Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

This day in mid-October, Sunday.

In a daze, Song Fengchen felt that his chin was a little itchy, he reached out and scratched it, no one was in his arms, he snorted: "Huh?"

Xu Shujian’s voice came in her ears: “I’m out, I left you pumpkin porridge and meat dumplings in the pot, and there is a moon cake left in the cupboard. Remember to eat it.”

Song Fengchen was half asleep and half awake, thinking, as if Xu Shujian had told him last night that he was going to climb the Great Wall with Teacher Zhou and the others today. He yawned, "Yeah!"

"Then I'm leaving." After that, Xu Shujian kissed Song Fengchen's chin again: "Remember to shave his beard."

Two hours after Song Fengchen woke up completely, he brushed his teeth, washed his face, shaved his beard, and made the bed. He stepped on the slippers, opened the cupboard, and took out a piece of moon cake and put it in his mouth.

The moon cakes were made by Xu Shujian a few days ago. They are the size of a regular water cup, with bean paste and salted egg yolk as fillings, and they taste pretty good.

Just when he picked up his chopsticks to pick out the meat dumplings on the steaming rack in the pot, a knock on the door suddenly came from his ear.

"Who?" He answered, put down his chopsticks and went out, opened the door to face two strange faces.

The headed young man arched his hands and bent over: "Song Daoyou."

This voice was a little familiar, and Song Fengchen hesitated and said, "Who Dao friend?"

The young man straightened up, "It's just the poor way."

But it is He Duanfeng.

Song Fengchen immediately bowed his hand in return, then opened his body and stretched out his left hand: "Please come in!"

Entering the house, He Duanfeng put the gift box in his hand on the coffee table, and only said: "The poor Dao came to Beijing to do something. Passing by here, I just felt the breath of the Daoist friends, so I came here to worship the dock."

"Friends joked." Song Fengchen made a pot of tea and poured a cup for each of them.

After half a cup of hot tea, He Duanfeng put down his tea bowl: "I thought the name of fellow Taoist was a bit familiar, but I didn't expect you to be the grandson of Xuan Cheng Zi Guanzhu."

Hearing this, Song Fengchen reminded Song Fengchen: "Dare to ask fellow Taoists, what happened to Xu Jiacun?"

It was more than 70 lives in the end, Song Fengchen didn't mind spending more saliva for them.

"After Zhou Lan was rescued by fellow daoists, the villagers in Xujia Village became so angry that they wanted to bury me with me. Fortunately, my master arrived in time."

He Duanfeng didn't mean to resent Song Fengchen, his skills were inferior to humans, and there was nothing to say.

"My master tried so hard, and in the end he only rescued more than 20 people, all women and children."

It's just a few words, and I don't know how many twists and turns have been skipped.

Repaying virtue with grievances, but so.

Song Fengchen didn't intend to comment on the character of He Duanfeng's master and apprentice. This is probably the difference between him and the purely decent children.

The two chatted together. The middle-aged man in blue cloth workwear sitting next to He Duanfeng looked anxious. He raised his wrist from time to time to check the time. Seeing that they didn't mean to stop, he couldn't help it. 'S opening shouted: "Who Dao Chang——?"

Only then did He Duanfeng remember what was going on. He looked at Song Fengchen and said: "The poor Dao still has things to do, so I won't bother the Dao friends."

"Okay." Song Fengchen followed and stood up.

"That's right," He Duanfeng remembered the purpose of his trip, his gaze fell on the pile of gift boxes on the coffee table, came from the middle and a half, and pointed at them and said: "These, please help from fellow daoists to transfer them to Zhou. Lan, Quan should be my apologize to her."

After he got out of Xujiacun and looked back at what happened that day, although he did not regret his choice at the time, he did not regret Zhou Lan.

"Okay." Song Fengchen nodded and agreed.

Sending He Duanfeng away, Song Fengchen stuffed the pile of gifts he brought into the cupboard. As for Zhou Lan's share, ask Xu Shujian to take it to the school tomorrow, and Mr. Zhou can pass it on to her.

After breakfast, Song Fengchen took the money to the stone factory and spent two hundred yuan to order a batch of bluestone slabs and bluestone bricks. On the mansion side, the roof has almost been renovated. In the next step, he plans to find someone to redecorate the house. He has already drawn the circuit diagrams.

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Here, bid farewell to Song Fengchen, He Duanfeng followed the middle-aged man to Nanmen Street.

"That's it." The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, pointing to a small two-story building on the opposite side of the road.

After speaking, he led He Duanfeng over and rang the doorbell.

Ten seconds later, Zhu Anshi walked out, his gaze shifted from the middle-aged man to He Duanfeng, his expression a little excited, he stretched out his hand: "This is the young master He Duanfeng who is watching from the room. Wish Anshi, thank you for coming all the way for my family’s affairs."

He Duanfeng stretched out his hand and shook his hand, and said politely: "Mr. Zhu."

I wish An Shi turned sideways: "He Daochang, please come in, the family ancestor has been waiting for you for a long time."

Hearing this, He Duanfeng turned to look at the middle-aged man: "Mr. He, I have already come here, look, can I return the token."

He came to the capital this time because he was asked by a middle-aged man to solve the trouble for the Zhu family.

As for the tokens he said, it was decades ago. The middle-aged man's uncle once had a meal with his teacher. In order to repay his kindness, his teacher gave him his identity plate. , And told him the address of Fang Quguan. Under the circumstance of not violating morals and justice, Fang Quguan can do something for him or his descendants free of charge by using this identity plate as a token.

Just three days ago, the middle-aged man came to the door with this identification plate.

"Yes, yes," the middle-aged man said repeatedly, taking out a black wooden sign from his pocket and handing it to He Duanfeng.

He was originally a servant of Zhu’s family. When Zhu Zhengsheng had an accident, Zhu’s family was panicked and awkward. He remembered the wooden sign left to him by his uncle after his death.

He brought this matter up to the Zhu family with suspicion, but he didn't expect them to be overjoyed when they heard about the three words Fang Guguan.

Thinking of the five hundred dollars he had already acquired and the job of the director of the supply and marketing agency that he was about to acquire, the middle-aged man was delighted.

Regardless of what the middle-aged man was thinking, He Duanfeng put away the wooden sign, followed Zhu Anshi, and entered the house.

As soon as he stepped into Zhu Zhengsheng's room, a gloomy wind blew his face, causing He Duanfeng's hair to stand upright, and his heart felt cold.

On the bed, Zhu Zhengsheng's face was sallow, without a trace of blood. On his thin cheeks, two cheekbones protruded there like two small hills. Seeing Zhu Anshi lead He Duanfeng in, he was extremely excited, struggling to sit up.

A middle-aged woman waiting next to him met and quickly reached out to help.

"He Daochang, look?" Zhu Anshi looked at He Duanfeng closely.

He Duanfeng frowned slightly, and said hesitantly: "Looking at Mr. Zhu's situation, he should have been entangled by a ghost."

Hearing this, I wish my family's complexion was unnatural for a moment.

He Duanfeng sank: "So, who is this resentful ghost?"

I wish the family all look towards Zhu Zhengsheng.

A trace of resentment flashed through Zhu Zhengsheng's eyes, and he nodded.

Zhu Anshi said in a deep voice: "The matter is here, and I don't hide it from Daochang He. It was my dead wife who murdered my grandfather."