70s rebirth daily

It rained heavily all night, and finally stopped the next morning.

The sky was blue after the rain washed away, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth.

Xu Shujian opened the door, took a deep breath, and felt refreshed.He stepped down the steps with his front foot, and with a casual glance at his back foot, he met the garden full of fruits on the right.

He couldn't help but raised his foot and walked over.

This mansion is said to be big, but it is not very big, covering an area of ​​only [-] square meters. The main building is a three-story building with twelve rooms on the ground floor, which combines Chinese and Western architectural styles.On the left of the main building is a pure western-style bungalow and a parking house, and on the right is a small garden.

Guo Bingsheng (the one whose ancestor was a wealthy businessman who studied abroad in Western countries for six years, established six or seven factories after returning to China, and is now the director of the Department of Grain and General Affairs of the Ministry of Commerce) after the accident, this mansion was nationalized , used as a public house and distributed to the workers of the machinery factory to live in, and this small garden became a vegetable garden.

Later, this mansion was given to Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian by Guo Bingsheng.

Xu Shujian was busy teaching students, practicing calligraphy, and translating documents, while Song Fengchen had no hobby of growing flowers, so the vegetable garden was left idle.

The area of ​​the small garden is quite large, about [-] square meters, less than half an acre of land.

Two days ago, Song Fengchen suddenly became interested for some reason, and spent a lot of effort to clean up the vegetable field, and got a few fruit seedlings and some vegetable seeds to plant.

Xu Shujian clearly remembered that when he came back from get off work yesterday, the vegetable field was empty except for a few half-dead fruit seedlings, not even a single weed could be seen.

But now, fruit seedlings are rising from the ground, such as winter dates, chestnuts, cherries, walnuts, grapes, mulberry trees, and a Chinese toon. The thickest trunk is almost as big as a bucket.There is no space under the big tree, and it is covered with sweet potato vines—they occupy a small half of the vegetable garden.

In the middle of the vegetable garden, the honeysuckle planted last night is in full bloom.

The other side is full of vegetables, such as tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, cowpeas, and leeks... Although the planting area is not large, the number of varieties is at least double digits.

It seems that their family will no longer need to buy vegetables.

Xu Shujian touched the grape leaves, looked away from the green and yellow cherries, and landed on the toon buds. He picked a tomato and put it under his nose to sniff. The faint fragrance greatly pleased his nerves.

"How about it, isn't it good!" Song Fengchen's voice sounded behind him.

Xu Shujian turned around, his eyes flickered, and he asked, "Did you do it last night?"

"That's right." Song Fengchen was in a better mood.

Last night, he used the three jade seals to set up an improved version of the spirit gathering array.The reason why it is said to be an improved version is that what this gathering array gathers is not the aura of heaven and earth, but the dragon aura left over from the Forbidden City—they can at least guarantee the survival of the honeysuckle for 50 years.

It is estimated that it will take two or three days for the dragon energy honeysuckle to be completely absorbed. During the period, there will definitely be some accidental dragon energy overflowing. Song Fengchen arranged this vegetable garden based on the principle of not being wasted.

"Not bad!" Xu Shujian praised sincerely.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Song Fengchen looked through Xu Shujian, landed on the big iron gate behind him, and said: "The guests are here, you go to school first, if you don't leave, you will be late."

Only then did Xu Shujian think about business, and he quickly raised his hand to look at the hands of the watch on his left wrist, "It's already 07:30."

He stuffed the tomatoes in his hand to Song Fengchen, walked out quickly, and said, "You can pick some more later, and have tomatoes mixed with sugar at noon."

"Okay." Song Fengchen reminded: "Remember to ask Teacher Zhou for a leave for me."

The first and second classes in the morning were Mr. Zhou's class, and Song Fengchen reckoned that he might not be able to keep up.

"know."

It's not He Duanfeng who came here.

"Where do you grow up and come to make your humble house flourish!"

"Fellow Daoist was joking." He Duanfeng was a little embarrassed when he thought of his reason for coming.

"What would you like to drink?" Song Fengchen asked.

"Boiled water is fine."

Song Fengchen really poured a glass of boiled water for He Duanfeng and his companion.

