear in his heart disappeared in an instant, and a touch of indescribable pride rose immediately after his face.

Song Fengchen didn’t want to be forgiving, took out three long incense sticks again, lit them on the ground, "Listen to me, sir, although you died unjustly back then, your father and those educated youths have already paid for it afterwards, but you However, he did not give up because of this. Instead, he killed a few villagers who stole food. The crime is heavy, and it is no different from murder. You will be rewarded."

As soon as the voice fell, a gust of wind came, and instantly knocked several members of the Li family to the ground. Song Fengchen frowned slightly and stomped his feet abruptly. The three sticks on the ground, including him, were surrounded by a vacuum, unaffected by the wind.

Song Fengchen then continued: "You can remember that you have also guarded Qinghe Village for eight years. The merits and demerits are offset. Now is the right time for you to get away and completely end this matter. Do you still have to persevere and continue to kill? Human life has caused a bad karma, are you willing to fall into the animal realm in the future?"

The wind blew aimlessly.

Song Fengchen, who doesn't want to use force, consistently persuades him: "You are innocent, so why should you get into sin? It's better to let go of your grievances and get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible. You say yes or no!"

The wind stopped suddenly, and there was a long silence. The old man Li Anming was on the ground, his heart beating like thunder. He raised his head cautiously, and the two white candles lying on the ground in front of him stood up suddenly, without fire spontaneously.

Immediately after a faint ground movement, a small piece of grass suddenly protruded from the flat ground not far away, which looked like a grave pile.

Song Fengchen nodded in satisfaction. He pointed to the raised grave pile and said to the Li family: "Dig, be careful."

The old man Li Anming swallowed, got up from the ground, grabbed the **** beside him, and walked over with trembling legs.

…

"Comrade Song, okay, okay, all the bones have been dug out." Li Zhong, the eldest of the Li family, shrank his neck. Although he was not so afraid in his heart, his legs were still soft.

Song Fengchen walked to the coffin, glanced at the pitch-black pile of bones, then took out a blank talisman paper and stuck it on the skull, then found two hand bones and leg bones, bit the tip of the tongue, and forced the tip of the tongue. Blood, leaving a little blood mark on each bone mountain.

After doing this, Song Fengchen took two steps back and said: "Okay, seal the coffin and bury it."

"Okay." The old man Li Anming replied, with half surprise in his tone.

When the coffin fell into the tomb, Song Fengchen took out seven coins and threw them away. The coins fell steadily on the lid of the coffin, in the shape of a big dipper.

What he arranged was the Fengling Array.

Money flows through the hands of thousands of people, and the yang energy is very heavy, which can inhibit the flow of yin energy. The blank yellow talisman he put on the skull is equivalent to a living talisman. It can introduce the resentment on the corpse in the coffin into the soul-sealing formation. The blood on the tip of the tongue can seal the yin veins of the corpse in the coffin. The replenishment of the yin qi in the corpse can naturally gradually dissipate, so as to achieve the purpose of eliminating Zhang Cui's grievances.

After doing this, it was four more days before returning to Li's house.

"No, all the scars on Xiao Si'er's body are gone." The old man Li Anming looked excited, and the panic in his heart was swept away.

The middle-aged woman cried with joy.

The Li family eldest Li Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Song Fengchen with gratitude.

With a bang, the porcelain bowl in the hands of Li Xiao, the second child of the Li family, slammed on the table, and his face was expressionless: "Since this matter is solved, let's talk about another thing now!"