Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

When the second child of the Chen family rushed back hurriedly with his things, Song Fengchen was lying in the yard of the Chen family basking in the sun. The Chen family left him for lunch, and Chen Er's sister-in-law was polite. Although the dishes were left over from the banquet yesterday, the staple food was steaming rice.

Yuexi Village has paddy fields with a small area and a smaller output. Excluding the part that made public, the rest fell on the heads of every villager in twos and threes. Ordinary people don't eat it themselves, they either exchange it for coarse grains, or save it up as a precious gift and give it away. Only big households like the Chen family, that is, confinement daughter-in-law, can enjoy the treatment of dry rice.

Song Fengchen is merging into such an environment where even white rice is a luxury at a rapid speed.

It was hard to fill up his empty belly, and he ate noble white rice. It is no wonder that Song Fengchen is so cozy and content at the moment.

Seeing the second child of the Chen family coming in carrying a bicycle, Chen Er's sister-in-law hurriedly stopped the work in her hand, walked quickly to the front of the courtyard, poked her head out and looked out again, making sure that no one was staring, and with a bang, she locked the courtyard. door.

It's not that she is sneaky, it's that she is afraid to prevent her from this kind of age. It's okay now, but if you go up for five or six years, you don't know how to fight in the open space in front of the county revolutionary committee. How many ghosts and zombies died.

She is afraid, because her eldest is the captain of the production brigade, her second is working in a supply and marketing agency, and her grandchildren are all promising, and there are many people who are secretly jealous of her old Chen family.

If someone knows that her family is committing crimes against the four old ways, and stabbing them at the commune or the Revolutionary Committee, her old Chen's house will be over.

The second child of the Chen family took off the bamboo basket on his back, put it in front of Song Fengchen, wiped the sweat from his forehead, panted, and said, "I found everything for you, but they were all purchased from waste. It's turned out from the station, it's a bit old."

No one on the street dared to sell these messy things these days, or he entrusted his cousin from the Yue family to get into the waste collection station. Just for these things, he spent 30 yuan just to do it up and down, which is not even the debt he owed.

The second child of the Chen family looked at Song Fengchen in a rather depressed manner, and now he didn't dare to think about it, only hoping that Song Fengchen could really solve this mess of his family.

Song Fengchen stood up and opened the rags on the bamboo basket to reveal the contents.

The two mahogany swords are fairly complete, with traces of insects on the hilt. A wad of jagged yellow paper, crumpled, may have been soaked in water, and still have stains on it. A small box of cinnabar, a large pack of various copper coins, a three clear bells, two brushes, and an old compass.

The second son of the Chen family said: "There are a lot of such things in the waste collection station, but in order not to be noticeable, plus I don’t know the goods, and many things are broken, I just picked some of the most complete ones. Come back, can you look at these things?"

Song Fengchen put the two peach wood swords in his hands aside, picked up the palm-sized, black compass, and started to warm it up.

The iron ebony of more than five thousand years is a good thing.

He gathered a ray of qi at his fingertips and flicked towards the needle in the center of the compass.

Only a dim light flashed above the compass, and the pointer remained motionless.

Top grade artifact, good baby!

"Not bad." Unexpectedly, the second child of the Chen family could bring him such a surprise. Song Fengchen's eyes flashed brightly and said with extreme precision: "Your family's affairs are stable!"

With Song Fengchen's assurance, Chen Er's sister-in-law was naturally overjoyed, and quickly prepared an empty room for him according to Song Fengchen's instructions, and then slaughtered the only rooster in the family and sent him a small bowl. Rooster blood.

Song Fengchen is ready to draw a symbol.

He doesn't think highly of Zhao Cheng, even if the other party is a ten-year old ghost. After all, Zhao Cheng has been trapped in prison since he died. Although a prison is not a good place, it is a national law enforcement unit after all, and it has the unique ability to suppress filthiness. It is conceivable that if you stay in such a place, you can’t practice, and Zhao Cheng’s strength is not much higher. go.

But he also didn't dare to underestimate Zhao Cheng. After all, he has injuries on his body now. There is very little anger in his dantian. Violent suppression is impossible, so he has to resort to tricks.

The painting symbols are most particular about a bit of aura, and they are made with a single stroke.

The current Song Fengchen is far from reaching such a realm. He can only hold the edge of the table with one hand and copy a little bit with a brush in the other.

When the sun went down, Song Fengchen walked out of the room.

According to his previous suggestion, Chen Er's sister-in-law sent all the juniors in the family to their outside home, and now she and her two sons are left in the Chen family.

After a simple dinner, Song Fengchen wanted to come to a wine jar, holding a brush dipped in the chicken blood from the previous symbol, and writing and painting on the wine jar.

The Chen family leaned in and stared at Song Fengchen's movements quietly.

After a cup of tea, Song Fengchen finished writing.

The wine jar was covered with crooked patterns, and a strong smell of blood came over.

Song Fengchen only saw Song Fengchen lift the pen and tap it on the wine jar seven times, followed by a red light flashing, and the pattern on the wine jar disappeared instantly.

The Chen family's eyes widened, their neck stretched forward, and they rubbed their eyes in unison.

"Second sister-in-law, are the things I want ready?" Song Fengchen handed the finished wine jar to the Chen family boss, breaking the silence.

Chen Er's sister-in-law regained her senses abruptly, with even more hope in her eyes. She said hurriedly: "Everything is ready."

With that said, she took out a doll puppet with Zhao Cheng's birthday horoscope written on it.

