Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Unable to let out two complaints, Song Fengchen raised his head, his nose bulged, and the stale air in his chest disappeared. He turned his head, looked at Chen Bingwen, who was still neatly dressed, and subconsciously patted the crease on his suit, and said helplessly: "Mr. Chen is a joke."

"Where," Chen Bingwen waved his hand, "The first time I flew on the plane, I was far more embarrassed than Mr. Song you are now. I was not only vomiting in the dark, but when I got off the plane, I was all bodyguards. Memorize it."

While talking, the two of them walked along the flow of people to the exit of the plane.

After passing the turnstile, I saw a group of people trotting up from a distance, headed by a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties.

"Chen Sheng, I'm waiting for you!" The man spoke in dry Mandarin, and shook hands with Chen Bingwen, but his eyes fell on Song Fengchen.

"Zhong Sheng, I didn't expect you to come to pick us up in person." Chen Bingwen retracted his hand and immediately pointed to Song Fengchen and said to the middle-aged man: "Zhong Sheng, I will introduce you to him. This is Mr. Song Fengchen Song. My family's business is Please help him to solve it."

After speaking, Chen Bingwen turned and looked at Song Fengchen, "Mr. Song, this is Mr. Zhong Zan and Yu Zhong, who is also the current head of the Zhong family."

Zhong Zanyu immediately stretched out his right hand with a humble expression and a little excited expression: "Master Song, I will trouble you to travel all the way to Hong Kong. The Zhong family is really grateful."

"Mr. Zhong." With a decent smile on his face, Song Fengchen reached out and shook his hand, but his eyes fell on the gentleman's hat buttoned on top of his head.

Noting Song Fengchen’s sight, Zhong Zanyu’s face was even more excited. He probably smelled the smell of Song Fengchen and the two of them. He immediately suggested: “Why don’t I send a few people to the hotel first, and wait for a break before going. my home."

Chen Bingwen looked sideways at Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen nodded slightly: "Also."

When the two got on the car, Zhong Zanyu directly took the passenger seat, and then said to the driver: "The Peninsula Hotel."

"Okay, sir." The driver nodded and responded, hitting the steering wheel, and the car slowly drove out of the parking lot.

The Hong Kong city in the late 1970s had completed its first economic transformation, and it was the time when industry and commerce developed rapidly. Thanks to the advantages of the free trade system, the people of Hong Kong and the city are much more moisturized than ordinary people on the mainland.

Just like in the mainland, the monthly salary of the vice president of the country is 581 yuan, while in Hong Kong, for example, ordinary hotel attendants, they can get a minimum salary of 600 yuan for a month. This does not include tips received in ordinary times.

Of course, wage income and price levels are completely different things. However, compared to the planned supply, the shortage of materials, the hard life without money, the mainland where money does not necessarily have a place to make a living, the Hong Kong market, where the commodity economy is still prosperous, has instantly become a paradise-like existence.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, well-arranged display windows, and a dazzling array of products; the streets are full of people and traffic.

Only compared to the freshness brought to Song Fengchen by the highly chronological Dongxian county town, the first impression of the seemingly prosperous Hong Kong city blocks at the moment is as if he was back in the early twentieth century. Someone along the coast was not bad A wealthy small county town.

It's not a surprise.

But he didn't know that his indifferent, unpredictable appearance fell into Zhong Zanyu's eyes, but he became a pronoun for veteran and respectfulness.

At this point, Zhong Zanyu couldn't help but stared at Song Fengchen again.

At the Peninsula Hotel, Zhong Zanyu helped open the room.

Climbing out of the bathtub, Song Fengchen suddenly felt that his whole person was alive.

At the invitation of Zhong Zanyu, I had afternoon tea. After some conversation, Song Fengchen also had a general understanding of the Zhong family.

The Zhong family's ancestral home is in the province, and has been fishing for generations. By the generation of Zhong Zanyu's father, Zhong Mengshen, the Qing Dynasty would be gone. In order to avoid the war, Zhong Mengshen took his family and fled to Hong Kong. It is said that when his family was the poorest, the family was hungry for three days. Zhong Zanyu's grandfather starved to death at that time.

Fortunately, Zhong Mengshen still has some brains. He started from the dock coolies and saved a lot of savings by eating frugally. Then with the support of his wife, he started as a trader who walked through the streets with the support of his wife. The business was surprisingly good. In less than two years, he changed shotguns, traded a shop, and became the boss.

It was at this time that his wife, who had always been loyal to him, became ill because of overwork, and the medicine and stones had no medical treatment. The immortal went away, leaving only a daughter who was under five years old.

Three years later, Zhong Mengshen's business has grown bigger and bigger, but the elderly and children in the family have no one to take care of. With the help of a good friend, he married the eldest daughter of the town police chief as a continuation. Because the lady in the chief's house was a widow, she was not a high climber at that time.

