Rebirth in the 1960s, starting from Chinese medicine

Six thousand yuan, in Li Chu's opinion, this price is reasonable, although it is three thousand more expensive than Wang Jun's yard, but he doesn't need to bother him to find someone to ask for a house. It's still cheap.

After the mother-in-law's affairs are settled, there is nothing to worry about for the time being.

...

Once out of the first month, whether it is the common people or the unit, it can be regarded as completely walking out of the lazy atmosphere during the Chinese New Year.

It has just entered March in the Gregorian calendar, and this period is the time for the spring training of each unit, and there are almost non-stop meetings between the headquarters and the general manager.

He even attended three meetings one day, which exhausted him.

When the time came to early April, the weather gradually warmed up, and the streets seemed to become colorful overnight.

Bat shirts and flared pants have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Li Chu felt that he might be really old, and he really couldn't get the point of this trend, and couldn't appreciate how good this kind of dress was.

In fact, it's nothing if you can't appreciate clothes. After all, it's just that everyone's vision is different.

But what does it mean when you carry a tape recorder on the street and play those disco music while walking?

In his last life, he had only heard about it, but this time he really saw it with his own eyes, not one or two, but a group, including men and women, which is too secondary.

These people also have one thing in common, the men basically wear denim flared pants, a silver iron chain is tied around the waist, and a pair of artificial leather shoes with a strange shape on their feet.

Note that the man also needs to perm his hair a little bit, put a cigarette in his mouth, stand on the side of the road, separate his legs, put his weight on one of the legs, and shake the other one. The shoulders are slumped, and I feel that this is a kind of decadence, which shows a kind of personality.

Women have to have big waves, bangs have to be waved, and some weird makeup has to be put on their faces.

The most important thing is that speaking with a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent is a fashion according to Wang Yueyue.

For example, today is Sunday, after she came back from shopping for a long time, her speech seemed to have changed a bit, and then she was slapped on the back of the head by Ding Qiunan unceremoniously. , Just like a lady of every family.

"Chu's father, Qiu Nan's mother, I want to discuss something with you two."

"What's the matter? Don't tell me you want to have your hair permed?" Ding Qiunan, who was sewing cloth shoes for his man, raised his head and looked at his daughter-in-law warily.

"Oh, don't worry, Qiu Nan's mother, I will never perm my hair. Brother Xuan likes my hair like this the most."

Wang Yueyue's hair has always been black, long and straight, tied into a ponytail, and sometimes into a high ponytail.

"Then what are you going to say?"

"I want to ask, should I send Choubao to the nursery, let him experience the collective life, and then get in touch with other children of the same age."

"Have you discussed with Wenxuan?"

"It's been discussed, Brother Xuan agrees."

Ding Qiunan turned his head and glanced at his husband who was sitting on another single sofa reading a newspaper.

"Yueyue, you and Wenxuan are the parents of the child. His education should be the two of you to worry about. If you think this is good for the child, then just do it. But remember to tell your aunt, after all Now she is almost always taking care of the children for you during the day."

Li Chu put down the newspaper in his hand, thought for a while and said.

"Mom Qiunan, what's your opinion?"

"I have no problem, but which nursery school are you going to send to? The one in our street? Or the hospital? Or your school?"

"It's in our school. It's inconvenient to take a detour every day on the street. If it's a hospital, with Papa Chu and you there, the aunts in the nursery will inevitably make some comparisons for the children according to the parent's position.

The parents of those children may also teach their children to let us stinky treasures. I don't want my children to be brought out to be arrogant in the future. "

Don't say, Wang Yueyue's teacher has not been in vain for the past two years.

"Well, you can discuss it with Wenxuan, and go talk to your aunt."

"Okay, I'll go now."

...

"Yes, Yueyue now has her own ideas about educating children."

Hearing her husband's words, Ding Qiunan nodded: "Yes, it's a year older, and it's good to think about things carefully. Come on, lift your feet up and let me make gestures."

"It's not bad, it just fits. I'm worried that it's too small. Okay, let's put it down. What do you want for dinner? I'll make it later."

"Hey, I forgot if you didn't tell me. Yueyue said this morning that she wanted to eat hand-rolled noodles. I'm going to make noodles now." Li Chu patted his forehead and stood up.

"Then you don't care about me."

"Well, it doesn't take much trouble to roll the noodles, I'll do it."

Wang Yueyue can cook a lot of meals now, but she still can't handle this dough, and often the dough becomes a big pot.

She is the kind who can add flour when it is soft, and add water without counting when it is hard, and then keep going back and forth without knowing it.

Since several times when she went to knead the noodles and planned to roll the noodles, it ended up leaving the noodles there to wake up and steam the steamed buns the next day, this job has completely bid farewell to her.

It's not that I don't want to part with those noodles, but that there are too many steamed buns at home.

"Xiao Chu"

"Brother-in-law, I'm in the kitchen."

"I'm asking you something."

"Well, you say."

"Is the bronze ware particularly valuable?"

? ? ?

Li Chu, who was having a meeting, stopped what he was doing, and turned his head to look at Wang Ziwen who was standing at the kitchen door.

"Brother-in-law, why did you think of asking this?"

"Hey, when I was out shopping in the afternoon, I heard someone say that in the ghost market over at Panjiayao, a man sold a bronze sword for more than 50,000 yuan."

Li Chu's first reaction after hearing this was that it was fake, right?

Whoever is crazy can leak his own trading information, this kind of thing must be done secretly in private, how could it be spread, neither side will do it.

"Brother-in-law, this is a rumor, right? Even if someone actually traded that stuff, who would reveal it? Private sales of bronze wares are not allowed."

"Uh... what if the person who sold it said he didn't know it was a cultural relic?"

"That's fine. If you don't know it's a cultural relic and dare to call it a cultural relic, isn't that a fraud, more than 50,000? Hehe, this amount is enough for him to stay in prison."

"According to what you said, regardless of whether this bronze ware is a first-class cultural relic, it cannot be bought or sold?"

"That's right, if you really get this kind of treasure, you can either hand it in, and the country can give you some rewards, or you can keep it for yourself to appreciate."