Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

Looking at the people coming and going in Donglai's courtyard, it is even more lively than Wang Mu's house.

Wang Tao was confused. When the sky gradually darkened, Wang Tao hurriedly followed a young daughter-in-law who was about to go home.

"Sister Zhou!"

"Ouch!"

Zhou Xue is one of the two newly recruited young wives, and she also knows Wang Tao.

She stared at Wang Tao with a look of shock and anger.

"Wang Tao, you scared me to death. You are a cat. How come you don't make any sound when you walk?"

"I'm sorry, Sister Zhou, I didn't mean to do it."

Wang Tao was a bit handsome, and as an educated youth, Zhou Xue didn't care too much.

"Sister Zhou, I see you have been in and out of Donglai's house these two days. What are you busy with?"

"What else can we do? Make money. Can we still expect that damn guy from my family to make money?"

Zhou Xue didn't hide it, told her about working for Wang Muzhi, and took out a few lip balms to show to Wang Tao. Their internal employees would get a [-]% discount on these purchases, so they naturally liked it very much.

"Sister Zhou, can you sell me one?"

The sky was a little dark, and Zhou Xue didn't see Wang Tao's shining eyes at all.

"Why do you, a grown man, want this thing? Could it be..."

Zhou Xue looked at Wang Tao teasingly, and Wang Tao nodded with an embarrassed look, which instantly made Zhou Xue's gossip heart burn brightly.

"Tell me quickly, which girl do you like? I'll help you tell her."

"Sister, if you haven't even written your horoscope yet, just sell me one. Now that it's done, I'll treat you to some wedding candy!"

"We are all from the village, so why are you going out to see others? I'll give you one. It's not expensive anyway, so I'll support you in finding a partner!"

The people in the village are simple and honest.

Although Wang Tao was beaten up by Wang Muzhi last time and lost face,

But after all, he was not notorious for murder and arson, so the villagers were still willing to give Wang Tao the greatest kindness.

Wang Tao took it over happily, then leaned on the wall and looked at all the raw materials in the yard, knowing it clearly.

Walking on the way home, I felt proud.

Humph,

I thought it was some kind of rarity,

If you, Wang Muzhi, can make this kind of thing, I, Wang Tao, can still make it!

And I can do it better than you!

It really does n’t work.

I'm going to report you for speculating and raking in the wool of socialism!

Even if you are not imprisoned for three to five years, at least your Wang Muzhi's financial path will be cut off. Without money, I see how you can fawn over Li Enhui!

The bad guys are not scary, but the bad guys are educated.

Even though Wang Tao has some problems with his character, after a few days, through insinuations with his wife and leaning on the wall to peek, he really figured out some tricks, and he also made some similar tricks in the field. Lip balm stuff.

Although the quality is extremely poor, it is still done.

Looking at the counterfeit lipstick in his hand, a sinister plan gradually took shape in his mind.

……

Wang Muzhi didn't know that he was being plotted. After practicing driving with Li Enhui, he went straight to the village chief Gao Dashan's home carrying cigarettes and wine.

But who would have expected that he had just walked in?

The strong smell of alcohol made him cough.

He took several deep breaths before he stabilized himself. He approached full of doubts and his expression became a little solemn.

What happened to Uncle Dashan?

The village chief was lying on the kang at home, and many people had gathered in the house.

Hearing the sound of coughing, the family members noticed Wang Muzhi.

Gao Dashan's wife, Aunt Xiuli, stepped forward to greet her in a low voice.

"Muzhi is here, find a place to sit by yourself, your Uncle Dashan is sick."

"Auntie, you don't have to worry about me, I'll do it myself."

Wang Muzhi quickly waved his hand.

Gao Dashan is a fair man, and as a retired veteran, he is quite prestigious and respected in the village.

I'm sick this time,

The room was packed with people who came.

Everyone looked nervously at the village doctor who took Gao Dashan's temperature.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit dull, and Wang Muzhi also joined in.

I saw the tall mountains that were so full of energy just a few days ago.

At this time, his face turned sallow,

chapped lips,

It looks like he drank some medicine and fell asleep temporarily.

