Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Early the next morning, Chen Bingwen came to visit Song Fengchen as scheduled.

He also ordered breakfast, and the bridge rice noodles were very courteous. A casserole with a diameter of more than 30 cm, a stock made of big bones, old hens, and ham, hot soup, goose fat cover, plus more than 20 dishes of various colors, raw pork tenderloin slices, chicken breast slices, five Mature pork loin slices, belly slices, vegetable tender leeks, magnolia slices, tofu skin...

The presentation is fine, the taste is delicious, and it is unexpectedly in line with Song Fengchen's taste.

Song Fengchen ate happily here, while Chen Bingwen sipped his bitter tea and shared the news he had just received with Song Fengchen.

Wen Ai Dang found a doctor from the Provincial Hospital and performed another operation on Wen Tingwen overnight.

It is said that the operation was very successful.

Zhou Haochang's chopsticks stopped.

When Song Fengchen proposed the two solutions to the problem, he was there.

Now Wen Tingwen had another operation, which means that he really chose the first method.

This was not originally an unexpected thing.

After all, compared to losing two legs, the consequences of the first method are obviously much lighter.

But when I think about it, I feel disgusting.

Zhou Haochang's expression was complicated, and he suddenly lost his appetite.

Chen Bingwen poured a cup of tea for Song Fengchen and handed it over: "Excuse me, I think Mr. Song's attitude towards the Wen family does not seem to be very good. With Mr. Song's ability, why bother to compromise."

Song Fengchen put down his chopsticks, drew a paper towel and wiped his mouth, "It's not just trying to make things happen."

He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip: "Although I am a little capable, but the current situation of the country is like this. To make it clearer, I am actually a low-level character, how dare to hit a rock with a pebble. In case the Wen family is worried about it, They have thousands of ways to clean up me."

Chen Bingwen immediately said solemnly: "Mr. Song, don't worry, I am here..."

Song Fengchen interrupted him directly: "That is, Mr. Chen gave me a bit of face. If you were not there yesterday, I really thought that Wen Ai party could talk so well? I saw it, and there were six or seven thugs behind him. ."

Hearing this, Zhou Haochang looked embarrassed and wanted to find a place to sew in.

"However, Wen Tingwen shouldn't think about it." Song Fengchen hummed lightly.

The two methods Song Fengchen said to Wen Tingwen were actually pitfalls.

Needless to say the latter, without two legs, even the most powerful person will lose half of it.

As for the first method Wen Tingwen chose, for those who are truly in desperation, disgusting is really nothing.

The key is that Song Fengchen added a taste of cinnabar to him here.

It is estimated that many people don't know that cinnabar cannot be heated, cooking and taking it will cause heavy metal poisoning.

Although Song Fengchen's dose was relatively small, it would not directly poison people to death, but Wen Tingwen must have just finished the major operation for the scourge.

He just didn't tell Wen Tingwen and his son that cinnabar can be replaced with black dog blood.

For these, Song Fengchen is not guilty of conscience, more confident.

It’s said that the bones were injured for a hundred days, not to mention this kind of open-hearted surgery, coupled with heavy metal poisoning, adding fuel to the fire, not to mention whether there will be any sequelae, I expected Wen Tingwen had never thought about it before That's great.

Waiting for another year, Duke Deng will reach the top, and China will change day and day, and none of these bad rebels will ever want to escape prison.

Chen Bingwen always felt that something was hidden in Song Fengchen's words, but Song Fengchen didn't say it, so he couldn't keep asking.

After another quarter of an hour, Song Fengchen got up and said goodbye.

Chen Bingwen stood up, and the two bodyguards standing behind him were about to pile the things in his hands on the table.

"This is?" Song Fengchen remained calm.

Chen Bingwen bowed his body and said, "There is no retribution for saving my life. I have to prepare some small gifts and show my heart, and ask Mr. Song to accept it."

"Mr. Chen is too polite." Song Fengchen said.

"Where, it should be." Chen Bingwen said with a smile, "That's right."

