Siheyuan: Since 51

51, April 4.

Beijing, No. 95, Nanluoguxiang, east wing of the front yard.

Lin Zhiyuan struggled to open his eyelids, and what came into view was a wooden roof. In the corner of the roof, hung a spider web more than a foot long.

"Where is this?"

Lin Zhiyuan frowned and wanted to get up to find out what was going on, but he felt too weak to do it.

He rolled his eyes left and right, looking around.

I found a wall on the left, covered with yellowed newspapers. Not far to the right, there was an old round table, so dirty that you couldn't see its original color. A few wooden chairs were randomly placed around the table.

"what's the situation?"

"What the hell is this place?"

……

Just as Lin Zhiyuan's doubts grew, his head seemed to be hit hard. An unknown swelling and pain spread from his temple, like an electric current passing through it.

I do not know how long it has been.

The pain disappeared, but Lin Zhiyuan found that he had an extra memory, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"I actually traveled through time?!"

In his previous life, Lin Zhiyuan was a social animal.

I run my own convenience store at the entrance of the community, watch TV series or read books when I have nothing to do, and my life is quite comfortable.

Unexpectedly, several good Chinese neighbors strongly recommended a TV series: "Love in the Courtyard".

Unable to resist the repeated recommendations of his neighbors and out of curiosity, Lin Zhiyuan started staying up late to watch the drama.

The more he watched, the angrier he became. In the end, Lin Zhiyuan felt his heart swell up. He fainted on the ground without even being able to catch his breath.

Once upon a time, Lin Zhiyuan had also fantasized about traveling through another world, sleeping drunkenly on the lap of a beauty, and taking control of the world when he woke up; or he had fantasized about being reborn in the past, fulfilling his wish, and never being able to live with it again.

Now, although good news came from the sky, Lin Zhiyuan was extremely depressed.

After sorting out the memories, I found out that the original owner was also called Lin Zhiyuan.

My father, Lam Ka Tung, was a truck driver at Lou’s Steel Rolling Mill.

My mother, Qi Xiujuan, worked odd jobs in a tailor shop at the entrance of the alley.

I have a younger brother and a younger sister.

Although life was hard, it was rare for a family of five to have peace during the war.

Who would have thought that five years ago, Qi Xiujuan became ill due to overwork.

Because Lam Ka-tung needed to make money to support his family, Lam Chih-yuan had to drop out of school to take care of his mother and younger siblings.

Things don't always go as planned. Even if you spend all your savings or even borrow foreign debts, it will be of no avail.

Less than a year later, Qi Xiujuan passed away.

Afterwards, Lin Zhiyuan followed Lin Jiadong into the steel rolling mill and became a driver apprentice.

Four years have passed.

Lin Zhiyuan is twenty years old and has become a formal driver.

My younger brother, Lin Zhihui, is sixteen years old and is in the first year of high school.

My younger sister, Lin Manyu, is twelve years old and in the fifth grade of primary school.

In order to pay off their debts, the father and son got up early and went to bed late, driving frequently.

After finally paying off the debt, Lin Zhiyuan reached the age to get married, and Lin Jiadong dared not relax.

A few days ago, while driving, Lin Jiadong was robbed and shot several times, dying on the spot.

With the help of his aunt Lin Cuilan and Lin Jiadong's good friend Sun Zhenshan, he was properly buried yesterday.

Perhaps it was because of the hard work during the past few days, or perhaps it was because he was exhausted, but after a good night’s sleep, Lin Zhiyuan’s soul changed.

Although he was penniless at the beginning and had younger brothers and sisters to support, Lin Zhiyuan was able to accept it after gritting his teeth.

The key point is, how can we have good neighbors again?

The neighbors in my memory are familiar, too familiar!

Yi Zhonghai, the moral god; Liu Haizhong, the indifferent to fame and fortune; Yan Bugui, the generous and kind; Jia Zhangshi, the amiable and amiable…

"Oh my god, not only is watching the show annoying, but you also let me experience it in real life?"

