Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

The next morning, Song Fengchen went out to borrow an ox cart from the production brigade.

The Chen family is busy with matters related to the running table.

The promotion of the Chen family boss is of great significance. At a young age, when he was the captain of the production brigade, although he received a subsidy of more than ten yuan every month, he was essentially a farmer, not a state administrator. But it's not the same when he becomes the deputy secretary of the commune. It is considered that he has eaten the emperor's grain properly. If the camp is good, there will naturally be a chance to climb up.

Going bigger, the Chen family boss became the deputy secretary of the commune, but even if he is a powerful figure in the nearby Shiliba villages, if he is in the commune, let alone those who don’t get dirty, let’s talk about the villagers of Yuexi Village. If you want to do something, you can at least open up another way.

Everyone is willing to do things that are icing on the cake. No, just before dawn, the Chen family is busy. Congratulations, help... people come and go.

Song Fengchen was awakened in this way.

Before Song Fengchen had to do things, it was entrusted to the Chen family to help, but now that people are busy with their feet on the ground, Song Fengchen didn't bother.

Entering the thatched hut where the production brigade is located, the accountant of the production brigade is responsible for the bullock cart. His surname is Hu, who is in his sixties and has a goatee.

"Borrowing the bullock cart? You?" He looked hesitant, and his face was dazzlingly written that he was worried that Song Fengchen would sell the bull after borrowing the bullock cart from the front foot—he and Chen had done everything he did in the past half month. The family has kept it well, so the impression of Song Fengchen from the villagers of Yuexi Village still stayed half a month ago. After all, the bad deeds of the predecessor are still there.

"Yeah." Song Fengchen took out 40 cents and handed it to him.

Accounting Hu didn't answer, instead he interrogated: "What are you doing with the bullock cart?"

Song Fengchen replied: "Go to the county to buy something."

Accountant Hu rolled his eyes: "The bullock cart is gone, and it's been borrowed."

Song Fengchen frowned slightly. This was the first time he had dealt with villagers in Yuexi Village except the Chen family, but the result was obviously not satisfactory.

At this moment, a middle-aged man shouted outside the door: "Accounting Hu, I'm ready to feed the cows. I'll go to Chenjia Hexi first."

Accounting Hu's face was blue and white, it was so lively.

Song Fengchen looked at him blankly.

Accounting Hu blew his beard and stared: "Wait."

Song Fengchen, who had gotten a blind eye, once again realized what it means that someone in the court is easy to do things. If this is done with the help of the Chen family...

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen shook his head, and it was not good to trouble others.

Press the fingerprint on the registration book, set the car, and follow the memory of the last time, Song Fengchen went straight to the county seat.

Under the enthusiastic guidance of passers-by, Song Fengchen finally found a waste collection station.

"Comrade Song, you are here." Wang Jianshe opened the door and let the bullock cart in.

After getting out of the bullock cart, Song Fengchen entered the warehouse of the purchase station under the leadership of Wang Jianshe.

There was a musty smell, and the warehouse of Nuo Da was full of things, tattered tables and chairs, old books and tiles...

Song Fengchen concealed his mouth and nose, only to see Wang Jianshe pushing out two broken wooden boxes, and said: "Comrade Song, I probably looked for it in the warehouse before you came, and almost all the things you want are here."

Song Fengchen walked up, bent down, and flipped over, the scene was disappointing.

I won't talk about the few mahogany swords, the swords are all moth-eaten. A small pile of so-called cheats are also fake. There are also some Taoist robes, flags, Chaohu and other magical instruments, although they look intact, but they have long lost their spirituality.

The only thing that can give Song Fengchen a little comfort is probably the big stack of fairly complete yellow form paper and two small boxes of cinnabar in the corner of the box. He just ran out of those that the second child of the Chen family found him some time ago.

"That's it." Song Fengchen said, there must be disappointment. But on another thought, it was a great blessing to be able to produce a high-grade magic weapon at a waste-purchasing station in such a small county. He was greedy.

Seeing that there were only two things in Song Fengchen's hands, Wang Jianshe thought about it with his **** and knew that other things were definitely of no use to Song Fengchen. Wang Jianshe felt embarrassed when he thought that the other party rushed over eagerly, but didn't get any good things.

He scratched his hair and tried to remedy it: "Or, Comrade Song, you can look through it again. There are so many things here, maybe you can find one or two things you need."

