Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

But it was just repelling.

It is impossible for Cai Daochang to stay at Luo's house forever. If Luo's family is not dead, Zhao Xiaolan will not give up. After she recovers from the injury, she may come back again when she recovers.

Hearing this, all Luo family members were terrified.

Luo Youheng's promise of re-reporting was in the arms of Cai Daochang. According to the wishes of Luo's family, he gave Luo Sizhong an idea.

That is to take advantage of the opportunity of Zhao Xiaolan's serious injury and escape, to find a family to be a substitute for the Luo family. It is best to have a blood relationship to ensure that there is nothing wrong.

Then he cast the spell again and slowly tortured the family to death, causing Zhao Xiaolan to mistakenly believe that it was the Luo family that died, so that he let go of obsession, reincarnated, and no longer troubled his family.

Almost subconsciously, Luo Youheng thought of his cousin Luo Minxin's family, whom he had never seen.

He has a family of five, and Luo Minxin's family is also five, which is just right.

Under Luo Youheng's bitter pleading, Luo Sizhong, who was already dying of illness, couldn't bear it, but had no choice but to recruit Luo Minxin's family to Yang City on the basis of gifting inheritance according to Cai Daochang's arrangement.

Speaking of this, Luo Youheng's voice became lower and lower, and he couldn't help but look up at Song Fengchen, facing Song Fengchen's expressionless expression. He shrank his neck, quickly lowered his head, concealed the inexplicable strangeness in his heart, and continued.

"After Luo Minxin's family arrived in Yangshi, my father allocated him 500 yuan and a small two-story foreign mansion, and then asked them to sign a deed of sale drawn up by Mr. Cai Daochang. The content was probably voluntarily sold to our family as a substitute. No matter what happens in the future, there will be no regrets or regrets..."

"Luo Minxin's family is illiterate. We lied to them that they signed an inheritance agreement and they really believed it."

"Cai Daochang said, this is called taking people's money and people's disaster. Only in this way, even if Luo Minxin's family died miserably, this sinful debt will not be counted on our family's head." Luo Youheng said in a false voice.

"Five hundred yuan, five lives." Song Fengchen said in a low voice, word by word.

No wonder that Cai Daochang dared to be so bold and presumptuous, and his feelings were already well prepared.

The contract is certain. It is the Luo Minxin family who died, and the Luo Minxin family is naturally behind, but it is not that he has nothing to do with Cai Daochang.

Good means!

Luo Youheng couldn't help taking out a square from his jacket pocket and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead. He laughed with him, and said cautiously: "This is how things are, what do you see now?"

As he said, his eyes fell on the six packs of great unity on Song Fengchen's right hand, and his intention to change the subject couldn't be more obvious.

Song Fengchen responded indifferently, and then said, "So what does Mr. Luo mean?"

Luo Youheng repeatedly said: "Mr. Song is the master."

After he finished speaking, he had a short meal, and quickly added: "As long as I can protect my family with five well-rounded people."

Song Fengchen's eyes flickered, and he tapped his fingers on the desktop, as if he was thinking about something.

The air solidified at this moment, Luo Youheng and his son could not help slowing down their breathing, and their hearts went up and down with the percussive sound.

After a long silence, Song Fengchen finally said, "I won't touch a wicked way like finding someone to die for, so I can only start from Zhao Xiaolan's side."

Luo Youheng straightened his spine subconsciously.

"Vengeance from ghosts is justified." Song Fengchen explained faintly: "But the wrongdoer, the debtor. Since your father has already paid the price for this, let's just put an end to this matter. Then Zhao Xiaolan will be entangled again. Your family is indeed overdone..."

Hearing what he said, Luo Youheng couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Yes, it is Mr. Song that is fair."

Song Fengchen smiled, disapproving, and continued: "So the crux of the problem lies in how to eliminate Zhao Xiaolan's malice towards your family."

Luo Youheng's father and son's expressions were lifted.

Song Fengchen lowered his eyebrows slightly, meaning: "I actually thought of a good idea, but Mr. Luo had to pay a little price."

Luo Youheng hurriedly said, "Mr. Song, please tell me."

Song Fengchen said in a deep voice: "First of all, Mr. Luo must promise to disclose the truth about the poisoning and homicide that year, and to return Zhao Xiaolan's innocence."

Luo Youheng was taken aback.

Once the truth of this case is revealed, his father's reputation is bound to be discredited.

People have to be poked in the backbone even when they die.

but-

Luo Youheng's eyes rolled.

If he does something with good luck, he may not be able to gain a good reputation for being impartial and righteous.

The dead always give way to the living.

Luo Youheng made up his mind almost instantly. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Song Fengchen didn't care what Luo Youheng thought, he just continued: "This second, murder pays for his life. Although your father is dead, he killed three people directly or indirectly. One life worth one life is okay. He can't afford to pay for three lives, so Zhao Xiaolan will transfer the remaining hatred to you."

Luo Youheng suddenly had a bad thought in his heart.

I only heard Song Fengchen say: "So if you want Zhao Xiaolan to give in, you have to do something on your father to make her happy."

Making a fuss on his father?

His father is dead, isn't it—

Luo Youheng's inspiration flashed, he trembled, "What do Song and Mr. Song mean?"

