Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

After that day, the thatched hut of the Song family fell into a rather weird atmosphere. Xu Shujian also didn’t know what kind of state he and Song Fengchen were in. He only knew that the other party never did anything unusual to him, and kept a proper distance from start to finish. The uneasiness in his heart faded a lot.

As for the loss, it can barely be ignored.

The days are still going on, entering May, the dry wind is blowing.

Before the rainy season, the tartary buckwheat in the ground could be harvested one after another, which also means that the spring famine in 1977 has completely come to an end.

Song Fengchen did not join the busy farming army, and still ran into the mountains on his own every day. One is to ensure that there is a sufficient amount of meat to supplement the nutrition at home and the cowshed, and the other is because he accidentally found a large piece of Dendrobium officinale on a cliff in the deep mountains.

It is medically believed that Dendrobium officinale has nourishing yin and fluid, strengthening physical fitness, replenishing the spleen and stomach, and prolonging life. The Taoist medical classic "Tao Zang" lists Dendrobium officinale as the first of the nine immortal grasses in China. It has been highly respected by the royal family and is rare. The nourishing holy product.

And right now is when the dendrobium flower blooms.

The effectiveness of Dendrobium flowers is also not low. Dendrobium officinale stems have the same functions as Dendrobium flowers. In addition, the scarcity is the most expensive, the production of dendrobium flowers is pitiful, and the price is considerable, so Song Fengchen, who is not very rich in hand, naturally became interested.

He gets up at dawn every day and walks on the mountain trail for two or three hours. When he gets to the place, the time actually spent collecting flowers is actually about an hour. In order to ensure the efficacy of dendrobium flowers, it is usually less than 12 o’clock. You have to rush home, and then use charcoal fire to dry the dendrobium flowers.

After running for more than half a month, Song Fengchen has gained a lot, and he has saved about 80 taels of dried flowers in his hand.

At the same time, Xu Shujian's foot injury was mostly healed. Song Fengchen gave him a pair of crutches, and he took the retired wheelchair to the bullpen.

Zheng Dehui’s medical skills have nothing to say, plus the Chen family’s efforts to cooperate, and after more than a month, Zhao Chengyu, who was on the verge of death, was finally pulled back abruptly, and the other three were suffering from more illnesses. Somewhat improved.

Song Fengchen and You Rongyan.

On May 20th, Song Fengchen rarely gets up late. After lunch, he is about to go to the production brigade to borrow an ox cart and come back.

One is because seven or seventy-nine days have come, it is time to completely solve Zhou Haochang's family affairs, and second, I want to go into the city and sell the Gastrodia and Dendrobium flowers in my hands for money.

I ran into an acquaintance as soon as I left the house without realizing it.

Four scrawny and ragged young men came to face each other, and when they saw Song Fengchen, the headed Long Mao was shocked, "Song San?"

Song Fengchen frowned slightly. If he remembers correctly, these people should be the group of fox friends and dog friends from his predecessor, who instigated the predecessor to steal the royal family's food.

After the predecessor had an accident, these guys were probably afraid of being caught and fled without a trace.

Long Mao’s eyes are full of envy and greed: "It seems that Laolai Liu is right. You are really making a fortune. Look at your clothes, make new ones..."

He stretched out his hand to grab Song Fengchen's collar.

Song Fengchen took a step back, avoiding his hand: "Why are you back?"

Long hair is not annoyed, "Isn't this the village is going to share food rations, we watched the wind is not so tight, so we came back..."

The tartary buckwheat in the village has been harvested. According to the rules of Yuexi Village, after the public grain is paid, the remaining seeds and grain reserves, as well as the five-guarantee households and special hardship households' care grains, are removed, and the remaining grains are distributed to the villagers as rations.

The villagers’ ration distribution is set at 37%, that is, the basic ration is 70% and the distribution is 30% according to work points. Basic rations are distributed on the principle of two basic guarantees and one basic ration. Basic attendance guarantees 80% of the basic rations, and basic fertilizer tasks guarantees 20% of the basic rations.

This group of second-rate predecessors are not stupid, and they will never be absent easily. Because as long as the number of working days arrives, even if they work in the field and their work points are deducted, they can get 80% of the basic rations.

