Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

On the day of November, Beijing University was closed for three days as usual. As a teacher representative of Beijing University, Xu Shujian was invited to participate in the National Day parade, and went out before dawn.

Song Fengchen originally wanted to join in the fun, but he went too late, and the parade had already begun. The scene was crowded with people, the gongs and drums were noisy, and the crowd was full of voices. He stood outside the crowd and basically couldn't see anything.

Standing for ten minutes, it was really boring, Song Fengchen rubbed his aching ears and went home altogether.

Looking at the empty house, he had nothing to do anyway, he rolled up his sleeves, found an enamel basin, and took a half basin of water, intending to clean the house inside and out.

Then he pulled out a real estate certificate from the closet.

But it was not the real estate certificate of the house that Guo Bingsheng gave him three months ago.

He thought for a while, opened the drawer in the middle of the closet, flipped through it, and found a bunch of keys in a wooden box.

It just happens that he is free these two days, and the house is almost cleaned, so let's go and take a look.

The house the two of them live in is the one assigned to Xu Shidao. It is less than 60 square meters. At the beginning, it felt good. It was suitable for two people. It was not too big or too small.

But after these few months, a lot of things have been added to the family one after another. Leaving aside the pile of daily necessities that Song Fengchen bought back, Xu Shujian was obsessed with visiting the Liuli Factory and the waste collection station some time ago. The old books, calligraphy and paintings he bought filled most of the study room.

It's also time to change to a bigger residence.

Making up his mind, he picked up the key and looked for it according to the address on the real estate certificate.

Song Fengchen never expected that Guo Bingsheng would give him a mansion.

A pair of large round stone cylinders stand under the steps in front of the rusty black painted door. A pair of wooden couplets is hung on the wall of the door. A couplet is vaguely visible on the red paint base. Cathay Pacific, all directions work together for prosperity."

The entire mansion covers an area of ​​more than 1,500 square meters. The main building is a three-story, one-bottom, twelve brick-wood concrete structure, decorated with marble carvings, and is a typical Chinese-Western architectural style. In addition, there are six pure Western-style bungalows, one parking room, one underground wine cellar, and a vegetable plot in the front small garden.

Compared with the dilapidated Guo family’s old mansion, the damage of this mansion is not too serious. In addition to the severe damage to the wall, the main body of the house is built with pure bluestone, so there is basically no cracking, leakage, etc. Quality defects. In this way, it is much easier to renovate this mansion.

Song Fengchen looked at the inside and outside of this mansion, and slowly got an idea from the bottom of his heart.

The roof needs to be renovated because there are dirt and weeds in the cracks of the tiles.

It has not been maintained for ten years, the ground is bumpy, and none of the bluestone slabs laid on the aisle is complete. Resurfacing is necessary.

The furniture in the house was moved away by the previous tenants, and there was not even a piece of bedboard left... Fortunately, there were a lot of red sandalwood on the lumber factory, but he didn’t have much money in his hand, only two were left. A little more than 5,000 yuan, and five hundred yuan per cubic meter of red sandalwood. I want to use this money to make a set of red sandalwood furniture including a bed and a cabinet. It is a bit whimsical.

Song Fengchen thought, should he choose Huanghuali next to him? After all, Huanghuali is only one hundred and sixty yuan a cube, and the quality is not bad.

This is not in a hurry for the time being.

After making up his mind, Song Fengchen rushed to Nanmen Street and found several waste collection stations. Finally, he had enough orange glazed tiles for two large cars.

Two more bricklayers were hired, and they paid a deposit. After doing this, he returned home.

"It's so fragrant, what did you do?" Song Fengchen sniffed and looked at the kitchen while changing shoes.

"Fried mullet roe." Xu Shujian said: "Why did you come back at this time?"

"Well, didn’t Mr. Guo give us a house before? I went to see it. It’s right at the Chaoyangmen..." Song Fengchen told Xu Shujian about the matter one by one. "It’s not far from Beijing University. Clean up It’s not difficult. During this time, I took the time to run a few more times. We should be able to live in at the latest."

"Yeah." Xu Shujian smiled and nodded: "There are blood swallows stewed in the pot. You should eat it first. The rock sugar water has been melted. If it is too fishy, ​​there will be honey and milk in the cupboard."

"Okay." Song Fengchen replied happily.

That is, Xu Shujian, who is not too troublesome, likes to study these complicated cooking ingredients, just like the hearty abalone eaten two days ago. It took two days and three nights to soak dried abalone.

In this way, Song Fengchen would not be beautiful.

Both the mullet roe and the blood swallow were given by Guo Bingsheng's family on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The amount was quite large. The blood swallow had four or two, and the mullet roe had six catties. Song Fengchen estimated that they should be given a double portion. In addition, there is a complete set of silver tableware, which is not decent, but too ostentatious. It is definitely not usable for the time being.

"It seems that Uncle Guo and the others are going back, right?" Song Fengchen bent over and took out a bottle of honey from the cupboard, unscrewed the lid, and added a spoonful to the bowl.

"It seems to be." Xu Shujian picked up a piece of fried mullet roe and sent it to Song Fengchen's mouth: "I heard my dad said that they are planning to build a textile factory in the western suburbs. It's signed."

"That's all right," Song Fengchen opened his mouth to answer, chew it, and said, "I will send them some Fengdou over tomorrow."

Just treat it as a courtesy, after all, these things are not cheap.

"Okay." Xu Shujian responded. Song Fengchen should be the master of these things, "Yes, grandpa and they are coming back soon."

Xu Junmin was rehabilitated at the end of March, and he left the capital again in mid-April, which was only half a year away.

When he came back, Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian went to the airport to pick him up. Probably because of the spiritual sustenance, he looks a lot younger.

When Xu Shidao came back from get off work, Xu Shujian was playing chess with Xu Junmin, while Song Fengchen was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

There was an unstoppable smile on his face: "Dad, you are back."

Xu Junmin took the time to take a look at him: "What's wrong with this, so happy?"

"Dad, you don't know—" Xu Shidao's exhilarating voice stopped abruptly as if he had realized something, and he subconsciously looked at Xu Shujian and Song Fengchen beside him.

"What?" Xu Junmin didn't know why.

I have already said that, and the prevarication was not very good. Xu Shi simply told the truth. He clenched his right hand into a fist, pressed it against his mouth, and cleared his throat: "Something happened to the Zhu family."

Zhu Zhengsheng was ill, very sick, and I heard that he was alive within a few days.

Zhu Zhengsheng is the grandfather of Zhu Anshi and the pillar of Zhu's family.

"Oh!" Xu Junmin said bitterly. Because of Zhu Anshi, he disliked the entire Zhu family.

Now that Zhu’s family is suffering, can he be miserable?

After speaking, he seemed to think of something, his face changed slightly, and he glanced at Xu Shujian, who had no expression on his face, and had an idea in his heart.