Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"Mr. Song." Seeing Song Fengchen put down the letter, the visitor, Qu Zhongjun, didn't say anything false, and directly pushed out a ten cm square wooden box. When the wooden box opened, the eye was a row of three bright yellow croakers. It can be clearly seen that one of them has a number written on it, S-7988; fineness, 990.0; weight, two or three lines of 10.007.

"These are deposits. As long as Mr. Song can solve my family's affairs, there will be re-reports."

Qu Zhongjun's handwriting is not unreasonable.

The large yellow croaker in this wooden box is obviously a product of the Republic of China, and the number will not be less than nine. At that time, the old system of weights and measures was adopted. One catty equals 16 taels and one tael equals 31.25 grams.

In 1975, due to inflation and economic recession in European and American countries, the market price of gold hit a historic low. In recent years, although the market has picked up, it is only 1.5 dollars a gram.

Calculated in this way, a large yellow croaker is almost 312 grams, which is equivalent to a little over 700 yuan, and nine large yellow croaker is 4900 yuan.

According to Qu Zhongjun, there were re-reports afterwards. You must know that in accordance with the customary rules on the road, after the event is completed, the final payment is generally more than twice the deposit.

Song Fengchen couldn't help being a little curious, what happened to force Qu Zhongjun to pay such a big price to invite him.

"It's not in a hurry," Song Fengchen picked up the tea bowl, grabbed the lid with his right hand, gently scraped the surface of the water a few times, and then took a sip of tea: "Before this, you must let me know what happened to your house! "

Hearing what Song Fengchen said, Qu Zhongjun knew that the matter was half done.

He eased his breath and said, "Some time ago, my dog ​​was killed by someone. It is a pet my mother has kept for more than ten years. It is a very precious baby, so we won't be able to touch it."

"It is conceivable how much its death has hit my mother. My mother quarreled with the driver on the spot. It was unexpected that the driver had a heart attack and drank some alcohol. She was in a state of breathlessness. When I came up, I passed out on the spot. It happened that heavy rain that day flooded the road. When the car drove past, the fire was turned off. As a result, the person was cold before being sent to the hospital."

"It stands to reason that although my family is at fault, it is not very responsible. The driver's family is still reasonable. My family has lost his family's 300 yuan, and this matter is even exposed."

"What I never thought was that when his family gave him a funeral, because the chosen cemetery was a bit remote, it happened that he ran into two wild boars on the road and went out to search for food. There were more than a dozen people in his family who died on the spot... From this time on, my home is not at peace."

"Every night in the middle of the night, I always hear the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling. At dawn, my mother's name will appear on the outer wall of my house, followed by the four blood words'Give back my life'. These are nothing, ten On the night of the 3rd, my neighbor suddenly took a kitchen knife and fumbled into my room. If my mother just got up in the bathroom and bumped into the room, maybe I would be gone."

"My neighbor and I have no grievances and no grudges, and there is no need to harm me. After we knocked him out, he woke up the next morning and didn't remember what happened that night. So, I guess he was given to him by a ghost. Fascinated...because of this, all the people around my house moved out."

"We have no choice. I don’t know how many god-wife masters have been found, but they are of no use. Later, my dad asked me to go to Changning Guan to find Taoist Xuan Chengzi. The Taoist said that you live in the capital, and he travels far and wide. It’s troublesome to rush over. So, let me find you."

Having said so much, Qu Zhongjun's mouth was dry, and he picked up his tea bowl and poured two sips of tea.

It didn't sound like a major event. Song Fengchen raised his head to look at Qu Zhongjun. The sky was full, his eyes were clear and his ears were higher than his eyebrows, which was a sign of honesty and longevity.

Looking at it this way, Song Fengchen was half convinced of what he said.

As for why Qu Zhongjun was willing to pay such a large price, Song Fengchen didn't mind to blame his wealth.

