Reversing life starts with saving the most beautiful educated youth

Yang Songwen's family entered the compound of the Cultural Bureau and went into the house.

All kinds of things, big and small, were unloaded from the tractor and then placed in the house.

Things were scarce these days, and even after everything was put away, the house still felt relatively empty.

On an eight-immortals table, there were two enamel pots and a thermos with a bamboo shell.

As for glass cups, there were none.

On the walls, there were portraits of great men and some newspapers.

Several bedrooms were filled with worn-out quilts.

And in the kitchen, there were some broken bowls and chopsticks.

This is the case in every household, and it has become the norm. No one would throw away bowls and casseroles that had a corner knocked off.

That's a waste of money, not a way to live.

Zhang Guifen is someone who knows how to live.

After moving everything, Zhang Guifen led her son and daughter to roll up their sleeves and cook! After a while, the aroma of cooking wafted out of the yard.

Many people from the Cultural Bureau came back from work, passed by the yard, smelled the fragrance, and immediately came to inquire.

"What a delicious smell, who is cooking?"

"Wasn't this small room originally empty? How come there's a new person here? I haven't heard that our Cultural Bureau is recruiting new people!"

"Shh... I heard a parachute suddenly dropped in from the sky!"

"What’s the origin?"

"I heard he is a relative of the county magistrate?"

"Is it really... that amazing?"

"It's most likely true, otherwise he wouldn't have been parachuted in so quickly and assigned this small courtyard, which is where the leaders of the bureau live!"

……

Some people shook their heads, sighed and left, while some people showed an expectant look.

The relatives of the county magistrate came to the Cultural Bureau, so it is possible to curry favor with them, and such a relationship may be useful in the future. In the small courtyard, the door of the living room was open.

The dim light was projected into the small courtyard.

Looking along the light, in the living room, Yang Songwen's family set up an eight-immortal table, on which were plates, casseroles and various stir-fried dishes. The hot white steam was lingering, and the family was eating happily.

There were five people in total.

Zhang Guifen, Yang Chuanwu, Yang Songwen, Jiang Youwei and the clever little Yang Yaomei.

Yang Yaomei was the most lively and had a loud voice. She snatched the chicken soup in the pot with Yang Songwen!

Yang Chuanwu watched with a smile, picked up the small wine glass on the table, took a sip of rice wine, making a sizzling sound, and enjoyed it very much.

"Second brother, do you want to pour some?" Yang Chuanwu urged.

"Forget it, I won't drink it!"

Yang Songwen shook his head. Yang Songwen didn't want to drink this kind of rice wine at all. Unless it was Maotai, Yang Songwen didn't want to drink any more, beer, rice wine, yellow wine, white wine, as long as he could avoid it, he wouldn't drink it!

This was a habit he developed from quitting drinking in the last few years before his rebirth!

In his previous life, Yang Songwen had been an out-and-out alcoholic for a long time, because he had experienced too many regrets and sad things, and he could only drink to relieve his sorrow. Unexpectedly, he became an alcoholic!

Several times, Yang Songwen drank and got liver poisoning and gastric bleeding!

In the end, he quit drinking after learning from the pain.

After returning to Kaoshantun, Yang Songwen didn't touch alcohol at all.

At first, Zhang Guifen and Yang Chuanwu were also shocked. You know, Yang Songwen could still drink before. Although he was not very old, he had been drinking for two or three years.

"Second brother, you have changed. Do you really not drink anymore?"Yang Chuanwu admired him very much. It was impossible to ask him to stop drinking.

"Quit drinking!"

Yang Songwen waved his hand:"Alcohol can easily slow down my thinking. I must quit drinking so that I can stay awake at all times so that I can study and write!"

Yang Songwen glanced at Yang Chuanwu:"Brother, you work hard, you can drink a little to relieve fatigue, but there must be a limit, you can't exceed it, otherwise it will be very harmful to your health!"

"I definitely won't drink too much, just two small cups, one cup is four qian, two cups is less than one liang, you all know my alcohol tolerance, my face won't even turn red after drinking a jin of wine!"

Yang Chuanwu boasted.

In fact, it was just rice wine, if he was given strong liquor, he would get drunk quickly.

Zhang Guifen took a pot of rice wine from under the table and put it behind him.

Yang Chuanwu looked at it and smiled awkwardly.

Zhang Guifen was proud and said with a smile:"I can't control you in the future, but as long as you are here, I can only let you drink two cups, no more!"

"I know, mother!"Yang Chuanwu was also convinced.

He is now a city dweller who has a house in the textile factory. He lives alone and can drink a little wine if he wants. No one cares.

Zhang Guifen was quite satisfied. She took a bite of the dish and looked up at the light bulb in the room. Seeing the dim light from the light bulb, she felt like she was dreaming.

"It’s great! The houses in the city are different. They all have electric lights. We no longer have to light kerosene lamps. I heard that lighting kerosene lamps too much will damage our eyes!"

"Of course not!"

Yang Chuanwu became interested:"I also have light bulbs there, very bright, but it's different in the city. I heard that many units have turned on electric lights, all of which are this kind of transparent light bulbs!"

Yang Songwen was speechless.

The light bulbs at home are the old-fashioned ones with tungsten filaments. After being powered on, they emit a dim light.

The color of tungsten filaments is golden red, which has been eliminated in later generations.

The lights in later generations are all energy-saving lamps, and some are even LED.

People of this era would never dare to imagine many things in later generations.

I won't give them popular science, let them experience the full happiness for a mere dim light bulb.

Yang Songwen's thoughts drifted away.

Zhang Guifen suddenly said:"Second brother, the kids from the Xie family and the Deng family came to trouble us just now. Although they were beaten away, will they come again?"

"In all likelihood, he will come back!" Yang Songwen nodded. He knew the morals of Xie Cheng and Deng Tianxing too well. If he didn't take revenge, he would not wait for revenge. However, if he was beaten badly, he would kneel down and beg for mercy without hesitation.

This was a typical example of a good man who would not suffer a loss in front of him, but would call for revenge as soon as he turned around.

This kind of thing happened too many times to Deng Tianxing in his previous life.

"I guess Deng Tianxing will find someone to beat us up in a little while!" Yang Songwen said confidently

"Then I won't go back tonight. I will wait for these brats here. I want to see if there is still law in this county!"

Yang Chuanwu drank two glasses of wine and his temper became worse.

Yang Songwen suddenly moved his ears and said,"Here they come!"

"What's coming?"Yang Chuanwu was a little confused.

"They are here. I forgot to mention that Deng Tianxing has a group of thugs under him, just like Diao Laoer in our village!"

Yang Songwen smiled.

Yang Chuanwu was stunned, and then horrified.

Zhang Guifen and Jiang Youwei were shocked:"What should we do? How come there are still bullies in the county? This is the Cultural Bureau, how can we allow bullies to be so arrogant?"

"Who says it isn't true?" Yang Songwen shrugged,"But if others really come, there's nothing we can do!"

Yang Yaomei didn't mind the trouble and raised her little fist and shouted,"Beat them if they come. Second brother is the best. Even Diao Laoer was beaten down. If any bully comes, we'll beat him down!""

"It is still the youngest sister who has good vision and believes in your second brother!" Yang Songwen rubbed Yang Xiaomei's head.

"That's right, second brother, can you protect us?" Yang Yaomei said with a smile

"Of course!"

Yang Songwen put down his chopsticks and walked to the door.

The door was kicked open, and Xie Cheng and Deng Tianxing walked in with a group of vicious thugs holding sticks.