This is the truth. It is said that Wang Jianshe is himself. Since he entered the waste collection station, he has not bought furniture in his home. Even if things are missing, even if they are picked from the waste collection station and pulled home, they can basically repair it. Use, that is, to make it cheaper-the waste collection station not only collects things, but also sells them out. For example, large pieces of wooden furniture cost two cents a catty, and other things are equal to three cents a catty regardless of type.

Hearing this, Song Fengchen's gaze fell on the pile of old books like a hill in the corner. He almost subconsciously thought of Xu Shujian, "OK."

With that said, he walked to the pile of old books, rummaged for a while, and picked out a few novels that were 60 to 70% new.

Just when Song Fengchen straightened up holding the book, his sight suddenly touched the palm-sized broken charcoal beside his feet, like a blessing, he reached out and picked up the charcoal.

The first feeling of getting started is that it is heavy, which is heavier than an iron block of the same size.

Take a closer look before your eyes, but you can still see the texture of the wood from its body.

Song Fengchen muttered to himself: "What is this?"

Wang Jianshe thought that Song Fengchen was asking him, and immediately said: "You said that thing, it was picked up from the road before. At first, I thought it was a piece of charcoal, but I didn’t expect it to be very heavy. I wondered if it was a new type. The ore was originally intended to be handed in. Later, I forgot about something happened to Jizhou’s house. If Comrade Song is interested, just take it."

"Thank you very much, then." Song Fengchen nodded, telling him instinctively that this thing was unusual, and he planned to take it back to study it.

Putting all the things in the back basket and hiding them, Wang Jianshe directly pressed Song Fengchen's hand from which he paid for the money back, "Don’t, Comrade Song, you had a hard day yesterday, and I didn’t seem to be able to help you much today. It’s not a precious thing, how can I dare to ask for your money."

It was just one or two cents, Song Fengchen thought about it, and he really gave it up.

After leaving the waste collection station, Song Fengchen went straight to the black market.

After so few days, the food in the family has been almost eaten. Of course, most of them were in Song Fengchen's stomach. After all, after a day's mountain trail, it was hard not to eat too much.

I went to Boss Zhao’s shop, and when I came out, there were 20 catties of rice and 20 catties of buckwheat noodles on the ox cart, and Song Fengchen’s wallet was completely empty.

When I returned to Yuexi Village, the sky was already dark.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the house, I just ran into Accounting Hu who was coming oncoming.

Seeing the bullock cart in good condition, Accounting Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You are back."

Then his eyes fell on the two bags of grain in Niuchashan, and he almost blurted out. He said, "Song San, are you looking for the He family again?"

He family?

Song Fengchen was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly, the He family was the family who had adopted the predecessor and drove him back.

"I've been disconnected from the He's family a long time ago." He shook his head, and handed Accounting Hu a cigarette: "Account Hu, please take a trip specially."

Accountant Hu looked at the cigarettes in his hand and the grain on the ox cart, with a look of surprise: "Song San, where did you get the money?"

I haven't heard that someone in the village has been stolen recently!

Song Fengchen smiled, did not speak, but sighed in his heart. In his memory, this accountant Hu was a master who couldn't keep his mouth free. In this way, he would not think about peace in the next days.

Moving the grain into the house, locking the door, Song Fengchen entered the room directly.

"You're back." Xu Shujian sat up, with a brisk tone, probably bored in the house all day.

Song Fengchen stretched out his hand to turn on the oil lamp, "Have you had dinner?"

"After I have eaten it, the old lady of the Chen family brought it to you, and I kept a portion for you, and it's keeping it warm in the pot." Xu Shujian said.

"Yeah." Song Fengchen put down the basket in his hand, took out the novels and handed them to him, "Today I went to the waste collection station in the commune. There are a lot of old books there. I just picked a few novels and gave them to you. Relieve boredom."

"Fiction?" A surprise flashed in Xu Shujian's eyes.

He took a look at the book one by one, his gaze fell on a yellow book, slightly startled.

"What?" Song Fengchen asked, looking at him for a long while without regaining his senses.

"It's okay." Xu Shujian's mood instantly fell down.

"Is there any problem with this book?" Song Fengchen frowned slightly.

Xu Shujian picked up the yellow book, his complexion, nostalgia, and loss... He whispered, "I translated this novel."