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    In the year 1976, good things and bad things, human society and nature, sad and unprepared, were simply stormy, ups and downs, magnificent and earth-shattering.

    This year, the Chairman, Prime Minister, Commander-in-Chief, and the Big Three of the country passed away one after another; this year, an earthquake in just 23 seconds took away the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Tangshan, and shrouded the entire Huaguo in a misty cloud.  Middle; followed by the reactionary clique that has been bouncing around for five years, it suddenly collapsed

    Like a thunderbolt from the blue, the lifeless Huaguo ushered in a new life, and the whole world boiled up¡ª¡ª

    ¡ª¡ªThe Spring Festival in 1977 seemed to be a little more lively than usual!

    But this excitement is only temporary. Before the Lantern Festival, people walk away slowly, and then the spring famine comes after them.

    In the ticket era, rural areas are different from cities. Having an urban hukou means a decent job, food supplies, a stable salary, and various living tickets are issued in addition to living a comfortable life.

    ?But when I came to the peasants, I depended on the work points I earned from working in the fields for food and drink, and I counted on two jobs and one casual living every day, and there was almost no meat and tofu throughout the year.

    ?But no matter how careful the budget is, after the Spring Festival, basically every household is about to run out of food, and the next season of tartary buckwheat will not mature until May at the earliest, which is the so-called lean time.

    For a ration, diligent people dig wild vegetables, look for medicinal materials, catch bugs, sell their last old hen, sell the last bit of cloth tickets issued by the public, and sell everything that can be exchanged for food.  alive.

    Naturally, lazy people can't bear the feeling of their chests sticking to their backs, and they gather in groups of three or four to start a sneaky business.  The lookout, the one who broke the door, the rest of the people swarmed into the kitchen.

    Who would have thought that at this time the host came back, and when they heard the sound, seven or eight adults immediately blushed, shouted loudly to catch the thief, and rushed up with the hoes and poles beside them.

    The people who were rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the kitchen to find food also panicked, grabbing their things and scrambling over the wall to get out.

    Just like this, you chased each other and rushed out for seven or eight miles, and no one would give up. However, more and more villagers came to help after hearing the sound.

    In the end, a thin and tall man who was at the back of the crowd at the front couldn't run anymore. He stopped and supported his waist just as he wanted to catch his breath, when the villagers who caught up with their back feet scolded the little beast, then raised their kicks hard.  He kicked hard on his ass.

    The thin tall one staggered and fell down like this, his forehead just hit the statue of God God who was pushed down on the side of the road for passers-by to rest.

    Song Fengchen came to this world under such circumstances.

    He opened his eyes, and his scattered sight began to focus, and the place where he entered his eyes was gray and yellow.

    "Hiss¡ª¡ª" Song Fengchen let out a low growl, and stretched out his hand to touch the sore spot on his forehead. His neck shrank, and his face instantly wrinkled into a bitter melon face. When he looked again, he saw incense ash and blood scabs in his hand.

    His eyes moved down slowly, and landed on the black and thin wrist, his pupils tightened, and he suddenly lifted the damp and musty-smelling quilt on his body.

    He was wearing a thick gray coat, very old, with a few small patches scattered here and there, and a large bloodstain on his chest was shocking.

    This is not him!

    Song Fengchen frowned, his mind was in chaos, he subconsciously reached out to touch the pocket of his coat, thinking of smoking a cigarette to calm down, but as expected, he came to nothing.

    He smacked his lips, got up and got out of bed, and pushed open the door with a pair of trembling legs.

    Looking around, the green hills are green in the distance, the nearby field ridges are lined up in an orderly manner, and a big river meanders through. There are low thatched huts all around, dry fortified earth walls, and the roofs are thatched and bamboo leaves.  , faintly heard a few snoring pigs.

    This is not his world either!

    Who is Song Fengchen?

    His life experience is not glorious.

    My mother's family was poor, and she was forced to work part-time as soon as she graduated from junior high school.  Fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls are fascinated by the colorful world at first glance.

    ?After five or six years of being around, the person has grown up. With her good looks and sweet mouth, she asked someone to build a bridge to meet a rich businessman and became his mistress.  Less than a year later, she became pregnant again smoothly.  It's a pity that her life is not very good. Just when she was living the dream of becoming a rich wife by entering the house and becoming a rich wife,?The villagers all clapped their hands and cheered.  On the contrary, they felt that the family really valued love and righteousness, and they could only deal with Song San until now.

    But who would have thought that Song San, who was cut off his rations and used to being lazy, would finally hit his mind on the Wang family who just happened to go out to visit relatives

    When the old woman said she was tired, she put her hips on her hips, took a few breaths, and continued to persuade her earnestly, but her tone eased a bit: "Song San, listen to the second sister-in-law's persuasion, you are not too old, if you  If you keep on messing around like this, you will really be like Liu Laolai at the west end of the village. It is said in the play that the prodigal son will not change his money when he returns, so you have to plan for yourself, don't lose face to your old Song family  !"

    This old Liu Lai Song Fengchen has a bit of an impression. When he was young, he relied on his kung fu to run amok in the village, and everyone hated him.  Later, he offended someone and was crippled with an arm and a leg, and no one wanted to marry his daughter to him.  Now in his fifties, he lives in a dilapidated cave. He is as thin as a matchstick. Maybe someday he will lose his braids and no one will know.

    Swallowing the last mouthful of tartary buckwheat cake, there was something in his stomach, Song Fengchen's whole body was refreshed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a sneer: "I will remember what the second sister-in-law said."

    He appreciated the old woman's kindness.  He is not his predecessor, so naturally he will not repeat Song San's mistakes.

    The old woman was taken aback, as if she didn't expect Song San, who was always rebellious, to be so easy to talk at the moment. Seeing Song Fengchen's serious appearance, she suppressed her doubts and nodded.

    hope so!

    Song Fengchen's eyes swept across the old woman's face, he paused, rubbed the rough porcelain bowl in his hand with his thumb, and reminded: "I see that your seal is blue, second sister-in-law, I am afraid that the house will be in trouble these days.  , if it is not done well, there will be a bloody disaster, you have to beware of some villains"

    What?

    This style of painting changed too fast, and the old woman really didn't realize it for a while.

    At this moment, a middle-aged woman's voice came from the room: "Aunt Chen, all the guests are here, it's time to start the banquet."

    "Hey, come here."

    Hearing this, the old woman immediately ignored the other things, and quickly grabbed the two rough porcelain bowls in Song Fengchen's hand, "Okay, go back after you finish eating, and take good care of your wounds."

    Before the voice fell, people had already entered the house.

    Song Fengchen looked at his empty palms, shook his head helplessly, turned around with his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the direction he came from.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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