It's just that he didn't expect that a few years later, his old father-in-law won the eyes of foreigners who didn't know what to do, and he became a member of the government parliament.

Later, his old father-in-law looked at the timing and stuffed his brother-in-law into the customs.

Before his old father-in-law retired, his brother-in-law had already taken the position of customs chief.

It was through his Yue family's shareholder style that the current Zhong family was born.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Bingwen found Zhong's family as a partner.

After drinking the afternoon tea, under the leadership of Zhong Zanyu, the group went straight to Zhong's house.

At this time, Zhong Zanyu didn't want to hide anything, so he led Song Fengchen to his father's bed.

"This is Master Song, I will welcome you if you have missed it, I hope you will forgive me." Zhong Mengshen, with a sick face, sat up with the support of his wife Jia Yan.

Zhong Zanyu took a deep breath, as if plucked up courage, he took two steps forward and reached out to untie the gauze on Zhong Mengshen's head.

Song Fengchen followed along. Following Zhong Zanyu's movements, all the gauze on Zhong Mengshen's forehead fell, revealing a palm-sized sarcoma on the top of his head.

Probably after seeing the light, the sarcoma slowly twisted and formed a rough outline.

After another ten seconds, the outline of the sarcoma became clearer and clearer, like a human face.

Song Fengchen took a fixed look, the closed eyes of the man's face suddenly opened, he looked around, his eyes fell on Zhong's family, and he didn't smile.

Song Fengchen retracted his gaze, Zhong Zanyu hurriedly re-wrapped the gauze.

Song Fengchen calmly said, "So what the **** did your family do to force an old ghost who has been reincarnated twice, and toss you with the consequences of yin moral damage?"

"It's all my fault." It was Zhong Mengshen who was speaking. He gave a bitter smile, panting, and said, "It has to be more than sixty years ago..."

Sixty-three years ago, Zhong Mengshen fled to Hong Kong with his family. The days at that time were really tough. I had a last meal without a second meal. I wore ragged clothes and rags picked up in the garbage dump. I lived in a leaky slum. Looking back now, Zhong Mengshen didn’t even think about it. Know how I came alive.

Later, under the introduction of an acquaintance, he entered the dock to do coolies. By chance, he heard the foreman talk about the history of this pier.

It is said that it was the last year of Guangxu. A local squire invited Mr. Feng Shui to find a place in advance for his living father. At that time, the wealthy people were like this. They believed that burying their parents in the feng shui treasure land would bless the family's prosperity and wealth.

Because a good terrain is not so easy to obtain, it is necessary for Feng Shui to survey everywhere.

In this way, after two years, the Feng Shui gentleman finally found a treasured place of Feng Shui. He repeatedly told the squire that after his father died, he must choose to bury him at Chenshi. When the gongs and drums sound, a lotus flower will bloom in the ground. When the lotus is in full bloom, the coffin will be buried immediately without any delay. Otherwise, when the lotus flower is defeated, the vitality of this feng shui place will disappear.

The squire was convinced of this, but his son was a curious master, and couldn't help but wonder whether lotus flowers could grow in the gravel ground?

So he secretly found a few people to beat the gongs and drums at the hour of the hour. Unexpectedly, when the gongs and drums sounded, a puff of blue smoke appeared in the gravel ground, and then the blue smoke gradually dispersed, and a flower bud slowly emerged from the ground. Seeing the flower buds blooming slowly, in a short while, a bowl-sized lotus appeared in front of him, but unfortunately there was no coffin to cast it. After another while, the lotus gradually lost.

After the squire heard the news, he beat his chest and his feet, gave his son a severe lesson, and hurriedly asked someone to invite Mr. Feng Shui back.

Mr. Feng Shui thought before and after, just saying that it is not an unrecoverable opportunity, but a little price has to be paid.

How dare the squire refuse to agree.

Mr. Feng Shui mentioned that he could build a wharf on this feng shui treasure land, and then he would arrange a formation to gather people to inspire anger, and keep lotus flowers in this place again.

So the squire emptied most of his family and built this pier.

However, the foreman said again that the story is not credible. If this feng shui treasure is true, how come after the death of the squire’s father, his family was hit by sea bandits, a large family of dozens of people, and no one survived. Down.

After others listened to this, it probably really passed as a story with a smile, but it was no less than a bolt from the blue when it fell into Zhong Mengshen's ears.

A few days ago, when he helped his old friend clean up the Houshan garbage dump, he just found a tombstone with exquisite carvings.

He asked the foreman's squire's surname, and he really matched it.

Zhong Mengshen felt that he was probably devilish.

When he came back to his senses, he had already gone to the garbage dump, dug up other people's graves, and put his father's ashes in it.

After that, his life suddenly went smoothly.