The beauty of the 1970s

Chapter 16-20

　　Chapter 16

　　"Shu Lan, come here and take a look. Lao Huang's fever seems to be getting worse?"

　　Wen Shulan came over, touched Lao Huang's forehead, took the cloth on his head and wet it with water.

　　Looking at the surrounding environment and looking at Lao Huang who was burned unconscious, they only felt sad in their hearts.

　　They were people who were sent down to the countryside for reform in earlier years. The team called them monsters and demons, and usually the members wanted to stay away from them. Today, Old Huang was unlucky and was pushed by someone.

　　What they do is the hardest and most tiring work. Actually, if you think about it, this brigade is not bad. The brigade next door still has people who are often pulled out to parade in the streets. The captain of their brigade said that the work in the fields is important, so they should be taken out of the brigade. Make arrangements to go to work.

　　"When will this day end?"

　　There wasn't even a decent bed in the cowshed. The place where they slept was made of hay. It was extremely cold in winter and there were many mosquitoes in summer.

　　In fact, compared to them, Lao Huang was even more pitiful. He was reported by his own son. In front of everyone, the boy beat Lao Huang until his face was covered with blood and severed the relationship in public.

　　They were sent all the way down here, and Lao Huang was in a very depressed mood.

　　The injury on his forehead was also left from that time.

　　It's impossible for two people not to sleep. After all, they have to work during the day. People like them are not qualified to rest.

　　After some discussion, the two of them took turns guarding Lao Huang. Even if he really couldn't survive the night, they would still guard him for the last night.

　　In the middle of the night, the person lying down suddenly opened his eyes.

　　It was dark all around, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I moved slightly, and the back of my head hurt terribly.

　　A memory flooded into his mind, and Master Chongyin felt his head hurt.

　　He looked at those inexplicable memories and felt a little at a loss.

　　He was clearly just being dragged by his second disciple to see the newly produced elixir, so how come he had someone else's memory?

　　That evil disciple blew up the alchemy furnace again. He had to teach him a lesson this time. He made the Ten Thousand Beasts Peak a mess all day long.

　　Now, when everyone sees black smoke coming out of the Ten Thousand Beasts Peak, they know that the evil disciple's alchemy furnace has exploded.

　　But who did that memory belong to, how did it come to his mind so well, and why were they dressed so strangely?

　　Zhongyin Zhenren reached out and rubbed his forehead, but found that the touch felt wrong.

　　Why is his hair so short?

　　That little brat actually blew up all his hair.

　　"Zheng Erniu!" Master Chongyin shouted with gritted teeth.

　　"Old Huang, are you awake?" Song Zhengde heard Lao Huang's voice, reached out and took off the wet cloth from his forehead, touched his forehead and found that there was no fever anymore.