Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s - Chapter 135

After the boss of the Chen family went to the party school to report, the second of the Chen family was not too embarrassed to stay with Song Fengchen again and bid farewell to Song Fengchen within two days.

Seeing that Song Fengchen could not be retained, he could only leave it.

Before leaving, he took out the things he had prepared long ago, pointed to the sack on his left hand, and said, “These are for the second sister-in-law, you take them back.”

When the Chen brothers came to the capital, they brought a lot of things, such as Pu’er tea, ham, bacon, various dried wild mushrooms, pickled olives, gastrodia, air-dried beef…no less than two hundred catties scattered inside. There are even 30 catties of tartary buckwheat noodles.

Half of these things are for Song Fengchen.

To vote for the peach, Song Fengchen had to prepare some gifts in return.

Because of the hot weather, he couldn’t bring the roast duck, so he could only prepare some Beijing specialties such as chestnut, preserved fruit, donkey roll, crisp sugar, and added some dried sandworms, sea cucumbers, abalone and other seafood.

After finishing speaking, Song Fengchen pointed to the sack on the right hand side: “These are for my second sister, please transfer them to her.”

The contents of the two sacks are the same.

“Hey!” If only his family’s share is good, and Song Lanzhi is added, the second son of the Chen family doesn’t know how to shirk it. In the end, he can only respond with embarrassment.

“That’s right.” As if thinking of something, Song Fengchen turned around and took out three Chinese cigarettes from the cabinet in the corner, and handed them to the second child of the Chen family: “I remember you smoked too, this is for you.”

“No, no, no.” Seeing what Song Fengchen was holding, the second child of the Chen family subconsciously refused.

He has worked in the supply and marketing agency for more than ten years, and he naturally knows the price of Zhonghua Cigarettes, like the one in Song Fengchen’s hands. One pack costs one and thirty-five cents, and three pieces are more than forty yuan, which is equivalent to him. One month’s salary.

“If you give it to you, take it, and your elder brother also has it.” Song Fengchen couldn’t help but put the things into his luggage.

The three Xu family ancestors and grandchildren each have a quota for Chinese cigarettes. They don’t smoke, and these cigarettes naturally belong to Song Fengchen.

It’s just that Song Fengchen’s addiction to cigarettes is not serious, and he used snuff some time ago-one is to match the two snuff bottles Xu Shujian gave him before; second, snuff is not burned and will not bring tar and other substances into the lungs. , It will not cause second-hand smoke to harm Xu Shujian.

After going back and forth, I didn’t save a lot of cigarettes at home, there are always more than ten or twenty, and Song Fengchen Zhengchou didn’t know what to do with them.

“Okay, thank you Sanshu!” Song Fengchen said it was for the sake of it, and the second child of the Chen family could only accept it.

Sending away the Chen brothers, life continues to be ordinary.

The little thing is a bit irritable recently, jumping up and down, Xu Shujian can see it.

“Isn’t spring here?” You know, spring is a restless season.

Song Fengchen casually teased that he was in a good mood right now, because in the morning he had just gotten a set of purple clay teapots, which he bought from Mr. Gu Jingzhou, Mr. Gu, with two boxes of Baohan’s fragrant ink ingots. I was thinking about waiting for Xu Shujian on June 10th, which was the fifth anniversary of their relationship.

“Is that so?” Xu Shujian was suspicious: “I remember it was not like this two years ago.”

“Maybe it’s grown up.” Song Fengchen said casually, he was not in a state at all.

Speaking of ink ingots, he remembered that a few days ago, Xu Shujian asked him how many boxes of ink ingots to give away. There was no stock at home, so he had to make some more.

“Really?” Xu Shujian thoughtfully, then frowned slightly.

So the question is, where should he go to find a wife for his son.

Hearing this, he was about to fall to the ground at the moment when he was about to throw at the little thing in Song Fengchen’s arms. Seeing the unreliable look of the **** shoveler and the father, it began to doubt whether its decision was right.

“It’s a hot day, what hat to bring at home.” Xu Shujian, who was about to enter the kitchen, passed by the little thing and took off the sun hat that was buckled on its head.

