Du Fei frowned and stared at the calendar on the wall.
October 23, 1965, Saturday, frost.
The crack in the window was blowing in the cold wind, and there was a cold fire bed under my buttocks.
Having just traveled through time, Du Fei's mind was in a state of confusion as he tried to sort out the chaotic memories of the original owner.
It took about ten minutes for him to come back to his senses and finally understand his current situation.
The original owner of this body is also named Du Fei. He is 18 years old and has just graduated from high school. He lives in a courtyard near Nanluogu Lane in Beijing. He has two houses with a total of 40 square meters.
My mother died young, and my father was a fifth-level caster at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. He died due to a work-related injury three months ago.
The factory gave him a pension and agreed to take over and work in the factory.
But because of his serious illness, it has been delayed until now.
Du Fei raised his hand and rubbed his temples, then looked at the room he was in in the dim light.
The roof is covered with yellowed old newspapers, the walls are mottled, and the windows are not glass, but gray window paper.
Under the window was a heated kang. The bedding on the kang had not been washed for who knows how long. It was hard to the touch and had a strange smell.
In the corner opposite the fire pit, there is a large double-door cabinet with a mirror. Next to it are two low cabinets with camphor wood boxes stacked on them. There is also an Eight Immortals table and two official hat chairs. On the table are an old-fashioned winding clock and a
Set of white porcelain teapots and cups.
The furniture is quite old, and there is no visible wood. It was considered a good property in this era.
Du Fei moved his neck, stood up and came to the standing cabinet.
The mirror on the cabinet door reflected a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but a pale face.
Her hair was greasy and disheveled, having not been washed for several days, and her clothes were dirty and had several patches on them.
Du Fei looked in the mirror and rubbed his cheek vigorously.
The real touch and pain convinced him that this was not a dream.
He was really reborn in 1965!
Du Fei's throat rolled and he swallowed, his stomach growled, and he felt a strong sense of hunger.
From last night to now, the original owner has been in a coma for a whole day, and it has been more than ten hours since he was reborn.
He walked to the table and lifted the white porcelain teapot on the table. There was more than half a pot of water dangling in it.
Du Fei was about to grab a cup and drink enough water first, but suddenly his pupils shrank.
A grid-like space actually appeared in his mind, and he had the feeling that he could put the teapot in his hand into this space with just a thought.
The next moment, suddenly!
The white porcelain teapot originally held in his hand suddenly disappeared, and an identical teapot appeared in his portable space.
This space is not large. Using the teapot as a reference, it is estimated to be only two meters square.
There was a fist-sized white ball of light suspended in the middle of the space. It was unclear what its purpose was. The moment the teapot entered, the ball of light shook slightly and then stopped moving.
With another thought, the teapot returned to my hand.
Du Fei's face flushed slightly with excitement, and he instantly thought of countless ways to use this portable space. His breathing became a little rapid, and his mouth became dry. He quickly poured a glass of water, drank it in one gulp.
Wait a few minutes to calm down and feel a stronger sense of hunger.
Put the rest aside and fill your stomach first anyway.
Based on my memory, I went to the outhouse, opened the rice vat next to the stove, and looked inside.
There is a shriveled cloth bag at the bottom of the tank. When you lift it up, it weighs four or five kilograms and is full of stick noodles.
I grabbed a handful with my hand, and it actually pricked my hand. Although it looked yellow and orange, it was incomparable to the finely ground noodle noodles of later generations.
Du Fei frowned and simply didn't plan to cook for himself. He turned back to the back room and started rummaging through the boxes.
Although the clothes are not very good, the original owner's family is really not poor.
Original owner's father
The monthly salary of a fifth-level caster who was promoted last year was 48.5 yuan, which was more than enough to support two people. I have saved more than 400 yuan over the years.
In addition to 500 yuan of work-related injury pension, Du Fei dug out a total of nearly 1,000 yuan from the inside of the cabinet, dozens of various coupons, and a white jade bracelet.
This is a huge sum of money!
Nowadays, a permanent 28-weighted bicycle only costs 180 yuan, and a Shanghai brand 160-type radio costs 140 yuan. With more than 2,000 yuan, you can buy a small courtyard house in the capital.
Du Fei threw the money notes and bracelet into his pocket and was about to go out.
Unexpectedly, the space suddenly shook slightly!
A layer of white light emerged from the jade bracelet that had just been thrown in, and was slowly absorbed by the light ball suspended in the space!
Du Fei said "Huh" and quickly took out the jade bracelet to check.
I found that this bracelet had no other abnormality except that its luster was dull.
On the contrary, the light ball in the space seems to become larger after absorbing the white light.
Du Fei thought about it carefully for a moment, but still didn't know what was going on. Instead, he became even hungrier, so he had to put the bracelet back first.
As soon as I went out, a gust of cold wind hit me and went straight into my neck and collar.
Du Fei winced due to the cold, closed the door behind his back and walked to the front yard.
This courtyard was originally a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits. His house was in the innermost backyard, and he had to pass through the middle courtyard and front yard when going out.
It was just after five o'clock and it was not dark yet.
As soon as Du Fei went out, he met a fat man wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket. He was holding his hands behind his back and taking a step forward, looking like a bully.
"Second uncle, you are off work."
When they met each other, Du Fei said hello out of habit, and a large group of new memories came to his mind, making him frown.
Without stopping, he passed through a moon gate and arrived at the middle courtyard of the courtyard.
The middle courtyard has the largest area and the most residents, making it obviously more lively.
People were boiling water and cooking, adults were shouting, children were making noises, and it was a total commotion.
Du Fei was frowning as he digested the new memories about the neighbors in the courtyard, when he suddenly saw a pretty figure.
Wearing a blue floral floral jacket, the cuffs were rolled up high, revealing two white lotus-like forearms scrubbing the clothes.
"Holy shit, isn't this Widow Qin?" Du Fei's heart was filled with a group of grass-mud horses running past. "That second uncle just now... was Liu Haizhong."
With a grunt, Du Fei swallowed and spit, and suddenly his face was covered with black lines.
After being reborn, he actually came to Qinman Siheyuan.
Just at this moment, Qin Huairu seemed to notice Du Fei's gaze, and raised his head and looked over.
I have to admit that, regardless of her personality, this pretty widow is really beautiful! She would have surpassed all the Internet celebrities in later generations without any makeup, and her figure is also quite impressive, especially her pair of peach blossom eyes. In the big basin in front of her, because of the heat
A white mist rises from the water. Looking vaguely in the mist, there are countless charms.
"Xiao Du, are you feeling better today?" Qin Huairu smiled, stopped what she was doing, and said enthusiastically, "If you have anything to do, tell Sister Qin, and you're welcome."
"Thank you, Sister Qin."
Du Fei's mouth twitched, and he walked out of the middle courtyard in two hurried steps.
When he first arrived, he didn't want to immediately compete with a high-level green tea like Widow Qin.
"Boy, what are you busy with?"
Looking at Du Fei's back, Qin Huairu glanced angrily, rolled her eyes again, thought of something, and smiled sweetly.
When he arrived at the front yard, he said hello to the third uncle who was cleaning his bicycle, and Du Fei finally rushed out of the courtyard.
Looking back, I saw the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the noisy voices in the courtyard.
Du Fei suddenly smiled.
Silly Zhu, Xu Damao, the three old men in the front, middle and back yard, and the generous Jia Zhang family.
In this era without mobile phones and the Internet, and the yard is full of chaos from time to time, life in the future will definitely be quite exciting.