Changmao smiled, "Song San, don't blame your brothers for leaving you, you know, in that situation, if we didn't run away, we would have trouble... Besides, aren't you good?"

The long-haired eyeballs rolled around and rubbed his fingers: "Song San, now you are rich, and your brothers are still hungry. We all swore blood when we worshipped the handle. Blessed to share, look at..."

Song Fengchen didn't say a word, just bypassed them.

"Hey, I said Song San..." Shao Mao's expression changed, and he reached out to stop Song Fengchen. He originally thought that saying something kind would be able to coax Song San, but it seems to be impossible. "This person looks like a dog. I also have a strong temper, and I turn my face and don't recognize people."

"What do you want?" Song Fengchen was a little impatient.

At the juncture on the left hand of Long Mao, he said directly: "Brother, we didn't want to do anything to you, just want to ask you to borrow some money to spend, anyway, your money is easy to come."

"That's right." Chang Mao squinted his eyes: "It's really impossible. You can also show your brothers the way to get rich."

Song Fengchen frowned: "A good dog doesn't stand in the way, you know?"

Long Mao's face fell completely, and he stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves, "Song San, don't toast or not eat..."

Before Long Mao could do anything, Song Fengchen suddenly raised his foot and kicked him out.

It happened so suddenly. Seeing that Long Mao fell and a dog chewed on the mud, he fluttered for a while on the ground and couldn't get up. The remaining three men raised their heads in unison.

Song Fengchen had a bad tone: "Why, do you guys want to try it too?"

The three of them stepped back together, shrunk their necks, with horror on their faces.

Song Fengchen snorted and continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back.

The three people behind him stared at each other, hurriedly set up the limp long hair, and ran away dingy.

...

After borrowing the bullock cart, Song Fengchen took the guy and went to the county seat.

When he came out of Zhou Haochang's house, there was an extra 300 yuan in his pocket.

After finding the black market, Song Fengchen raised his hand and knocked on the door. The guy who was poking his head out saw that he was an acquaintance, and opened the door neatly.

Hearing the sound, Boss Zhao, who was lying in the yard basking in the sun, clutched his stomach, got up from the recliner, a smile rose on his pale face, and greeted him warmly: "Oh, Comrade Song is here."

"Boss Zhao." After stopping the bullock cart, Song Fengchen looked at Boss Zhao, but was startled: "What are you?"

"Hi!" Boss Zhao waved his hand and sighed, "Don't tell me, two days ago, I went to the city to buy goods, and the big boss above had a treat for dinner, but I didn't know if I ate something unclean. After he came back, he started to make trouble. I’ve lost my stomach, it’s not good now."

"Really?" Song Fengchen looked at him up and down, always feeling that something was weird.

Boss Zhao didn't want to drag Song Fengchen too much, "Comrade Song is here to buy food again?"

Hearing this, Song Fengchen retracted his gaze and nodded: "Well, there is something else I want to sell to Boss Zhao."

"Oh?" Boss Zhao said, "What is it?"

Song Fengchen lifted the bamboo basket and opened the rags above it.

Boss Zhao took two steps forward and looked down. What caught his eye was a mahogany sword. He looked at Song Fengchen with a little surprise.

Song Fengchen took out the two cloth bags next to the Taomu Sword, and first untied the small one, revealing the small mountain-like gastrodia elata inside.

"Wild Gastrodia?" Boss Zhao exclaimed: "So much?"

He opened his eyes and smiled, and the businessman's instinct made him look at the other big step bag subconsciously.

Song Fengchen stretched out his hand to open the big cloth bag as he wished.

When he saw what was inside, Boss Zhao grinned, his eyes narrowed directly into a gap.

"Boss Zhao, make a price!"

"Comrade Song is very capable." Boss Zhao sincerely praised, then touched his chin, pointed to the bag of Tianma and said: "For the sake of Comrade Song who has been patronizing my business for so long, I will give you a sincere price. Eighty-five catties."

Then he turned his finger and pointed to the side: "As for these dendrobium flowers—"

He raised his finger and placed it in front of him, "This price."