Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Song Fengchen was satisfied, and the two brothers of the Chen family laughed unanimously.

The boss of the Chen family thought, it's worthwhile that he spent all his savings to find a way out, and only sent his second child to the supply and marketing agency after his mouth was worn out. This is done well.

The second son of the Chen family thought, his third uncle had helped so much, so he had to show that his family was not as wealthy as Deputy Director Zhou. Since you can't send more, you can only send a coincidence.

He doesn't have cigarette tickets for a small employee, but the president of their supply and marketing cooperative does, and he doesn't smoke, so he has a lot of money in his hands.

For this reason, the second son of the Chen family made a special trip to the office of the director of their supply and marketing agency, said a lot of good things, and finally spent five yuan to buy more than a dozen cigarette tickets.

In this way, he just bought the swimming cigarettes with the original price of two cents and six cents a pack at twice the price.

Fortunately, these cigarettes were clearly delivered right.

"Success." Old Chen Jia waved his hand: "Since we have bought everything, we still have something to do, so let's go first."

After leaving the supply and marketing agency, Song Fengchen put the paper bag containing cigarettes into the back basket, his eyes touched the oilcloth raincoat that was said to be defective, and looked at it back and forth, but he couldn't see any defects.

"What's the matter?" Chen's boss asked while looking at the road.

"Why do I think there is nothing wrong with this tarpaulin raincoat?" Song Fengchen asked.

The Chen family boss stopped the bullock cart, took the things and turned it back and forth, and finally pointed to the sleeve corner and said, "Here, the thread comes out."

Song Fengchen was stunned, then came back to his senses, picked up the obviously intact enamel basin next to it, "What about this one?"

The boss of the Chen family glanced at it and pointed to a thumb-sized paint drawing on the outer wall of the basin next to the big words Serving the People: "Here."

That's it, it's also a flaw.

Song Fengchen took a look at the oilcloth raincoat and the enamel basin, and sighed.

The Chen family boss waved the whip in his hand and the bullock cart moved again. He smiled and said, "Why, Sanshu feels surprised?"

Song Fengchen nodded.

"What's the matter? The slogan is just shouting. After all, you can't eat as a meal. If you have the opportunity to pull in your own pocket, who will let it go. Otherwise, how could so many people sharpen their heads and drill into the city? , Squeeze into the state-owned unit." The Chen family boss shrugged: "This world, that's it, it's not bad, Sanshu, how do you think the second child came from this job? That's because of the suicide in front of him. Yes, my house spent nearly three hundred yuan to stuff him in. Guess why the one in front of him committed suicide?"

In these days, the son inherited his father’s business, and the father’s position can be taken up by his son after he retires. If you follow the general procedures, you really won't be the second child of the Chen family, who is a farmer.

Song Fengchen expressed his willingness to hear the details.

"The one in front of him sells cloth. This sells cloth. You have to use a tape measure to measure it one foot by one foot. If he tightens the cloth, the one foot of cloth sold will be nine and a half inches. Nine-inch or eight-inch cloth can also be done. This kind of cloth can be sold for one inch, one foot for one foot, one foot for one foot, and tens of meters for every day, you can get a few feet."

"These embezzled cloths were either taken home secretly or sold as usual, and he took the money directly. Over the years, he can earn four or five hundred yuan a year in vain. You must know that his monthly salary is only 20 yuan. Come for a dollar."

"That's not a big deal. None of the salespeople in the supply and marketing cooperatives are clean. But you know these, so you can't buy them here, because there is only one public store in the surrounding area for dozens of miles."

"It will be fine in a few years," Song Fengchen said.

After the reform and opening up, the disintegration of the state-owned economy, and the development of self-employed individuals, these daily necessities will no longer be supplied in limited quantities, and the good days for ordinary people will really come.

"Perhaps." The Chen family boss didn't care. After all, he was a beneficiary under the current economic situation. He returned to the original topic: "It was also the cloth seller who asked for it, with a little money in his hand, and the barber shop. One of the widows hooked up, but his wife was a bad temper. When she discovered this, she directly reported him."

"The cloth seller was afraid of being pulled out to hang a sign on the street. When the police came to arrest him, he found a blade and cut his throat. It is said that blood was shed all over the place at the time. For this, the supply and marketing agency also deliberately shut down. The door was cleaned for a day..."

As he was talking, the ox cart drove into a narrow alley, walked forward for a hundred meters, and stopped in front of a house.

The Chen family boss jumped out of the bullock cart: "Here."

"That's it?" What about the good market.

The Chen family boss said immediately: "When the world was in chaos, the big guys ran around in the nearby alleys looking for buyers when they had something. Over time, this piece became a black market. This is not better now, it may be. With the money, the Revolutionary Committee's monitoring here has been loosened a lot. Several groups of people have bought houses here to specialize in the business of collecting things and buying things."

