70s rebirth daily

At the beginning of April, Xu Shujian received a letter of appointment from Jingcheng University, hiring him as a Russian lecturer in the Department of Foreign Languages. Jingcheng University gave him a higher education level of 7, with a monthly salary of 133 yuan and 5 cents, which is comparable to that of administrative level 15.

In addition, he can also receive an additional 8 yuan subsidy from the state every month, as well as half a stick of Zhonghua cigarettes, a catty of rapeseed oil, and three catties of pork benefits distributed to ordinary lecturers by Beijing University.

In this regard, Xu Junmin specially sent a brand new Phoenix bicycle as a congratulatory gift to Xu Shujian.

Two days later, Xu Shujian went to Capital University to report and officially lived a nine-to-five life. Xu Junmin and Zhao Chengyu also went to the south to investigate the case in the next two days. The house was suddenly empty and only Song Fengchen was left alone.

Song Fengchen wasn't idle either, after all, he had agreed to turn the next room into a study.It's just that he didn't expect that he would encounter trouble in buying the cabinet.

These days, buying new furniture is based on a marriage certificate and queues up for supply.There are not many carpenters in the factory, but there are a lot of people who get married every day, which leads to a situation where the supply of new furniture exceeds the demand.

When Song Fengchen learned that if he wanted to buy a new piece of furniture, he would have to queue up at the gate of the wood factory for a day and a night, Song Fengchen was instantly disappointed.

There are no more cabinets to buy, Song Fengchen thought about it, anyway, he is idle now, so he might as well do it himself.

After making up his mind, Song Fengchen went to the timber factory, spent 20 yuan to buy ten timber purchase certificates with a denomination of one cubic meter from the factory employees, and then went to the timber market excitedly.

Here, Song Fengchen saw a warehouse full of Hainan huanghuali—the wild old material, more than 300 years old, with clear texture and flowing water.

According to the quotations of the timber market staff, the most common price of camphor wood on the market is 12 yuan per hundred catties, while pine wood is slightly more expensive at 15 yuan and twenty cents per hundred catties.Huanghua pear is more expensive, [-] cents a catty, and the density of huanghuali is relatively high, more than eight times that of camphor wood. A cubic huanghuali is at least [-] catties.

Thinking that later generations would casually buy a pair of huanghuali bracelets worth thousands of dollars, Song Fengchen said in a low voice, "Then what is the most expensive wood here?"

The staff took a look at Song Fengchen, led him to the innermost part of the warehouse, pointed to the hill-like red sandalwood and said, "No, this one, small-leaf red sandalwood, costs two cents a catty, and this is heavier than huanghuali. One cubic meter is [-] jin."

Song Fengchen silently calculated an account in his heart: "One cubic huanghuali costs 160 yuan, and one cubic meter of small-leaf red sandalwood costs 500 yuan."

For ordinary people, this is definitely something they only dare to look up to, but for Song Fengchen, this price is only a little bit higher than the price of cabbage.

It's impossible not to be moved.

However, Song Fengchen also had a question in his mind: "Theoretically speaking, these two kinds of wood are so good, why do you pile up so much here?"

The staff told the truth: "There is no way, ordinary people can't afford this thing, and ordinary people dare not use it, after all—" He lowered his voice: "You know how noisy it was a few years ago."

Song Fengchen understood, the more he thought about it, the more itchy he became.

Or, simply change all the furniture in the house?

First, he has no shortage of money.

Secondly, mahogany furniture is both beautiful and value-added, so why not do it.

Song Fengchen convinced himself, he took out the ten wood purchase certificates in his pocket, took them into the hands of the staff, and said decisively: "Give me ten cubic meters of red sandalwood first, and I will give you the ticket first, and I will go back to get the money. "

The staff stared. He had heard so many questions from Song Fengchen, and subconsciously thought that he might buy some. He never expected that the other party was so rich and powerful, and he asked for ten cubic meters.

Ten cubic?

5000 yuan.

He can't earn so much for nine years, no, ten years without eating or drinking.

Before the staff came back to their senses, Song Fengchen continued: "However, the premise is that you have to help me hide this matter, and don't let irrelevant people know."

The main purpose of doing this is to avoid some unnecessary troubles, after all, these years are not truly peaceful.

"No problem." The staff readily agreed. At worst, they would break up the list into five or six copies and put them on the large wood factories along the coast in the south. Anyway, there is so much water flowing here every day, how can ordinary people be full? Stay tuned to check this out.

The most important thing is that it is not an exaggeration to say that he has made a great contribution by selling so much overstocked timber at once. indefinite……

Thinking of this, he could hardly close his mouth from ear to ear.

Because of this, in the following weighing work, he very cooperatively helped Song Fengchen give the last change of one yuan and six cents, and enthusiastically helped him order two bullock carts.

In this way, I went back and forth five or six times, and finally transported all the wood I bought back to the [-]-square-meter single room allocated to Xu Shujian by Beijing University before nightfall.

They originally planned to rent out this single room, but now it seems that they don't need it.

After finishing these, Song Fengchen hummed a little tune and went home.