The little thing’s expression stagnated, and his two front paws stiffly touched the empty head, and the sound of the fluke burst was crisp and sweet.

It sniffed, bowed its head, and plunged into the arms of the big guy behind him.

Hey hey, don’t bring such a play.

The big guy looked like this as expected, he licked the ears of the little thing, carefully soothing.

Zheng Dehui’s 70th birthday was on Tuesday, and Xu Shujian and Song Fengchen took a day off to celebrate their birthday.

Zheng Dehui didn’t plan to make a big deal either, but invited some familiar people to have a drink at home, and the party set up two tables.

After drinking and eating, Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian helped clear the table.

No one looked at it, the little thing was empty, and at a glance, he saw the all-old man on the sofa, and his eyes lit up.

These people should be more reliable than shoveling shit!

“Brother Zheng’s craftsmanship really has nothing to say.” Guo Bingsheng said with a smile.

“It’s not—” Halfway through, Xu Junmin gave a “Huh” and turned his head.

I saw a little monkey dragging an equally small sunhat and climbing up the coffee table with difficulty.

The little monkey suppressed the panic in his heart, gathered courage, wandered on the coffee table, staring at the five people sitting on the sofa back and forth with his small round eyes.

Guo Bingsheng and others stopped talking, watching the little monkey’s movements with interest.

In the end, the little monkey turned his eyes and stood in front of the oldest old Mr. Wei, picked up his hat and buttoned his head, and drew it seriously.

After it was done, it looked at Mr. Wei hopefully.

Mr. Wei was pleased. He smiled and said, “Little…” Monkey, are you trying to juggle for us?

“Wait a moment–” Seeing this scene, Mr. Liu, who has done geological work for decades, ran all over the country, and has a great knowledge, quickly interrupted Mr. Wei’s words: “Don’t talk for now.”

“Huh?” Mr. Wei looked at Mr. Liu subconsciously.

The little monkey’s eyes lit up, apparently aware of something, and moved a small step towards Mr. Liu, repeating the gesture that he had just bowed his hands.

Mr. Liu said in his heart, as expected, he leaned over, and the little monkey with big eyes to small eyes, and said: “You look like a person like this!”

Hearing this, a golden light flashed across the little thing. Mr. Liu only felt a flower in front of him. When he fixed his eyes, the little thing had jumped in front of him, hugged his face and kissed, and then jumped. Jump away.

“What’s the matter?” Mr. Wei asked.

Mr. Liu smiled openly, and said cheerfully, “The little guy is asking for integrity!”

“Discussing Zheng Zheng?” Guo Bingsheng and others were all unclear.

Mr. Liu had no choice but to explain: “As the name suggests, spiritual animals ask for a title from us humans. Usually these animals are old and well-versed. When they have cultivated to a certain level, they need a human verbal title. Transformed into a human form to facilitate further cultivation into immortals. If the person who has been confided makes a mistake and points out its prototype, it is a failure of confession. For how many years it has practiced, the next opportunity to confess the confession will have to be postponed. How many years.”

Hearing this, Mr. Wei couldn’t help taking a breath. He couldn’t help but feel fortunate. Fortunately, Mr. Liu interrupted him in time, otherwise he would make a big mistake.

But on second thoughts, he lived more than seventy years old, this is the first time he saw a living fairy!

——Still the kind raised at home.

Mr. Liu, who was equally surprised, turned his head to look at Xu Junmin, stroked his beard, and said with a smile: “Speaking of which, I also want to congratulate Brother Xu for adding a new importer to his house.”

No one here knows that Xu Shujian treats small things as his son’s pain.

Mr. Liu is right. The family is indeed imported, but not one, but two.

Hearing what happened here, Song Fengchen had a complicated expression. With his ability, he could naturally see that the little thing had just started practicing for a few years, why did it suddenly change shape?

When he was going to find the little thing to ask for some understanding, he didn’t even find the root monkey hair, and there was the big guy missing together.

Song Fengchen thoughtfully.

Sure enough, as soon as he got home, he saw a young man in his thirties holding a seventeen-year-old boy on the sofa watching TV.

-Scheming demon!