He Duanfeng reached out to take the water glass, took a sip, put it on the coffee table, and narrowly looked at the furnishings in the room: "Fellow Daoist, the decoration here is really nice, elegant and more stylish."

Song Fengchen wasn't in the mood to gossip with him, so he cut straight to the point and directly interrupted his polite words: "I thought why did the director come to the door last night?"

A look of unnaturalness flashed across He Duanfeng's face, and he said truthfully: "This is all the meaning of the above."

Song Fengchen believed in these words. Although He Duanfeng was a man of old-fashioned nature, he had two words of honesty in his bones, and he would not and could not care about other people's things.

Song Fengchen said bluntly: "Tell me, how much do you want."

He Duanfeng cheered up instantly, and spit out two words: "Half."

"Oh." Song Fengchen sneered.

He Duanfeng looked helplessly at his companion beside him.

Negotiations and so on really have to be professional people.

"We all understand the truth." The middle-aged man sitting next to He Duanfeng adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said frankly: "It stands to reason that Lingzhi belongs to you. It has nothing to do with the country, the country really shouldn't covet your things."

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows, probably because he didn't expect a middle-aged man to say that.

"But who made your stuff too eye-catching."

Why did the superiors order them to come to the door with a cheeky face? Wasn’t it because news about the family was spread—Old Master Cheng (Cheng Hanfei’s grandfather) ate a few honeysuckle from Song Feng, and the next day his migraine got better .

What a miraculous medicinal effect this must be.

As long as anyone in a high position is not afraid of death, especially those who survived the battlefield, which one is not covered with illnesses.If there is such a good medicine in hand, it is guaranteed that they will live for another year or a half, so can you not make them jealous!

This is the same reason as the crime of Huai Bi.

However, Song Fengchen is capable, and Changning Temple stands behind him. Counting the intricate relationship behind Changning Temple, rounding it up is equivalent to relying on the entire monk world.Throwing a mouse, there is no way to intimidate, so it can only be lured.

"We didn't take your things for nothing." The middle-aged man said in detail: "Isn't this the director of China Petroleum Corporation who will retire in a few years, and the higher-ups intend to let Comrade Xu Shidao take over."

Song Fengchen raised his brows slightly. You must know that the director of Huayou Oil in this era is equivalent to the chairman of Huayou Oil in the future. He has real power and enjoys the treatment of six-level cadres. It is only one level lower than Xu Junmin, and the same level as Zhao Chengyu.

It seems that the higher-ups went to great lengths to make him let go.

"There is also Comrade Xu Shujian and Xu. The higher-ups think that his future achievements will at least be the president of a top university in China." This is the promise given by the higher-ups.

"In addition, we are willing to pay you another 5 yuan a year, what do you think?"

Song Fengchen calmed down and said, "It's not that I can't give you something, but you guys are a bit too aggressive."

When the middle-aged man heard this, most of his heart sank.

If Song Fengchen let go, they would have a lot more room to maneuver.

"Then how much do you think you can give?"

"Twenty percent." Song Fengchen was decisive.

"Forty percent." The middle-aged man said immediately.

Song Fengchen didn't answer any more, his attitude couldn't be more obvious.

The middle-aged man's tone instantly slowed down. He dared to come here after doing enough homework: "In fact, we all know that we are the ones who take advantage of this transaction. Logically speaking, we shouldn't push forward. But there are quite a lot of elderly men up there. The [-]% share is really too little, and I'm afraid that even if you save some money, you may not be able to share it, so please be considerate and considerate!"

Song Fengchen still didn't speak, but his attitude eased a lot.

The middle-aged man immediately said: "Why don't we do this, let's take a step back and take a middle number, thirty percent, thirty percent, what do you think?"

After finishing speaking, the two looked closely at Song Fengchen.

After a while, Song Fengchen finally said, "It's not impossible."

The middle-aged man's expression lifted.

I only heard Song Fengchen continue to say: "You have to add another [-] to the cash."

"No problem." The middle-aged man smiled and readily agreed.

10 yuan is only a small amount for the country, and it is a good deal to buy health for those national treasure-level old men.