When Xu Shidao came to the door, Song Fengchen was polishing the finished coffee table.

"Dad, why are you here?" Song Fengchen put down the tools in his hand and straightened his waist.

"You—" Xu Shidao frowned, glanced at him, and stopped talking.

Song Fengchen patted the sawdust on his hands, picked up a clean stool, and sent it to him: "Sit down, Dad."

"No need." Xu Shi said a little unnaturally, but he still said: "Listen to Shu Jian, you are proficient in profound arts."

"Almost." Song Fengchen asked, "Why?"

Xu Shi said with a deep breath: "I have a friend who has some health problems, and I want you to go and see him."

"Okay." Song Fengchen nodded.

Father-in-law opened his mouth, how dare he refuse.

It's just that Xu Shidao's friend was only two or three years older than Xu Shujian, and she was also a woman.

Facing the worried look in Xu Shidao's eyes, Song Fengchen was thoughtful.

"Nephew Song Xian?" Du Cunzhi looked nervous.

Song Fengchen came back to his senses, and cast his eyes on Du Baoli, who was lying on the bed as thin as a stick, with weak breathing, to be precise, it fell on the cloud of ghostly energy around her neck.

He frowned slightly: "The reason why she can't afford to be ill is indeed because of evil spirits."

"Sure enough!" Although he had already made psychological preparations, Du Cunzhi couldn't help but change his expression when he learned that the truth was exactly as they had guessed.

It was Xu Shidao who came back to his senses first, and he asked repeatedly: "Then Fengchen, what do you think should be done about this matter?"

Hearing what he said, all the Du family present looked at Song Fengchen nervously.

"The person who tied the bell is needed to untie the bell. The intention of that evil spirit is very obvious, it just wants Miss Du's life." Song Fengchen asked: "Has Miss Du offended anyone on weekdays?"

Du Baoli shook her head with a pale face.

Du Cunzhi said with great certainty: "Baoli has a relatively introverted personality and is not very sociable at ordinary times. It is impossible to say that she has offended anyone."

"Or did the Du family offend someone before?" Song Fengchen asked again, it's impossible that the evil ghost came to Du Baoli for no reason!

Du Cunzhi was a little hesitant: "I really can't say for sure, my Du family has developed to this day, and I have offended many people..."

Song Fengchen frowned slightly, it seemed impossible to find any clues from the Du family.

He continued to ask: "Miss Du, can you tell me the ins and outs of the matter in detail."

"Okay." Du Baoli managed to pull herself together, "That happened half a month ago. I had a nightmare that night. I dreamed that I was lying in a coffin..."

The coffin was small and the surroundings were very quiet, she could even hear her own heartbeat clearly.After she was terrified, she bravely tried to push the coffin lid on top of her head. The moment her hands touched the coffin lid, the space seemed to be distorted for a moment, and the coffin lid flew out immediately.

Before she could react, a pulling force dragged her out of the coffin.

When you look at it again, it seems that the world has changed.

She was in the midst of the busy city, with the sound of suona, gongs and drums beside her ears. A procession to greet the bride was slowly marching on the street. The groom sat on a tall horse, clasping his hands and fists around from time to time. Behind him was a sedan chair, and behind him Following one dowry after another, looking from a distance, there is no end in sight.

Just as she was trying to see the appearance of the groom clearly, the flow of people suddenly surged, and when she staggered and stood still, she realized that the scene in front of her had changed again.

Amidst the roar of laughter from the crowd, the groom carried the bride on his back across the brazier and entered a grand and magnificent courtyard.

The scene changed again, with the Lisheng chanting one bow to heaven and earth, two bows to the high hall, husband and wife bowed to each other, and sent to the bridal chamber, the atmosphere reached a climax. She looked at such a lively scene with a dazed expression on her face.

Afterwards, the wedding was over, the crowd dispersed, and the sound of the bride and groom's sweetness could be heard in their ears. She was imprisoned in the courtyard, unable to move.

Just when she was exhausted physically and mentally, the noise in the room stopped, the door opened, and a skeleton in a wedding dress came out of the room.

Frightened, the skeleton circled around her twice, then said with a sneer: "I thought you were so holy, but now it seems that it's nothing more than that!"

"You, who are you, what do you want to do?" Du Baoli tried to calm down.

The skeleton sneered again, and the voice suddenly became gloomy: "What do I want to do? Of course I want to kill you—"

As soon as the words fell, she stretched out her hands, revealing her long black nails, and wanted to grab her neck.

At this moment, there was a roar in the void, followed by a huge claw that descended from the sky, and amidst the screams of the skeleton, it slapped her in pieces.

"Then I woke up, and the black cat I picked up from the road was lying on my chest...After the shock, I just thought I was having a nightmare."

"Until the next night, I had that dream again, and the black cat saved me again..."

"And then?" Song Fengchen asked.

Du Baoli's face was pale, "On the third day, the black cat disappeared. I didn't dream anymore. I just vaguely heard someone telling me to see who can save me this time... After that, I fell ill."

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door, followed by a young man pushing the door open.

Song Fengchen looked up, only to see a bloody black cat lying on the young man's neck with a fierce look in his eyes.