Siheyuan: Traveling through Cai Quanwu, pretending to be Uncle Shazhu

In 1955, early winter.

early morning.

Zhengyangmen Street, Sijiu City.

Xihouheyan Street Alley.

In a dilapidated hut, our protagonist Cai Quanwu was lying on the bed, cursing.

"Aren't you allowed to complain while watching TV series?"

"Don't film it if you don't want people to complain about it. It's just for everyone to see. What's wrong with a few complaints after you collected my membership fee?"

"Hey, God is really unfair. There are so many people who watch TV series and complain about it. Why did they let me travel through time? I can't even be queued up. I just watched a few TV series."

……

Cai Quanwu was in a very depressed mood. Before he traveled through time, he was also called Cai Quanwu. He was middle-aged and still worked hard outside alone.

It’s not that I don’t want to marry a wife, it’s that I can’t afford one.

With his salary of seven to eight thousand yuan a month for the RV gift, he could not afford to marry a wife for twenty years without food and drink, so he simply settled down.

Working hard outside, I rented a house on the first floor with a small courtyard, earning more than [-] yuan a month.

Excluding the rent, I have enough leftover to spend, and I live a good life.

After all, I can eat enough for myself and the whole family is not hungry, I can have a drink when I have nothing to do, and my life is full of joy.

In addition, he is also an avid lover of novels. From the earliest martial arts to the fantasy fairy tales and historical cities in the Internet era, he has read all books.

I have read countless books on a certain point and a certain website, and I have become obsessed with Siheyuan essays recently.

After reading all the Siheyuan articles, he was a little confused. They were full of content that destroyed the three views.

Either the balls were kicked out, or the other fell into the manure pit. In some books, there are existences that cannot be killed by the four swords of Zhu Xian, which really makes people speechless.

So much so that it was jokingly called Qinman Siheyuan by the majority of netizens.

The characters in it were also compiled into a jingle:

Folk customs and simple rolling mill

Courtyard with Outstanding People and Places

Pretend to be deaf and dumb old lady

A man full of morals

Never hit anyone, second uncle

Don’t take advantage of the third uncle

The most reasonable person is Jia Zhang

Widow’s Ring Qin Huairu

He Yuzhu is willing to help others

Take all sides Jia BangGeng

……

Then he went to find the original work. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the original work, but he found a lot of other content.

For example, there is no original work at all, but the screenwriter adapted a short story into a script, and it was directly made into a TV series.

What else, he was called Silly Pillar at first, but later the ending was too inconsistent with the current social environment, and he was ordered to be taken off the shelves for rectification, etc...

In the end, he was also confused. In order to watch the TV series, he became a member of a video website and watched "Love in the Courtyard" again.

This is the first time he has watched a TV series in its entirety since he reached middle age.

Of course, I must be watching it in fast forward, otherwise who would have such patience.

In line with the principle of not wasting money by replenishing my membership, I also watched several other TV series recommended by the platform by the same director, almost all of which were period dramas from the [-]s and [-]s.

While watching TV, I looked up some knowledge of that era online.

There was no other gain, but I gained some knowledge from those years.

I don’t know if it was because I complained too much after watching TV series, or for some other reason. When I woke up, I was transported back in time to this person named "Cai Quanwu".

When he first woke up and accepted the memory of the original owner, he was really frightened. Although he was not successful before traveling through time, he was not short of food and drink.

Traveling back in time to 1955, the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, I really didn't know if I could adapt to this era of lack of food and clothing.

Thinking about the stick noodle porridge and sorghum steamed buns of this era, TV dramas are all said to cause throat problems. Although he has not eaten them yet, Cai Quanwu can already imagine that his throat will definitely not be too comfortable in the future.

However, he had read countless books and was already familiar with the time-travel routine, but he didn't expect that one day it would be his turn.

Hey, there is a saying that since you can't resist, you can only enjoy it, so my mood slowly calmed down.

Then there's the opening scene, where he wakes up and curses.

Probably tired of scolding, Cai Quanwu got up from the kang, sat on the edge of the kang, picked up the enamel jar on the table, and started drinking water.

When the cold water entered his throat, he shuddered and woke up instantly.

After carefully combing through the original memory, he looked at the house with drafts on all sides, and sighed deeply.

The room was about ten square meters, very narrow, and when filled with daily necessities, it looked very depressing.

In the innermost part of the room is a kang, with a small table next to it. There is a box at one end of the kang, and a stove for heating and cooking is placed at the other end. On top of the stove is an aluminum pot for boiling water. There is also a box beside the stove. There is a hot water bottle and a washstand next to the door. It is really a small but well-equipped room.