But even so,

He still frowned,

His lips opened and closed, not knowing what to say.

Wang Muzhi's heart sank.

Gao Dashan won't have any terminal illness, right? What happened to the village chief in his previous life?

"Old Feng, what's going on with Dashan's illness?"

Meng Dezhu, captain of the production team, asked in a low voice.

Although Feng Jun has been a doctor in the village for more than ten years,

There was also some hesitation at this time.

I looked at the temperature,

Then he touched Gao Dashan’s wrists and ankles,

He didn't say anything for a long time, he just kept frowning, which made everyone panic.

"Old Feng, what's going on? You're totally pissed off!"

Feng Jun frowned.

"We don't understand. The village chief is suffering from a simple cold and fever, but I've already given him anti-fever injections and anti-pyretics, so why doesn't it work at all?"

Obviously this matter has touched upon his intellectual blind spot.

"Old Feng, in addition to having a low fever, our family has

I haven't been able to sleep for the past three or five days.

He also said that he could always hear the sound of machine guns and cannons outside. Several times he thought the Japanese were coming again, so he grabbed a kitchen knife and rushed out to fight for his life! "

"Even if I drink medicine, I can only sleep for a while."

Aunt Xiuli started wiping tears as she spoke. The couple had a very good relationship.

"Tell me what's going on. How about I go find a goddess to show you what's going on? Don't let me follow you with something unclean!"

Everyone in the village will have this idea.

Once it cannot be cured, you will suspect that there is something dirty behind it.

"Yes, why don't you go and take a look? There must be a kid haunting Dashan."

"Do you think it's because Dashan killed too many people on the battlefield and is now suffering retribution?"

"It's not good either."

"fart!"

Just as everyone was talking about it, an angry shout directly silenced everyone.

It's a tall mountain.

He sat up in an instant, lit a cigarette and slowly looked at everyone. An invisible pressure instantly fell on them, and no one dared to speak again.

"What kind of retribution is this? It's all nonsense. What I killed back then was a stupid little devil. If his spirit still dares to come, I will kill him again and turn against him!"

"Gao Dashan, you've always been so stubborn!"

Aunt Xiuli said in a tearful voice: "Then tell me, what happened to you these days?"

"It's all old problems, it's no big deal, just go back to it!"

Gao Dashan took a few puffs of cigarette and said, but it was obvious that no one moved.

He became even more angry!

"You don't believe it, right? So, Old Feng, what kind of disease did Gao Dashan have, and how should I treat it?"

Feng Jun blushed and shook his head slightly.

"Look, even Lao Feng doesn't know, and you guys don't understand even more. It's normal for people to get sick after eating whole grains. Just go back."

"I know!"

Suddenly, Wang Muzhi roared and squeezed forward.

"Uncle Dashan, I know what disease you have."

"Go, go, go home and play by yourself. Do you understand that this is a matter of life and death? Then you still want to give the village chief my laxatives?"

Feng Jun was a little surprised at first, but when he saw that it was Wang Mu, he immediately waved his hand and didn't give him a good look.

This kid has never been a doctor for a day. He even stole his own laxatives and fed them to donkeys last year, almost killing the donkeys in the production team. Now he comes out and says that he knows. Only the devil will believe him!

"Yes, yes, don't cause trouble."

"Hurry up and play with your educated youth partner, don't come up with bad ideas here."

"If you could know what's wrong with the village chief, I, the village doctor, might as well kill him with a piece of tofu."

Feng Jun said angrily.

He has been practicing medicine in the village for decades and has treated countless patients.He felt that Wang Muzhi was just bragging.

There must be something to ask the village chief for, but this disease cannot be treated carelessly. If it is not cured, people will die!

Unexpectedly, Wang Muzhi squeezed through the crowd to the village chief's bedside and looked at the village doctor Feng Jun seriously.

"Uncle Feng, I'm not kidding you. Uncle Dashan suffers from a disease called 'postwar traumatic syndrome', also known as ptsd."

"What the hell?"

Feng Jun had never heard of it.