Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

On September 17th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, Song Fengchen's idea of ​​inviting several old gentlemen Zheng Dehui to eat crabs at home on this day failed to come true.

——Mr. Wei's two sons and one daughter have returned to China, and he invited Song Fengchen and them to visit his home.

This old Mr. Wei was the chief writer of Ta Kung Pao when he was young. Later, he was chased by the authorities because his words and deeds were too fierce. He could only hide himself in the Capital University as a Master of Chinese Studies for more than ten years. He is now the dean of the Chinese Department of Beijing University. That one.

He is also the only one of Zheng Dehui's four who still has heirs alive.

This was due to his sensitive political nerves. He smelled the wrong direction and asked someone to send all his family out of the country. This saved the people.

Both of his sons and a daughter are capable. The eldest son has moved to the United States. Now he has two farms of tens of thousands of acres and a wine estate of more than 500 acres.

The second son is in a tin mining business in Nanyang, with an annual income of over one million in British pounds. The current exchange rate of Renminbi to British pound is three to one.

The youngest daughter is a professor at the University of Hong Kong, holding several patents in medicine in her hand, and she is also gaining money every day.

This is the real tiger father without dogs.

Mr. Wei now lives in the single-family three-storey small western-style building that Guo Bingsheng gave him, which is just a few minutes' drive away from Beimen Street.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, Song Fengchen, who had been pressing Xu Shujian into the early morning, struggled to wake up, stared at the ceiling for a while, and then yawned while covering his mouth.

He rubbed the soft flesh under his hands: "It's time to get up."

"Yeah." Xu Shujian responded with a long nasal sound, and reached out and touched Song Fengchen's abdominal muscles.

This is called reciprocity.

Get up and wash.

Opening the curtains, Song Fengchen stepped on slippers and walked towards the direction of the kitchen. When passing by the bathroom, he raised his hand and knocked on the door: "What do you want for breakfast?"

Listening to the sound of the running water inside, Song Fengchen was full of heart, stretched out his hand to unscrew the doorknob, and peeked his head into the gap.

Hearing the sound, Xu Shujian stopped wiping her hair and turned her head to meet his eyes.

Song Fengchen glanced at Xu Shujian's straight shirt and trousers, his eyes couldn't hide his disappointment, he had to pretend to be serious, with a pure face: "It's okay, I just want to ask you what you want for breakfast?"

How can Xu Shujian not know what Song Fengchen's idea is, his face is hot, but it cannot be denied that the joy of the heart is definitely more than shame, whether it is for the joyful scene in front of him or other.

He glanced at Song Fengchen, and felt that the ancestor's saying that people should not look good was more and more right. It's like the person in front of him. At first he thought that the other party was a gentleman, but now he realized that this guy was not only daring, but also shameless.

Xu Shujian was in a good mood and was happy to let him go.

He followed Song Fengchen's words and said, "Can you eat the sweet wine you made before?"

"It should be possible." Song Fengchen replied.

"That's fine." Xu Shujian thought for a while: "Make a fermented rice dumpling, and then make an egg cake. The glutinous rice flour is packed in the iron pot in the upper left corner of the cupboard."

"Okay." Song Fengchen promised, "Uncle Li next door just gave me a pack of dried osmanthus a few days ago."

After speaking, he turned and went to the kitchen.

After a while, his voice sounded in the kitchen again: "Hey, there is no lard at home."

You must use lard to make egg cakes!

"So fast?" Xu Shujian replied casually. Didn't he remember that he had just exploded two catties at the beginning of the month!

There was a long silence in the kitchen, and then Song Fengchen's brisk voice came out: "I ran out of it last night."

If you can't see a picture of a beauty going out in a bath, it's okay to talk about it.

Hearing this, Xu Shujian shrank her **** almost as if it were a conditional launch, and then flushed with red ears.

Sure enough, he still overestimated the shame of this guy.

After breakfast, the two of them worked together to clean the house, and then went to Beimen Street to buy two boxes of moon cakes and a few catties of fruit. Then they drove to Wei's house.