Cai Quanwu discovered that the original chef had very few utensils. Apart from the iron pot and spatula, there were only two pairs of bowls and chopsticks placed on the table. It was obvious that the original owner rarely opened fire at home.

That's right, a grown man still runs outside every day. There is no fixed time when he comes home. If there is no other way, whoever opens fire at home will definitely go out to fill his stomach before returning.

Food stamps have just been issued not long ago, and we have not yet reached the era where stamps are used for everything. Money can still buy most things.

However, there are only a few good years left, and the era of buying tickets for everything is slowly coming.

From the memory of the original owner, I know that this house was rented from the neighborhood committee, and the monthly rent was 1.5 yuan, which was considered as a benefit for idle people like him who did not have a fixed job.

The industry the original owner was engaged in had a special name in Sijiu City: Wo Bo'er.

To put it bluntly, they are similar to modern porters.

However, the original owner was quite successful. After liberation, he settled down, worked hard from dawn to dusk, and made money. He even became a temporary worker in a grain store. Apart from not having a house, he was still relatively wealthy.

At the beginning of this year, I used my savings accumulated over the years to buy a human-powered tricycle with the help of the neighborhood committee. In this era, I am considered a car owner. My life is getting more and more prosperous. I didn’t expect that I would be raped by myself when I woke up. Occupying the magpie's nest is also a sign of destiny.

On weekdays, I ride a tricycle everywhere to solicit customers and goods, and I make a lot of money in a day. In addition, I work as a temporary worker in the grain store. Generally speaking, I am better than the worst.

It's just because of my awkward age that I've been single all my life, and I haven't yet lived a life where my wife and children are on the bed.

In fact, the original owner cannot be blamed. During the years when he was supposed to get married, the country was in turmoil, which caused his family to fall into decline. After that, he continued to drift with the tide, wandering around, and missed the best age to get married.

It was not until the new country was established that things settled down.

At the beginning, there were some girls introduced by matchmakers, but the original owner had neither a house nor a job. He worked odd jobs here and there to make ends meet, but no girl was interested in him. He delayed his marriage until today, and he is still a golden bachelor.

Recalling the experience of the original owner, Cai Quanwu felt something was wrong the more he thought about it.

"Cai Quanwu, Wo Bo'er, Tricycle."

Isn't this the male protagonist in the movie "Little Women under the Zhengyang Sect" that I watched before I traveled through time?

Could it be that I have time-traveled into the TV series "The Little Woman Under the Zhengyang Sect"?

Bistro, silk shop.

But I often ride around here to solicit customers and sell goods, so why don’t I have any impression of it in my memory?

Could it be that I haven't had any contact with Xu Huizhen yet, so I don't have any impression?

Thinking of this, Cai Quanwu was extremely excited. If he could win Xu Huizhen like in the TV series, he would be considered a winner in life.

Of course, it would be perfect if Chen Xueru won it together.

Although I have no business experience, I have a forward-looking vision.

At the very least, it shouldn't be difficult to run the tavern by yourself.

Thinking of this, Cai Quanwu's heart was filled with excitement, and his "chicken" was moving so much that even his frozen limbs were full of vitality.

No, from today on, I will stay by the tavern and never miss the opportunity to hook up with Xu Huizhen.

After moving my stiff limbs, I got up and put on my clothes. I took the basin and went to the courtyard, ready to get some water and go back to the house to wash my face.

Brush your teeth, brush your teeth!

Cai Quanwu searched the room but couldn't find anything like toothbrush or toothpaste.

Not long after the founding of the People's Republic of China, brushing teeth was a relatively luxurious thing and had not yet become popular.

Although the weather was very cold, there were already many people in the yard. When they saw Cai Quanwu coming out, everyone greeted him warmly.

Aunt Zhang:

"Nothing, it's so early today."

Brother Wu:

"Nothing, why don't you sleep more."

……

Cai Quanwu also responded with a smile.

"Aunt Zhang, the stove is out and the room is too cold to sleep."

"Brother Wu, I woke up from the cold and can't sleep. Go out early and see if there is any life."

……

After the greetings, Cai Quanwu took a basin of water and returned to the room.

Cai Quanwu picked up the tattered towel from the washstand, put it into the basin, and washed his face.

I found my savings from my memory and counted them. They were pretty good. I had more than a hundred yuan in cash and dozens of kilograms of food stamps, which was enough for me to survive for a while.

He took a few food stamps, some money, put on his old cotton hat, picked up an unknown number of tattered gloves, and left the room.

After coming out, close the door and come to the yard.

Amid greetings all the way, he pushed his tricycle out of the yard.

Facing the biting cold wind in the morning, I rode my tricycle towards the entrance of the alley.

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