Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

In early April, Xu Shujian received a letter of appointment from Jingcheng University and hired him as a Russian lecturer in the Department of Foreign Languages. Jingcheng University gave him a higher education level 7, with a monthly salary of 133 yuan and 50 yuan, which was equivalent to administrative level 15.

In addition, he can also receive an additional 8 yuan subsidy from the state every month, as well as the benefits of half a bar of Chinese tobacco, one catty of rapeseed oil, and three catties of pork that Beijing University distributes to ordinary lecturers.

In this regard, Xu Junmin specially sent a brand new Phoenix bicycle, which was regarded as a gift to Xu Shujian.

Two days later, Xu Shujian went to Beijing University to report. It was officially nine to five. Xu Junmin and Zhao Chengyu also rushed to the south to investigate the case in the next two days. The family was suddenly empty and only Song Fengchen was left.

Song Fengchen was not idle either, after all, he had said before that he would change the guest room next door to a study room. It's just that he didn't expect to have trouble buying a closet.

This year, buying new furniture is based on a marriage certificate, lined up to supply. There are not many master carpenters in the factory, but a large number of people get married every day, which has created a scene where new furniture is in short supply.

When he learned that in order to buy a new piece of furniture, he would have to line up one day and one night at the entrance of the wooden factory, Song Fengchen was instantly disappointed.

The closet can't be bought, Song Fengchen thought for a while, anyway, he is idle now, so he can do it himself.

After making up his mind, Song Fengchen ran to the lumber factory, spent 20 yuan to buy ten one-cubic-meter timber purchase certificates from the employees in the factory, and then went to the lumber market enthusiastically.

Here, Song Fengchen saw a warehouse full of Hainan huanghuali-wild old materials, more than three hundred years old, with clear textures and flowing water.

According to the price quoted by the staff of the timber market, the most common camphor wood on the market is twelve yuan and 100 jin, and pine is a little more expensive, fifteen yuan and two cents and one hundred jin. Huanghuali is more expensive, a dime per jin, and the density of huanghuali is relatively large, which is more than eight times that of camphor wood, and one cubic huanghuali is also 1,600 jin.

Thinking about the huanghuali bracelet that will be a few thousand yuan in the future generations, Song Fengchen said with a false voice: "Then what is the most expensive wood in your place?"

The staff member took a look at Song Fengchen, led him to the innermost part of the warehouse, pointed to the hilly red sandalwood and said, "No, this, small leaf red sandalwood, two cents per catty, this is heavier than Huanghuali, on average. Two thousand five hundred catties per cubic meter."

Song Fengchen silently calculated an account in his heart: "One cubic huanghuali is one hundred and sixty yuan, and a cubic lobular red sandalwood is five hundred yuan."

For ordinary people, this is definitely an existence they can only look up to, but for Song Fengchen, the price is a little bit higher than the price of cabbage.

It's impossible to say that you don't move.

However, Song Fengchen also had a question in his heart: "It stands to reason that these two kinds of wood are so good, why are you accumulating so much here?"

The staff told the truth: "There is no way, the ordinary people can't afford it, and the extraordinary people don't dare to use it. After all—" He lowered his voice: "You know that the noise was like that a few years ago."

Song Fengchen knew it, and the more he thought about it, the more itchy he became.

How about changing all the furniture at home?

First of all, he is not short of money.

Secondly, mahogany furniture is both beautiful and value-added, so why not do it.

Song Fengchen persuaded himself. He took out the ten timber purchase certificates in his pocket and took them into the hands of the staff. He said decisively: "First, give me ten cubic meters of red sandalwood. The ticket will be given to you first, and I will go back to get the money. "

The staff stared at him. He had heard Song Fengchen ask so many questions, and subconsciously thought that he might buy some. He never expected that the other party was so rich and powerful, and he was ten cubic meters when he opened his mouth.

Ten cubic?

Five thousand yuan.

He can't earn so much without eating or drinking for nine years, no, ten years.

Before the staff came back to his senses, Song Fengchen continued: "However, the premise is that you have to conceal this matter for me, and don't let people who are irrelevant know about it."

This is mainly to avoid some unnecessary troubles, after all, these years are not really peaceful.

"No problem." The staff fully agreed, and the big deal is to split the list into five or six copies and put it on the large wooden factories along the coast in the south. Anyway, there is so much water here every day, and most people will be full. Hold on to investigate this in detail.

The most important thing is that he sold so many backlogs of wood in one fell swoop. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has made a great contribution. It is inevitable that he will be rewarded by the upper hand. Maybe the director is happy and he will also say that he will be given a first-class salary. indefinite…

Thinking of this, he almost laughed from ear to ear.

Because of this, in the next weighing work, he assisted Song Fengchen with a small amount of one yuan and six cents to the end, and enthusiastically helped him order two bullock carts.

In this way, I ran five or six times back and forth, and finally before night fell, all the wood bought back was transported back to the 40-square-meter single room assigned to Xu Shujian by the Capital University.

They originally planned to rent out this single room, but now it seems that it is no longer needed.