As if thinking of something, he took out a child’s fist-sized flannel box from his pocket, “and this, this is a gift from my partner in Hong Kong last month, and it happened to borrow flowers to offer Buddha. ."

Song Fengchen took the flannel box and opened it, but it was a very delicate watch.

Platinum dial, brown leather belt, PatekPhilippe, 21Jewelsl above the hands.

Patek Philippe, 21 diamonds.

Nobility among luxury goods.

Although Song Fengchen didn't know the price of this watch, it didn't hinder his heartbeat. After all, individuals are greedy.

However, Chen Bingwen's handwriting is too big.

Song Fengchen touched the smooth dial and looked up at Chen Bingwen.

Chen Bingwen is not bad, looking at him with a decent smile on his face.

Song Fengchen understood it in his heart, and with a snap, he closed the flannel box, "Then Song is disrespectful."

Chen Bingwen smiled even more, only to see Song Fengchen stretch out his hand and fetch a small stack of talisman paper from his pocket.

He pulled out the top four talisman papers: "This is an amulet. It has a three-month shelf life. Mr. Chen must take it with him."

Then divide the remaining talisman paper into two parts, and stretch out his left hand: "This is the Tai Sui Yin Marshal Talisman, which can dispel the evil and eliminate the disease and protect the security. Every ten days, take a piece of burnt ashes and half a bowl of black dog. Blood delivery."

He raised his right hand: "This is a magic talisman, which can prevent your luck from dissipating too quickly."

These were all prepared by Song Fengchen yesterday afternoon.

Hearing this, Chen Bingwen's heart was completely relieved.

The foundation of life has been destroyed, and the luck imposed on Chen Bingwen is slowly fading-he is aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For the sake of the overall situation, he must hand over all the important tasks at hand as soon as possible. And this requires a buffer period.

Three months, if you move faster, it's enough.

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Chen Bingwen took the talisman paper and looked grateful.

Song Fengchen said relievedly: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Since you can be blessed by the birth foundation for decades, it can be seen that there is merit in hits. You are constantly suffering from minor illnesses, just because the body is not well adapted to the whole body qi. Changes in luck... if you have served the country for so many years, even if you don’t have the blessing of the foundation, you can live for another 20 or 30 years."

Chen Bingwen's eyes lit up.

Compared to the bumps at the time of arrival, the return journey was obviously much more comfortable. Chen Bingwen sent a jeep to take them back. The driver was the tall bodyguard next to Chen Bingwen.

When he arrived at the county seat of Dongxian County, Zhou Haochang said a few words of apology before getting off the bus.

General Song Fengchen listened without paying too much attention to it. Thinking that it was just a little bit of face, now that such a thing happened, it is estimated that there will be no more contacts in the future.

Song Fengchen got out of the car when there were two or three miles away from Yuexi Village. The jeep is too ostentatious in this era. In order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, it is necessary to go some distance.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when the villagers were all working in the fields at this time. Song Fengchen carried his things and walked on the trails, and there was really no one on the way.

When he arrived home, under the water, Song Fengchen rested for a while before he took apart the things Chen Bingwen had given him.

At the top is a box of tea leaves, not more than three or two by visual inspection. According to the color, it should be the 24 years of raw Pu'er tea he had drunk at Chen Bingwen before.

Two cans of 50 cigarettes of Zhonghua brand cigarettes, there are also dozens of packs of ten cigarettes, and 20 cigarettes of iron packs.

A small pack of Cordyceps, about a catty.

A ginseng, about fifty years old.

Two bottles of Moutai.

One side of the inkstone is lubricated and delicate, half of which is carved with auspicious clouds, looking auspicious.

It really has everything.

At the bottom is a wooden box. When you open it, you can see a pile of great unity. Roughly counted, two hundred small, two thousand yuan.

In just two days of work, Song Fengchen's purse doubled.

The expert Song Fengchen thought very tacky, this business is really not an ordinary value.

He sighed, feeling particularly comfortable.

Hidden things, Song Fengchen carried the flannel box in his arms, carrying a small half catty of Cordyceps in his hand, and pacing to the cowshed.