Song Fengchen took the puppet, stared at Zhao Cheng's birth date, quickly pinched his hand, and finally bit his finger and squeezed a drop of blood onto the puppet's sky spirit cover. After doing this, he returned the puppet to Chen Er's wife. Then he took out a small stack of evil charms and divided them into the Chen family.

He didn't say much, but with the hand held just now, the Chen family all took the talisman paper and put them in their pockets convincingly.

Song Fengchen opened the door and looked out, Haoyue was in the sky.

He said, "Let's start!"

"Hey." Chen Er's sister-in-law held the table nervously, took off the cloth shoes on her left foot, then squatted down, threw the doll puppet on the ground, and slammed the puppet on the doll when she lifted the cloth shoes.

While beating, she cursed tremblingly: "Slap you on the head, until you are breathless, and shake your head every day; hit you on the neck, wait for you to have venereal disease and gonorrhea all over your body... "

The second son of the Chen family heard this and couldn't help saying: "Mom, this is a curse of the living, Zhao Cheng is dead long ago."

The second sister-in-law of Chen was taken aback, stared at the second child of the Chen family, her tone changed, and she stared at the puppet villain and said viciously: "God mortal Zhao Cheng, I curse you to be infertile in your next life, full of children and grandchildren, with a poisonous look. Sore, paralyzed in bed..."

After talking like this for more than ten minutes, the second sister-in-law Chen's mouth was dry and weak, and her hands were so sore. She knelt on the ground, reluctantly saying: "...the whole family has a stroke..."

The second child of the Chen family scratched his neck, looked at Song Fengchen, who was holding the compass with a solemn expression, hitting his mouth with suspicion and swallowing it back.

At this moment, the compass pointer in Song Fengchen's hand trembled quickly, and immediately followed by a gust of cloudy wind, the oil lamp on the table began to shake violently.

"coming-"

The second son of the Chen family shrank his neck and firmly grasped the evil spirits in his pocket.

"Ding Xiaoyan, you bitch, dare to curse me..." Amid the roar, another yin wind blew into the house.

Maybe he saw Song Fengchen holding a compass, Zhao Cheng understood it instantly, and his voice also became fierce: "You even invited someone to deal with me, but you think you can help me if you find such a hairy boy. What's the matter? Originally, as long as you meet my conditions, I wouldn't take you to anything. But since you toast and not eat or drink fine wine, I will let you know today that Zhao Cheng is amazing."

He only hears the sound but does not see the person, which is the situation at the moment.

The already precarious worldview was instantly shattered and reorganized. The Chen family swallowed their mouths by coincidence. At this moment, they finally believed in Song Fengchen's evil, but this did not dispel the fear from their hearts.

The compass needle that had already settled instantly struck in the direction of Chen Er's sister-in-law, Song Fengchen calmly shouted, "Keep on hitting."

The sound was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart, Chen Er's sister-in-law instantly recovered, and subconsciously took the cloth shoes in her hand and hit the dirty humanoid doll on the ground.

"Ah!" Zhao Cheng screamed fiercely from his face, "Bitch—"

Chen Er’s sister-in-law’s eyes lit up, and the fear in her heart was swept away, her legs were no longer numb, and her arms were no longer sore. She pinched the soles of her shoes and slammed them on the face of the humanoid puppet, "I make you arrogant. , Let you scold me..."

"Ah, stop—" the wailing in the room continued, the wind screamed, and the oil lamp went out instantly.

Chen Er's sister-in-law was surprised at first, and then continued to destroy the puppets.

It was pitch black all around, and the compass needle buzzed, and in the midst of it, Song Fengchen felt as if he were one with the compass. He took out a small handful of coins and threw it in the direction of Zhao Cheng, with a weak breath. All the coins in the field fell on Zhao Cheng.

"Ah—" In the void, the screams rose a few decibels in an instant, but no matter how Zhao Cheng dodges, Song Fengchen can always capture Zhao Cheng's position keenly through the compass, smashing handfuls of copper coins down. , The physical and mental torture directly drove Zhao Cheng crazy, he yelled: "I want to kill you—"

With that said, he rushed towards the only second child of the Chen family who had no power to restrain the chicken on the court.

The second child of the Chen family stared like a copper bell, and looked straight at the faint white light on the left front. There was only one thought left in his mind-Wo Cao, Song San was shining!

Following a gust of wind, he fascinated his eyes. Before he could come back to his senses, he suddenly felt that his palm was hot, and a golden light shot out from him and hit Zhao Cheng fiercely.

There was another howling of ghosts and wolves, and Zhao Cheng instantly begged for mercy: "Ding Xiaoyan, no, mom, I was wrong, please spare me, I dare not, stop fighting..."

Hearing this mother, Chen Er's sister-in-law's movements stopped subconsciously.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Cheng rushed towards the direction of the door, but didn't want to collide with the boss of the Chen family who was waiting outside the door.

"What is this..."

Zhao Cheng's words were not finished yet, only a bang was heard, and the mouth of the wine jar was plugged by the Chen family boss.

The wind stopped abruptly, the oil lamp was reignited, and the boss of the Chen family walked in with soft feet holding the wine jar.

The second child of the Chen family, who didn't know that he had become a bait, stretched out his hand and saw that the talisman paper in his palm was gone, leaving only a handful of ashes.

It's that simple?

He looked at the wine jar in the hands of the Chen family's boss, and then at Song Fengchen, who was still calm and restless, with a dazed expression on his face.

Song Fengchen sighed in secret, not in vain that he had prepared so well.