After doing this, Song Fengchen hummed a little song and went home.

When Xu Shidao came to the door, Song Fengchen was polishing the finished coffee table.

"Dad, why are you here?" Song Fengchen put down the tools in his hands and straightened up.

"You—" Xu Shidao frowned, glanced at him, and stopped talking.

Song Fengchen patted the sawdust on his hands, picked up a clean stool, and sent it to him: "Sit down, Dad."

"No." Xu Shi said a little unnaturally, but still said: "Listening to Shu Jian, you are proficient in profound arts."

"Almost." Song Fengchen asked: "What?"

Xu Shidao sank and said, "I have a friend who has a problem with his body. I would like to invite you to check it out."

"Okay." Song Fengchen nodded.

Father-in-law speaks, how dare he not follow.

It's just that Xu Shidao's friend was only two or three years older than Xu Shujian, and she was still a woman.

Song Fengchen thought about the worries that Shang Xu Shidao concealed under his eyes.

"Nephew Song Xian?" Du Cunzhi looked nervous.

Song Fengchen returned to his senses, and cast his eyes on Du Baoli, who was lying on the bed, skinny and faint, and to be precise, it fell on a cloud of ghostly energy on her neck.

His brows frowned slightly: "The reason why she can not afford to be sick is indeed because of evil spirits."

"Sure enough!" Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Du Cunzhi couldn't help but change his face when he learned that the truth of the matter was exactly as they had guessed.

Xu Shidao was the first to come back to his senses, he kept asking: "Then Fengchen, what do you think should be done about this matter?"

Hearing what he said, the Du family present all looked at Song Fengchen nervously.

"You still need to tie the bell to the bell. The evil spirit's intentions are no more obvious, just want Miss Du's life." Song Fengchen asked: "Ms. Du has offended anyone on weekdays?"

Du Baoli shook her head with a pale face.

Du Cunzhi said with great precision: "Poly is a relatively introverted personality, and she doesn't like to socialize normally. It is impossible to say that she offends someone."

"Or did the Du family offend someone before?" Song Fengchen asked again, it is impossible that the evil spirit came to Du Baoli for no reason!

Du Cunzhi hesitated slightly: "I can't tell if this is true. My Du family has developed to this day, and there are really many people who have offended..."

Song Fengchen frowned slightly, and it seemed impossible to find a clue from the Du family.

He continued to ask: "Ms. Du can tell me the ins and outs of the matter in detail."

"Okay." Du Baoli managed to cheer up, "That was half a month ago. I had a nightmare that night. I dreamt that I was lying in a coffin..."

The coffin is small and the surroundings are quiet. She can even hear her heartbeat clearly. After the panic, she courageously tried to push the coffin lid on the top of the opening. The moment she touched the coffin lid with her hands, the space seemed to be distorted for a moment, followed by the coffin lid and flew out.

Before she could react, a pulling force dragged her out of the coffin.

When I fixed my eyes and looked again, it seemed that a world had already changed.

She was in the middle of the city, with the sound of suona gongs playing and beating. A welcoming team on the street was slowly moving forward. The groom was sitting on a high-headed horse, and from time to time he arched his hands and fists around. Behind him was a sedan chair, behind him Following the dowry one after another, looking from a distance, there is no end in sight.

Just when she tried to see the groom's appearance clearly, the crowd suddenly surged, and when she staggered to stand firm, she realized that the scene in front of her had changed again.

In the laughter of everyone, the bridegroom carried the bride over the brazier and entered a magnificent high gate compound.

The scene changed again. The students chanted prayers to heaven and earth, worshipped the hall for the second time, and the husband and wife worshiped, and they were sent into the bridal chamber. The atmosphere was pushed to a climax. She looked at such a lively scene with a dazed expression.

After that, the wedding was over, the crowd dispersed, and the sound of the bride and groom mixing oil in their ears, she was confined in the courtyard, unable to move.

When she was exhausted physically and mentally, the noise in the room disappeared, the door opened, and a skeleton wearing a wedding gown came out of the room.

In horror, the skeleton circled her twice, and then said with a sneer: "I thought you were so sacred, and now it seems that it is nothing more than that!"

"You, who are you, what do you want to do?" Du Baoli calmed down.

The skeleton sneered again, and his voice suddenly became gloomy: "What do I want to do? Of course I killed you—"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stretched out her hands, revealing long black nails, and wanted to pinch her neck.

At this moment, in the void, there was a roar suddenly, followed by a huge claw falling from the sky, and amidst the screams of the skeleton, one claw slapped her to pieces.

"Then I woke up. The black cat I picked up from the road before was lying on my chest... After the shock, I just thought I had a nightmare."

"Until the next night, I had that dream again, and the black cat saved me again..."

"What then?" Song Fengchen asked.

Du Baoli's face was pale, "On the third day, the black cat was gone. I didn't dream anymore. I just vaguely heard someone telling me who can save me this time... Later, I got sick."

As he was talking, there was a knock on the door, and a young man pushed in.

Song Fengchen looked up, only to see a blood-stained black cat lying on the young man's neck with a fierce look in his eyes.