Song Fengchen glanced at him and said with a serious face: "It depends on your sincerity, Mr. Luo, what you should do."

He doesn't care about the dead.

Luo Youheng's face was green and white. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

Things have come to this point, what else can he do?

"Finally, Mr. Luo had to agree to condense the bones of Zhao Xiaolan's mother and daughter and erect a monument for worship."

"No problem." Luo Youheng did not hesitate.

Song Fengchen finally asked: "Do you know the birth date of Zhao Xiaolan?"

Luo Youheng nodded: "I know."

With that, he took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket.

Before Cai Daochang asked him to do it, his memory improved. Just in case, I came to Song Fengchen this time, and he prepared it in advance.

"Well."

Song Fengchen got up and entered the room. When he came out again, he had two more sets of paper and pen in his hand.

He handed one of them to Luo Youheng, and only said, "Now, Mr. Luo, please list the things you just agreed to, and sign and deposit."

Although Luo Youheng didn't know what Song Fengchen's idea was, he still took the pen and paper honestly, and found a corner to ponder it for himself.

Song Fengchen sat on the table with another pair of paper and pen, and wrote four paragraphs on the letter paper.

I got rid of Cai Daochang who injured you seriously.

Luo Sizhong is dead, and it is not good for his family. There is no need to implicate Luo Youheng's family. It will not benefit you.

Don't worry, Luo Youheng tried to murder my sister's family in vain. I have decided to use human nature to make a major reform to punish his family, which will make his family destitute and unable to rest forever.

I have benefited you from Luo Yongheng, if you think it's okay. Later, I will dispel grievances for you and send you to death.

…

When Luo Youheng finished writing, Song Fengchen just made two envelopes out of yellow form paper.

"Mr. Song." Luo Youheng handed the written thing to Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen took it and saw that in addition to agreeing to vindicate Zhao Xiaolan and erect a monument for the three of them, Luo Youheng also wrote that he was willing to set Luo Sizhong's bones to ashes in order to obtain Zhao Xiaolan's forgiveness.

Song Fengchen couldn't help but sighed in his heart, he looked up at Luo Youheng.

Luo Youheng's face is self-defeating, what else can he do?

Anyway, I have come to this point.

Ruthless enough!

Song Fengchen chuckled, "The writing is good."

He only saw him put the things written by himself and Luo Youheng into two envelopes, and then found a box of cinnabar, poured out a small spoon of cinnabar with water, dipped it with a brush, and drew crooked patterns on the envelope.

In the end, he picked up a pen and wrote Zhao Xiaolan's name and her birth date in the blank space of the envelope.

After doing this, Song Fengchen found a broken copper basin, first grabbed a handful of paper money and put it in, then threw the two letters on the paper money together, struck a match and lit them together.

Luo Youheng understood: "Mr. Song wants to burn these two letters to Zhao Xiaolan?

Song Fengchen nodded and said casually: "Well, other than that, I can't think of any way to find Zhao Xiaolan."

"Yes, but Zhao Xiaolan is illiterate?" Luo Youheng remembered.

Song Fengchen disagrees: "That was when she was alive."

After death, the memory of the previous ten lives will be restored. It is impossible for Zhao Xiaolan to be illiterate for the first ten lifetimes.

Luo Youheng frowned, what to do if he felt unreliable inexplicably.

At this moment, a humming sound suddenly came from the burning Zhengwang copper basin.

Luo Youheng's eyes widened, followed by a red light flashing, the fire in the copper basin was instantly annihilated, not even a trace of smoke was left.

Luo Youheng opened his mouth when he hadn't thought about it.

Then there is a long wait.

Compared with Song Fengchen's calmness, Luo Youheng and his son were in a state of trepidation, fidgeting, fearing that something might go wrong.

Luo Youheng stared at the copper basin, raised his head several times to look at Song Fengchen, but he stopped talking.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It's been almost half an hour, and his patience has reached a critical point. Finally he couldn't help but said, "Mr. Song..."

At this moment, Song Fengchen, who was leaning on the chair and closing his eyes, opened his eyes suddenly, "Here is—"

Only a puff was heard, and there was a flash of fire in the copper basin, which was fleeting.

Luo You looked at it constantly, and two obviously opened letters appeared abruptly in the originally clean copper basin. Just looking at the crooked patterns on the envelope, it was not the two letters that Song Fengchen had burned before.

Luo Youheng and his son stood up immediately.

Song Fengchen picked up the two letters and opened them, and there was an extra word thank you in the blank space he wrote. In the letter written by Luo Youheng, the letter paper turned blood red, indicating that the contract had taken effect.

Luo Youheng only felt a piece of dryness in his throat, "Song, Mr. Song?"

Song Fengchen smiled and said, "Zhao Xiaolan agreed."

"Really?" Luo Youheng couldn't help himself.

Song Fengchen nodded, and handed the blood-red letter paper back to Luo Youheng.

This was originally what he expected.

After all such good conditions are placed here, Zhao Xiaolan cannot refuse unless there is a problem in his mind.

Rather than saying that he was helping Luo Youheng's family, it would be better to say that he was helping Zhao Xiaolan.