Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"By the way, after such an experience, your soul body has suffered a little damage." Song Fengchen's gaze fell on Boss Zhao's seemingly over-indulgent face, and finally exhorted: "Recently this period of time. Just stay at home honestly and don't go anywhere. Remember to take the amulet I left with you, so that nothing happens."

Boss Zhao listened, always feeling that there was something in his words.

Song Fengchen said casually: "The world is in chaos."

The ancestor dragon is dead, and the successors are weak, unable to suppress the demons and demons on this land, so there are so many Xiaoxiaoren popping up one after another.

Before the new ruler reaches the top, China is afraid that it will be in chaos for some time.

And this is the best time for the monks to come out of the mountain, disturb the situation, and make a name for themselves.

Song Fengchen felt like a thousand times in his heart.

Isn't the world getting better and better?

Boss Zhao didn't know why, but he answered honestly.

Song Fengchen originally wanted to pat Boss Zhao’s shoulder. Then he thought, judging from the age of the two, it doesn’t seem appropriate, so he just nodded: "I sweared by you before. Don't worry about it, Meng Duanyou doesn't look like a master who will turn back, so you have to contact yourself for follow-up matters...Anyway, you can do it yourself."

"Understood." Boss Zhao grimaced.

With that, he turned around and waved at the guy behind him.

The man trot forward and handed him what was in his hand.

Boss Zhao took the things and put them directly on the bullock cart next to Song Fengchen. He just said: "Brother Song's life-saving grace, I am grateful to Chu Gong, Zhao, little care, no respect."

Throwing away these words, he patted his chest: "If Brother Song comes to my place again in the future, I will give you a 30% discount."

He explained: "I also work for the boss above. The 30% discount is the biggest master I can do."

This concession was specially prepared for the cadres of the Commune and the Revolutionary Committee. Although it is suspected of being generous, it can at least bring substantial benefits to Song Fengchen.

"Okay, then thank Boss Zhao." Song Fengchen smiled, there is no need to refuse.

Saying goodbye to Boss Zhao, Song Fengchen got in the car, and with a wave of the whip, the car turned around unhurriedly.

When I returned to Yuexi Village, the sky was completely dark. In order to save kerosene, most of the people in the village had fallen asleep at this time.

Under the dim light, Xu Shujian was reading a book, the one with a yellow cover, the one he had translated.

Song Fengchen came in carrying a large bag and a small bag. He saw this scene and immediately said: "The light is so dark, why don't you turn the oil lamp brighter, or it hurts your eyes more."

Xu Shujian shook his mind, and his eyes fell on the pages of the book that he hadn't turned at all. Only then did he realize that he was sitting here for more than an hour in a daze.

He pursed his lips to hide the unnaturalness in his heart.

Then he raised his head and watched Song Fengchen put down the things in his hands and walked over to turn on the oil lamp.

Song Fengchen's appearance is more masculine, but he looks a bit dark, like a solid bronze statue. However, because of the weather, people who are courteous have the same skin color, and they look normal.

His chin is straight, his lips are very thin, and there is no curve. When he is not talking, he looks unspeakably serious.

It's a bit like his grandfather.

Xu Shujian thought wildly.

"What's the matter?" Song Fengchen couldn't help but asked when Xu Shujian hadn't spoken.

"Huh?" Xu Shujian returned to his senses, "Well, it's nothing."

The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

Xu Shujian curled up her fingers, thought about it seriously, and finally asked, "Why did you come back at this time?"

Song Fengchen was in a trance for a moment. He fixedly looked at Xu Shujian with a serious, erratic eyes, and the corners of his lips were inadvertently curved. Xu Shu briefed for preparation.

Xu Shujian listened quietly, the surprise and suspicion on his face became more and more obvious. In the end, he concluded: "This matter can't be handled this way, it's just?"

He hesitated and stopped.

Song Fengchen smiled, his voice low and magnetic, "I know a little magic."

Xu Shujian's eyes shone slightly.

Song Fengchen took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, flicked it forward, and the talisman paper flew in front of Xu Shujian.

The bright light in Xu Shujian's eyes became more apparent, and he tentatively stretched out a finger to touch the talisman paper.

Song Fengchen pinched the finger and twisted the talisman up and down. Under Xu Shujian's gaze, the talisman finally folded into a love heart.

Song Fengchen used this to coax children in his entire life.

Xu Shujian opened her lips slightly, and her heartbeat was so fast that she didn't know why. His eyes jumped to Song Fengchen, and the other party stood there, silent, but he seemed to have heard everything.

The curvature of Song Fengchen's lips became more obvious, his little finger hooked, and the talisman slipped into Xu Shujian's palm involuntarily.

Xu Shujian pressed the corners of her lips, staggered Song Fengchen's sight, but inadvertently squeezed the things in the palms of her hands.

Song Fengchen was already very satisfied. He broke the ambiguity, and also gave Xu Shujian time to think about the slow product, "By the way, I brought you a good thing."

As he said, he turned around and found the two canned oranges from a large pile of things on the ground, and then found one of the iron cans with the scissors to pry open, together with the chopsticks, put it in front of Xu Shujian: "Try it."

Looking at the big four characters of oranges in sugar water on the tin box, Xu Shujian's throat became dry. His little finger touched the talisman in the palm of his hand. He picked up the chopsticks and took a piece of orange and put it into his mouth.

"How is it?" Song Fengchen said as he sorted out the things on the ground.

"Very sweet." Xu Shujian concluded.

Song Fengchen thought for a while, in this era, the word sweet should mean delicious.

Then he nodded: "You like it."

Xu Shujian opened her mouth: "Aren't you going to eat it?"

Song Fengchen replied simply: "You eat it, I don't like sweets."

Xu Shujian stared at the syrupy orange in front of him for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to pick up the second piece.

Song Fengchen is counting the thank you gifts given to him by Boss Zhao, a large pack of dried beef, at least four or five catties, a pack of colorful fruit candies, a small paper bag with ten packs of large Qianmen cigarettes in it, 30 cents and nine cents. The kind of one pack.

There are also ten brand new Great Unity.

This thank you gift can be said to be quite kind.

Song Fengchen turned his head, Xu Shujian was holding the can and sipping sugar water in a serious manner.

He thought for a while, folded into the kitchen, found a small bowl, and decorated Xu Shu with some dried beef: "Try this."

Xu Shujian's eyes lit up and he picked up a stick and put it into his mouth. The just right salty taste instantly dilutes the sweet taste in his mouth.

He let out a sigh of relief.

The author has something to say:

Xu Shujian: Start working hard to fall in love today!

Song Fengchen: Grandpa? Nothing wrong!