"In the past two years, the mushroom shoots that the villagers in our village got from the mountains have been sold here, and the price is 20% more than the purchase station of the supply and marketing cooperative."

With that, the Chen family boss raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, a gap appeared in the door, and a head came out. When he saw the boss of the Chen family, the man probably also felt familiar, "Are you?"

The boss of the Chen family replied, "I am the captain of the production brigade in Yuexi Village."

"Oh, it's you, come in." The man opened the door and let the bullock cart in.

There are a lot of tattered tables and chairs in the not-so-distant yard, which looks similar to ordinary houses.

The man closed the door and led Song Fengchen into the house.

A middle-aged man greeted him: "Captain Chen, are you here to buy things?"

The Chen family boss nodded: "Boss Zhao, you seem to be missing a lot of things here?"

Song Fengchen looked around, and there was a dazzling array of things in the room, such as candies and biscuits, canned milk powder, drinks and cloths...mainly food.

"No, isn't this a spring famine? I can't get in for several months." Boss Zhao looked at Song Fengchen, "This is?"

"Oh, that's my third uncle, let's buy some rice and white noodles."

"Rice and white noodles?" Boss Zhao frowned, "How much?"

"What about the price?" the Chen family boss asked.

"Since I'm an old acquaintance, I'll give you a preferential price, six cents for polished rice and five cents for white flour."

The Chen family boss didn't speak, and turned to look at Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen doesn't know if the things here are expensive. He only knows that a pound of tartary buckwheat noodles only cost a penny these days, and one dollar can buy sixty pounds of sweet potatoes.

He thought about it for a while and said, "It costs 30 catties each for polished rice and white flour."

Boss Zhao smiled even more.

Song Fengchen looked at the milk powder and canned fruits on the shelf. Before he asked him, Boss Zhao said directly: "Twenty-one cans of nutritious milk powder and four cans of oranges."

Song Fengchen touched the banknote in his pocket.

can not afford.

Still poor!

Boss Zhao said: "In addition to milk powder, we also have breast fans. This is not expensive, four yuan a catty."

Song Fengchen: "Come on for a catty."

After carefully buying a few bottles of white wine and a small sack of vermicelli, Song Fengchen's money went by nearly half.

He asked: "By the way, Boss Zhao, do you collect gastrodia elata here?"

Boss Zhao was taken aback and squinted: "Take it, why not take it."

"How to collect it?"

"Wet product is 18 yuan, dry product is 80. If the quantity is large, it can increase a little bit more." Boss Zhao quickly asked: "Why, do you have the goods?"

Song Fengchen smiled and said nothing.

Before leaving, I don’t know if Song Fengchen’s last few words had an effect. Boss Zhao, who was reluctant to wipe away a few cents despite the Chen family’s slobber, actually smiled and put it in Song Fengchen’s basket. For half a catty of brown sugar, I just said it was a gift.

Out of the alley, the sun is heading right.

The Chen family boss looked at the things in Niuchashan, and suggested: "Uncle San, let's go to dinner first, and go back later. If there are so many things, it would be too blatant to be seen by the villagers."

"Good." Song Fengchen nodded.

He ran to the state-owned restaurant and ate a bowl of minced pork rice noodles. Song Fengchen was satisfied. Before leaving, he thought for a while and asked the waiter to help pack seven meat buns, the money and food stamps paid by the Chen family.

Stopping all the way, when I returned to Yuexi Village, the sky was completely dark.

"Move the rest to the cowshed." Song Fengchen left half of the rice and half of the noodles for himself.

"Okay." The Chen family boss put down the bowl, wiped off the water marks on his mouth, and waited for Song Fengchen to lock the door and re-enter the bullock cart.

When we arrived at the place, the boss of the Chen family helped to get things out of the car. Song Fengchen knocked on the door and Zheng Dehui walked out with a sad expression on his face: "Brother Song."

"Mr. Zheng." Song Fengchen asked, "What's wrong?"

"Shu Jian has a fever." Zheng Dehui glanced at the Chen family boss.

"What?" Song Fengchen frowned slightly.

When I entered the room, I saw Xu Shujian lying on the bed with a wet cloth on his forehead, and she had fallen asleep.

Song Fengchen stretched out his hand and pressed it to his cheek, which was very hot.

He remembered the scene he saw by the river half a month ago, and tightened his brows.

The Chen family boss said immediately: "I'll go to the clinic to get medicine."

The crowded dim space made people panic. Listening to the intermittent wheezing and coughing, Song Fengchen said, "Otherwise, send Xu Shujian to me. My house is big and there are rooms available to take care of. If you leave people alone, please send Xu Shujian to my place. Here, I am also worried that it will give you a sickness, what do you think?"

Zheng Dehui looked at Xu Junmin.

Xu Junmin stared at Song Fengchen for a while, then sighed and said, "Alright, it's just a problem for Song Xiaoge."