Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

The yellow halo of the flashlight could only illuminate a short distance, and the father and his two sons made their way forward in the darkness, one foot deep and the other shallow.

A cold wind blew, and Chen Mo shivered.

Drink a bottle of baijiu? How could Chen Mo possibly do something like that!

Excessive consumption of high-proof liquor is not simply a matter of alcohol tolerance; the stomachs of ordinary people simply cannot handle it.

In mild cases, it can cause stomach perforation and vomiting blood.

In severe cases, it can cause nerve paralysis, leading to a deep sleep from which one may never wake up again.

Therefore, Chen Mo only drank a small portion of that bottle of liquor.

The streetlights were so dim that no one could see anything!

Most of the wine trickled down his lips and neck, quietly flowing into his collar and sweater.

Even when wet, the light green clothes were barely noticeable in the darkness.

As for reeking of alcohol, it would be unusual if someone didn't smell of alcohol after drinking.

But now, with the cold wind blowing, Chen Mo felt as if his entire sweater was frozen, enveloping him inside.

cold!

The cold was unbearable.

They underestimated the rate at which alcohol evaporates and the outdoor weather in Northeast China.

My entire chest felt numb, my head was spinning, and my legs felt heavier and heavier.

Chen Mo had just fallen two steps behind when his father suddenly approached him and grabbed his sleeve.

This little old man has an injury to his left leg, but his hands are still strong.

"Boss, use a flashlight to light the way," Chen's father said.

"I'm not taking it, it'll freeze my hands. The second brother is holding it just fine, isn't he?" the eldest brother, who was walking in front, replied.

Chen's father stopped talking. He forcefully pulled Chen Mo up, and as soon as he got close to Chen Mo, he could feel that Chen Mo was trembling all over.

More than twenty minutes.

The group approached Jianshe Village.

It was already past 8 p.m., and the village was far from peaceful. People were arguing, dogs were barking, and children were crying.

Some workers also work the night shift at the factory.

Chen Mo and the others ignored them. Only Chen Gang glanced at the people arguing in the distance a few more times, eager to join in, but in the end he went to his own door.

The door opened, and Li Guihua struggled to get out of bed. She leaned against the bedside, her eyes a little swollen.

Chen Fen sat to one side, her face also showing displeasure.

Seeing that all three had entered the house, Li Guihua smiled slightly: "You're all back? That's good!"

Chen Gang stepped forward: "Mom, look, if it weren't for me, how could Dad have come back so easily?"

"Dad, tell Mom, did you lose the game and then hit someone, and now they're keeping you at home?"

Chen's father glanced at Chen Gang and slowly nodded.

Chen Mo tried to look away; his father had been the same way all these years.

They never say anything bad about the child, even if the child is talking nonsense, they will not correct or criticize them.

Whether it's Chen Gang, Chen Mo, or Chen Fen.

The reason is simple: when they fought the war against Goryeo, my father wasn't much older than they are now.

He had seen many young men fall before him, never to rise again, so he had very low expectations for his children; as long as they lived, that was enough.

However, today Chen's father spoke up, which was unusual for him: "Guihua, make Chen Mo a bowl of ginger soup."

The lights inside were brighter than outside, and Li Guihua immediately noticed that Chen Mo's face was pale and his lips were bloodless.

Upon hearing Chen's father speak, she pressed her hand heavily against her abdomen and struggled to stand up.

Chen Fen reached out to help Li Guihua: "Mom, slow down, let me help you."

"Mom, I want a bowl too. When are we going to eat? I'm starving!" Chen Gang said.

"There's porridge in the pot, cooked by your sister. Eat first if you're hungry." Li Guihua didn't bother to look at Chen Gang again.

I usually look down on him, but today Gangzi seems even more annoying.

Chen Mo forced himself to return to the rooftop mezzanine. Winters in Northeast China are so cold they can freeze you to death. Even self-built houses always have such a mezzanine for insulation.

But his home was small, so he couldn't waste any space, and he usually slept upstairs.

Chen Mo took off his clothes, and there was already a layer of ice crystals on his collar. He shook it vigorously to shake off the ice crystals.

Then, she picked out a set of clothes from her few remaining old ones, changed into them, went downstairs, and got close to the stove.

Normally, coal briquettes are used sparingly. Every night before going to bed, they are sealed tightly, leaving only a small gap, so that the coal briquettes can last until morning.

Moreover, even this small stove with its narrow opening shouldn't be wasted; water should be placed on it to heat it up so the family can wash up and cook in the morning.

Now, Li Guihua has completely opened the stove, and the coal briquettes are burning brightly, making the whole house much warmer.

"Here, second brother, have a drink."

A moment later, Chen Fen brought a bowl of ginger soup to Chen Mo.

Today's ginger soup is different from usual; Li Guihua specially added a piece of brown sugar.

The color of the brown sugar blended into the soup, and Chen Fen couldn't bear to look away.

"Chen Fen, help me taste it to see if it's hot enough." Chen Mo said, moving closer to the stove. He felt his body temperature returning, and his spirits improved considerably.

"I won't try it, it's too spicy, bro, you drink it!"

"After we finish drinking, let's eat. I cooked porridge today."

"Okay!" Chen Mo took the ginger soup.

Chen Fen, her father, and Li Guihua sat around the stove, the firelight reflecting on their faces, making them all look radiant.

"Snapped!"

"Chen Fen, how did you cook this porridge? There's too much water and not much rice." Suddenly, Chen Gang put down his rice bowl on the table and spoke.

"Chen Gang, eat if you like, or starve if you don't!" Chen Fen said discontentedly.

"Oh dear, you're telling me I'm still hungry?" Chen Gang stretched his feet onto the table and turned his head to look at the people around the stove.

"Let me tell you, I already know how to get out and make a living. Just you wait and see."

Chen Mo suddenly turned his head: "Big brother, if you mess up Dad again, I'll break your legs right here and now, without even needing Sun Dapao and the others."

"What are you talking about? Do you think I'm that kind of person? I was the one who redeemed Dad today!"

"Dad, don't you think so?"

Chen Gang raised his head: "I could learn your skills in a second, Chen Mo. When you're out in the world, you have to be loyal and know how to drink."

"Just you wait and see! I've learned it all, and I'm sure I'll make a name for myself."

"Brother, can't you just find a proper job and settle down to do something productive?" Chen Mo said through gritted teeth.

"Work? Is that something we men should be doing?" Chen Gang glanced at Chen Mo and Chen's father.

"You'd love to work, the salary is forty-six yuan and fifty cents a month."

"Dad fought in wars and shed blood. He's just getting old and likes to drink a little. He earns thirty-two yuan a month as a gatekeeper."

"Tell me, what's the point of all your work? This little bit of money isn't even enough for me to spend, not even enough to buy a piece of clothing!"

"So, you just feel at ease sucking blood and doing nothing?" Chen Mo asked.

"You don't understand!" Chen Gang pulled his leg back, turned around and walked into the room: "I'm going to make a lot of money in the future."

Chen Mo felt a tightness in his chest, but he forced himself to swallow his anger.

We don't have enough money for medical expenses, so we can't beat him up!

He gritted his teeth and tried to stay calm.

"Chen Fen, go get rice for your dad and second brother. Eat first," Li Guihua said.

Chen Fen obediently stood up, but Chen Mo handed her the remaining half bowl of ginger soup mixed with brown sugar: "Help me wash the bowl, I'll use this one too."

A look of delight flashed in Chen Fen's eyes, and she nodded emphatically, "Okay!"