After all, Xuan Chengzi wrote in his letter that at the time of the late Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, Qu's family was once one of the richest merchants in the local area, and was also the most pious pilgrim in Changning Guan. At that time, Chang Ning Guan wanted to rebuild the statue of Lao Tzu enshrined in the Tai Chi Hall of the main hall, but the Qu family took the lead in donating eight hundred and eighty-eight dollars of gold, which is not wealthy.

That's why, when Qu Zhongjun came to the door, Xuan Chengzi wrote this letter to him without saying a word, asking him to come to Song Fengchen.

Since Xuan Chengzi has said so, Song Fengchen has absolutely no reason to refuse. After all, he is now the young master of Changning Guan, and the power should be based on the eight hundred and eighty eighty-eight dollars of gold and this box of large yellow croaker. NS.

It just so happened that with this money, I was able to pull a few carts of red sandalwood back from the lumber factory, and the furniture on the mansion side was finally settled.

why not!

Song Fengchen thought tacky, and said, "Well, let me go with Mr. Qu."

"Thank you, Mr. Song, thank you, Mr. Song!" Qu Zhongjun smiled and thought to himself, he has finally completed the task given by his mother.

Qu's family lived near the Tongzhou Water Transport Wharf and walked dozens of meters to the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

The Qu family’s luck has always been very good. At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, his family was a wealthy businessman. Later, the Great Patriotic War broke out and destroyed the Qu family. In addition, the rivals in the mall voted for RB people and became lackeys. Qu Zhongjun's father, Qu Xiaoxiang, was forced to take his family away from the capital because he was worried about revenge.

Just when the Qu family had just gotten used to living a hard life, the Great Patriotic War was victorious. Due to the defeat of the Qu family, Qu Xiaoxiang was positioned as a poor and low-middle peasant during the reconciliation, and because he was literate, he logically made public social plans, and just retired from the position of director of the water transport terminal the year before last.

When it comes to Qu Zhongjun, he just became the director of the stopwatch factory last year.

Qu Zhongjun took Song Fengchen straight to a set of small bungalows. Song Fengchen raised his head and looked at the sky above the bungalow. The sky was blue and the sun was cloudless, and he was quiet and did not seem to be entangled by evil spirits.

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows, but at the moment he raised his foot and stepped into the threshold, a faint ghost gas rushed toward his face.

His gaze fell on a room on the left side of the small bungalow, where the ghostly spirit almost turned into substance.

At this moment, Qu Xiaoxiang greeted him and said excitedly: "This is Mr. Song, I will trouble you with my family affairs!"

"Yeah." Song Fengchen replied, and his eyes swept over Qu Xiaoxiang. This man lives in a ghostly atmosphere, but his whole body is not clean.

Taking advantage of Qu Xiaoxiang's effort to greet Song Fengchen, Qu Zhongjun said, "Dad, I'll go see mom."

Qu Xiaoxiang's expression changed, his face was haggard, he waved his hand: "Go."

While Qu Xiaoxiang was hosting Song Fengchen for a cup of tea, Qu Zhongjun suddenly screamed from the room: "Mom, why and why did you become like this?"

Song Fengchen's action of drinking tea was over.

"Mr. Song," Qu Xiaoxiang was also anxious, and asked repeatedly: "Look at my family's affairs..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qu Zhongjun opened the door and walked out. He looked suspicious: "Mr. Song, my mother invites you to come in and talk."

Song Fengchen glanced at Qu Xiaoxiang, who was unclear, put down the tea bowl in his hand, got up and said, "Okay."

Sitting in the room was an old lady who was very thin all over her body. Her hair was withered and her face was covered with rough wrinkles like bark. She didn't look like a person in her sixties at all.

When Qu Zhongjun helped to close the door, she suddenly opened her muddy eyes and pointed her finger at the bench opposite the table: "Sit."

Song Fengchen glanced at her, and sat down calmly.

The old woman stretched out her hand to open the five wooden boxes on the table, and said: "I didn't make careful calculations to coax fellow Daoists over. There is really a reason to do so."

"This is the final payment," she gasped roughly, "I just want to ask fellow daoist you to do me a favor."