The two of them were late, but there was also a Guo Bingsheng, Mr. Guo, who was in the bottom.

Mr. Wei's two sons and a daughter returned to China this time, originally with the idea of ​​taking Mr. Wei to the United States to enjoy the blessing. Rejected, he was studying at Beijing University, even less willing to leave his homeland.

The Wei family brothers and sisters did not persuade them too much. They understand that Mr. Wei’s mood is on the one hand, and on the other hand, because they can return to China this time, they want to invest and build a factory in China, so the upper hand will give them a lot of convenience. Zhimen, and Xu Shidao was responsible for receiving them.

Since they are going to build production in the country, they have to go back to the country after a few shortcomings. In this way, it would not be difficult for them to take care of Mr. Wei.

"Come on, taste the dried fruits and Kona coffee I brought back from the United States." The boss of the Wei family walked over with a plate of abalone fruit, and his wife poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee for Song Fengchen and the others.

"The taste is mellow, the taste is warm, not bad, not bad." Zheng Dehui praised.

"Speaking of it, the last time I drank this was five years or so," Mr. Liu, who was the last public student of the Qing Dynasty and studied in the United States for more than ten years, looked in memory of him. "That was my student in North Korea. Two cans were seized on the battlefield. I drank them for a whole year."

"The feeling is good," the Wei family said with a smile: "It just so happens that I brought several boxes back home this time. If you like them, you can bring two cans back later."

Those boxes of coffee were originally prepared by him for the leaders of the State Administration for Industry and Commerce. Now that Mr. Liu likes them, they are all used as gifts anyway, so who should not give them.

Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment, and he didn't feel good about it. He just said: "Since Mr. Wei is kind, then I'm not welcome."

"Where is Mr. Liu..."

While talking, Guo Bingsheng arrived.

"I'm really sorry, I'm late." Guo Bingsheng leaned on a cane, his eyes were black and he looked haggard.

"Oh, Older Guo, I haven't seen you in a few days, why are you like this?" Zheng Dehui quickly reached out to help.

He walked to the sofa and sat down with Zheng Dehui's hand. Guo Bingsheng released the crutches in his hand, waved his hand, and sighed, "Don't tell me, I fell in the shower a few days ago. There was nothing wrong at the time. No, yesterday. The child has a sudden attack. This person, he is too old to accept the old, it is really bad!"

"Really, I'll take a look at you."

"Yes." Guo Bingsheng responded and stretched out his left hand to Zheng Dehui.

Zheng Dehui gave him a pulse, looked at his face again, and said, "It's nothing serious, but there is some yang deficiency. I will open a prescription for you later, so that you can recover within a week."

"Row."

For the western food at noon, the head chef is the second child of the Wei family, and his craftsmanship is quite good.

Chicken salad, grilled prawns, lamb stewed with potatoes, grilled lamb saddle, winter solstice pudding, the wine is the wine produced by the wine estate under the name of Weijia.

The host and the host enjoyed a meal.

After chatting for a while, seeing the time, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone got up to leave.

Mr. Wei couldn't help but say that he led a family to stuff Song Fengchen and a few people with one hand. To say less, it was twenty or thirty catties. In his words, these are the souvenirs brought back by his three brothers and sisters from thousands of miles away. Li is light and affection is heavy.

Seeing that several people couldn't shirk it, they had no choice but to accept it.

"Why don't you go back first, I'll give a gift to Mr. Guo." Song Fengchen said to Xu Shujian.

Guo Bingsheng was originally not very comfortable, but now he has to carry so many things, the difficulty can be imagined, Xu Shujian nodded: "Okay."

After separating from Song Fengchen, Xu Shujian got on the bus for the return journey. When he got home, it happened to be raining lightly in the sky.

Just as he patted the raindrops off his body and was about to go upstairs, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Shu Jian."

He shook his body and slowly raised his head.

In the corner, a young man dressed in a straight Chinese tunic suit, combed with a meticulous Aisi head, and elegant, "Long time no see!"

Xu Shujian pursed her lips, upset and irritable, but it didn't show up on her face: "Long time no see."