Reborn in 1977

Chapter 16: Adding Fuel to the Fire

He summoned the panel, and the contents had indeed changed.

Chen Fan: 16 years old, male.

Basic Attributes:

Constitution: 6.8 / 10

Strength: 5 / 10

Agility: 7 / 10

Intelligence: 8 / 10

Spirit: 8 / 10

Skills: Housekeeping LV3, Animal Language LV1.

It really exists?

Is this skill legitimate?

Chen Fan looked at the barking yellow dog, and the dog's barking sounded different in his ears.

"Get lost."

"Get lost."

"Get lost."

Oh, Chen Fan understood, it wanted him to leave.

He pondered for two seconds and tentatively barked at the dog, "Woof woof."

Huh?

The yellow dog was immediately dumbfounded.

He said he wouldn't leave?

After it reacted, the dog became angry. Its intelligence, equivalent to that of a six- or seven-year-old human, didn't allow it to think too much.

I told him to leave, but he didn't. How could I spare him?

If I spared him, would the master spare me?

Immediately, it lowered its body, preparing to attack.

Seeing this, Chen Fan quickly barked again, "Woof woof."

The yellow dog paused, squinting at him. Was he willing to leave? Hmph, knew he was afraid!

Chen Fan cautiously retreated, discovering that the yellow dog had actually put away its attacking posture. He couldn't help but feel his eyes light up. This animal language really worked?

Just then, the door of the house opened, and Team Leader Yang came out. Seeing it was Chen Fan, he laughed loudly, "I was wondering where the stray dog came from. The voice sounded unfamiliar. It's you."

He then waved at the yellow dog, "Go, go, go."

The yellow dog immediately wagged its tail, rubbing against his legs twice before wagging its tail and entering the house.

Team Leader Yang beckoned to Chen Fan, "Come, come, sit inside."

Chen Fan walked over with a smile. The light in front of Chen Fan suddenly dimmed, and it took several seconds before he could see clearly.

The main room wasn't big, about twenty-plus square meters, with four doors on both sides, presumably leading to four rooms. There was also a passage behind the main room, with a door leading to the backyard and another small room.

Normally, that should be a granary for storing grain.

At this time, eight people were sitting around a large brazier in the main room. Besides Accountant Liu and Storekeeper Huang, whom he had met before, there was also a woman and five children of different ages, three girls and two boys. The oldest girl looked to be fifteen or sixteen, and the youngest was still wiping his nose with his sleeve.

These should be Team Leader Yang's family.

Seeing Chen Fan enter, the woman immediately got up to get him a chair, placing it next to Storekeeper Huang.

Team Leader Yang beckoned, "Sit, sit."

Then, he sat down on the empty chair on the other side.

Chen Fan greeted everyone politely, "Accountant Liu, Storekeeper Huang, Aunt Yang."

He also waved to the children, "Hello."

Then, he took a large enamel mug from Aunt Yang.

The enamel mug originally had a white base and blue flowers. It was unknown how it was maintained, but a thick layer of black and yellow grime had accumulated on it. Chen Fan blew on it several times but still didn't dare to drink.

The brazier wasn't burning charcoal or wood, but an entire old tree root.

The tree root was about two feet in diameter, and you could still see the annual rings after the tree trunk was sawed off. The other sides still had thick roots.

At this time, it was placed sideways in the brazier, filling the entire brazier. A part of it even extended out and rested on the fire rack. The basin was filled with accumulated ashes, and a small part of the tree root was slowly burning, occasionally emitting wisps of green smoke that stung the eyes.

At this speed, this one tree root could probably burn for many days.

However, with the door closed, this little bit of fire was enough.

After Team Leader Yang and the others exchanged a few words with Chen Fan, they continued to talk about matters concerning the team, and Chen Fan listened from the side.

Storekeeper Huang said, "After paying the public grain this year, most of the remaining grain has been distributed. Only five hundred catties of millet and two hundred catties of white rice are left for emergencies. The other lotus roots, fish, and vegetables have also been handed in or sold, and the money and tickets exchanged are all here."

He handed Team Leader Yang a thick envelope.

Accountant Liu also handed over a notebook, "This is the dividend I calculated according to each person's work points, and then allocated to each household. Take a look."

Team Leader Yang took it and flipped through it, then returned it to them, "You can hold onto it for now. After everything else is distributed, there are still some people's pigs that haven't been dealt with. Those that meet the standards don't need to be managed, but most of those that don't will still need the team to cover the cost. Also, the New Year pigs left in the pig farm will be slaughtered and the meat distributed in a few days. We'll calculate it all together then."

He filled his tobacco pipe with a wad of tobacco, his brow furrowed tightly, "It's the work arrangement for next year that needs a plan."

Accountant Liu also took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, and then took out a piece of paper the size of half a palm. He grabbed a little tobacco from the bag, carefully kneaded it into an irregular strip on his thigh, then rolled it up with the paper, and finally licked the edge of the paper with saliva to seal the roll. This was a homemade cigarette.

He gestured to Chen Fan, who was watching with fascination, "Want a smoke?"

Chen Fan quickly shook his head and waved his hand, "Thank you, I don't know how."

Accountant Liu chuckled, "Never seen it before, have you?"

Chen Fan grinned, "I'm not well-traveled."

Team Leader Yang and the others exchanged a few glances, and they could all see the smiles on each other's faces.

If this kid wasn't from a high-ranking cadre's family, how could he not have even seen a rolled cigarette?

They had picked up a treasure. If they found his people, would they treat the team poorly?!

Thinking of this, the three decided to add more fuel to the fire.

Team Leader Yang looked at Chen Fan, smiling kindly, "Little Chen, do you have any difficulties now?"

Chen Fan was a little confused. Hadn't they just asked him this not long ago? Why were they asking again?

But he still shook his head and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, Team Leader. I was originally short two sets of clothes, but didn't you just say that Accountant Liu and Storekeeper Huang would help solve it? Then I don't lack anything else."

"Hmm, hmm."

Team Leader Yang nodded and looked him up and down a few times. Suddenly, he got up and walked into the room inside, coming out with two pairs of cloth shoes in his hand.

Then, he handed them to Chen Fan, "The shoes you're wearing are the ones a former educated youth left behind when he left. They're so worn that you can't wear them anymore, and they don't fit well. Take these and try them on."

Chen Fan quickly put the enamel mug on the ground, stood up, and waved his hands repeatedly, "I couldn't possibly."

Team Leader Yang stuffed them into his hand, "Just take them if I give them to you. Try them on. If they're too small, let your aunt make you another pair. She can make them in a day."

Chen Fan couldn't refuse, so he sat down on the chair, took off the cotton shoes on his feet first, then put on the cloth shoes, stood up and took two steps, "Just right."

Team Leader Yang laughed heartily, "Just right, that's good."

He turned his face and smiled, "I was wondering if they would be too small. I didn't expect him to be half a head taller than me, but his feet are the same size."

Aunt Yang didn't care about the two pairs of shoes, and said with a smile, "You can tell at a glance that he's worn shoes since he was a child. You grew up barefoot, how could it be the same?"

She looked at Chen Fan again, "It's not easy for people outside. If you have any difficulties, tell Auntie, and Auntie will help you find a solution."

Chen Fan grinned, "Thank you, Aunt Yang."

Look at the mess this has become, he's gotten two more pairs of shoes.