After cursing fiercely inwardly, Lin Zhiyuan closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

“It is now 51 years, and the public-private partnership has not yet begun.

The steel rolling mill is still Loubancheng’s property, and it is estimated that it will be donated soon.

By then, I will have a stable job.

That’s right, the salary is only 30.

It looks intimidating, but the currency in circulation now is the first generation, which is equivalent to about 30 yuan in a few years!

All I can say is that it is not as good as the best, but better than the worst.

The household expenses are about 100,000 yuan a month, and after factoring in other miscellaneous items, it seems that there is not much money left!

As for the courtyard house, it is not as lively as in TV dramas.

Once public-private partnerships are achieved and a large number of workers move into cities, the population will increase and housing will become tight.

The so-called master hasn't come yet, He Daqing hasn't run away, and Qin Huairu hasn't married in yet...

Make money, you must make money! If there is a chance, get a few more houses. My second child is not young anymore, and I have to get married..."

Now that he had a general direction, Lin Zhiyuan slowly relaxed his mind, but he unexpectedly discovered that there was a spot of light deep in his mind.

Concentrating his attention, Lin Zhiyuan suddenly came to a dimensional space, to be precise, a farmyard.

Lin Zhiyuan swallowed his saliva secretly and grinned, "I told you, how can a time traveler not have a golden finger?"

The courtyard is not big, with a thatched house, a tree and a well outside.

Lin Zhiyuan was attracted by the small tree, with its black branches and red leaves, which he didn't recognize at all.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that there was a red fruit on the tree.

Pursing his lips, Lin Zhiyuan muttered to himself: "What kind of tree is this? The fruit looks delicious. I really want to have a few bites!"

Before he finished his words, a red fruit flew directly into Lin Zhiyuan's hands with a "whoosh".

"This……"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't care about that and started eating. "Can I control it with my mind in this space?"

After eating the fruit, Lin Zhiyuan felt hot all over. He quickly took off all his clothes and found that black oil began to appear on his skin, and a foul smell came into his nose.

"Damn! Can this fruit cleanse the bones and marrow?"

Without thinking too much, Lin Zhiyuan operated the crank next to him, drew a bucket of water from the well, and started washing.

I took a good bath and washed my clothes.

With a thought, the clothes dried completely. After putting them on, Lin Zhiyuan slapped his forehead and said, "I did this in vain. I should have just used my brain, but I was so stupid as to do it!"

Lin Zhiyuan was delighted to find that not only did his strength increase, but his spirits also became more relaxed.

After showing off for a while, he began to inspect the space.

Push open the gate, and you will see a pond and several acres of fertile fields.

Lin Zhiyuan smiled, "The Chinese people have hidden genes, it's time to open them up..."

Back to reality, I could faintly hear the sound of a quarrel.

Lin Zhiyuan stood up and walked out.

When I opened the door, I saw Yan Bugui running out of the yard in a hurry.

Yan Bugui is thin, wears a pair of glasses, and looks gentle.

Seeing Lin Zhiyuan, Yan Bugui waved, "Zhiyuan, hurry up! My Jiefang said that your brother and Shazhu are fighting!"

"Zhihui and Shazhu?" Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, "Let's go!"

The two of them came to the gate of the courtyard, one in front and one behind.

I saw about ten people forming a circle.

In the middle, Sha Zhu was riding on Lin Zhihui, swinging his fists and shouting, "Lin Zhihui, if grandpa hits you, what can you do? Not to mention you, you and your brother are no match for him either!"

Lin Zhihui protected his face with his arms and struggled hard, but unfortunately, Sha Zhu was too strong and it was useless.

Jia Dongxu crossed his arms across his chest and urged with a smile, "Silly Zhu, it's been a long time and I haven't seen you fight. Can you do it?"