Siheyuan: Starting to work in the street office

"Why does my head hurt so much!"

Zhong Shan woke up in a daze, opened his eyes, and found himself in an unfamiliar environment.

The walls were covered with yellowed and even blackened old newspapers. The ceiling was the same as the walls, and the windows were not made of glass, but gray window paper that let in only a little light.

Zhong Shan sat up and rubbed his temples. The bed beneath him creaked as if it could not bear the weight. The floor was bumpy. In the middle of the floor was an eight-immortal table with three chairs and a hard-to-see original wood color. In the corner was a honeycomb coal stove and an iron pot. There was a mirror fragment stuck on the wall at the door. Next to the mirror fragment was a calendar, but the light in the room was too dim to see the date. That was all there was in the room.

"What's going on, why am I here?"

Zhong Shan did not yell, but just looked around quietly. Slowly, Zhong Shan stood up and walked to the mirror at the door, looking at the person in the mirror:

He was about 20 years old, and looked % similar to me, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked very decent. With this image, if he wore traitor's clothes, he would be considered an underground worker.

Looking at the image in the mirror, Zhong Shan frowned, and as Zhong Shan frowned, the mirror also frowned.

The calendar next to it has the page opened to October 1965, 10, which is the 17th day of the ninth lunar month, a Thursday.

Everything is obvious, Zhongshan has traveled through time!

In his previous life, Zhongshan was already over fifty years old. Relying on his own efforts, he stepped out of the small mountain valley step by step, established a firm foothold in the big city, and had his own place. One can imagine the hard work he put in.

Then nothing unexpected happened. Just when he was planning to enjoy his life, he woke up and came here.

Zhong Shan looked at his other self in the mirror, not knowing whether he should be happy that he had regained his youthful body, or sad that all his efforts had gone to waste.

The headache continued, and another person's life slowly emerged in Zhongshan's mind.

This person is also called Zhong Shan, born in 1946, graduated from technical secondary school, and graduated from Yanjing Agricultural School.

Zhong Shan is 20 years old this year. His father, Zhong Zhenmin, fled to Sijiucheng during the war and then worked as a fitter in Lou’s Steel Rolling Mill. Later, he married Liu Guichun, who also worked in the canteen of the steel rolling mill, and gave birth to Zhong Shan.

Later, the Lou's Steel Rolling Mill where Zhong Zhenmin worked became a state-owned enterprise due to public-private partnership, and Zhong Zhenmin was transformed into a worker in the state-owned steel rolling mill.

Zhongshan has been a good student since he was young. When he grew up, he was admitted to Yenching Agricultural School and became a technical secondary school student.

It was very difficult to get into a technical secondary school at that time, even more difficult than getting into university. Zhongshan had always been the pride of the family.

Everything should have been moving in a good direction.

However, things happen unexpectedly. In an accident caused by an enemy attack on the steel rolling mill equipment, Zhong Zhenmin accidentally died in his attempt to save the equipment.

Although Zhong Zhenmin was posthumously named a martyr and the factory leaders also issued him a pension, he was already gone.

Zhongshan's mother Liu Guichun became ill due to missing him and passed away within a few months.

After returning home to handle the funeral, Zhongshan went back to school and did not come back for two years.

Two years later, Zhong Shan, who had already graduated, returned to the place that once held all his memories. Feeling depressed, he drank all night. When he woke up, he found that he had been replaced by the Zhong Shan of the 21st century.

Zhong Shan suddenly remembered something and took out the letter of introduction for his job from his pocket. Then he bent down and pried up a brick under the bed. Inside was a small box. On top of the box were the house photo and some daily certificates, such as food and coal purchase certificates, and his father's job succession certificate. Below was a stack of money, some bills, and a Hetian mutton-fat jade Pixiu. No one knew where Zhong Zhenmin got it.

Zhong Zhenmin was a level 6 fitter, earning 76 yuan a month. Over the years, he had saved more than 2000 yuan. Together with the 1000 yuan pension from the factory, there was more than 3000 yuan in the small box. In this era, 3000 yuan was enough to buy a house.

Zhong Shan stared at the money in a daze, and suddenly he felt a pain between his eyebrows. Zhong Shan focused his attention on his eyebrows and suddenly entered a space.

The space was round above and gray below. There was only light in the sky, and there was a spring in the middle of the ground. Water flowed out but no one knew where it went. There was black soil all around, and it was the size of a football field.

Zhong Shan held the water in his hands and took a sip. His headache was gone and his body, which was uncomfortable after drinking, seemed to be much more relaxed.

With a thought, he exited the space and appeared in the house.

Looking at the certificates and letters of introduction, money, tickets, and jade Pixiu on the bed,

When you think “collect” in your mind, the things will disappear.

Zhong Shan entered the space again, and saw more than 3000 yuan and those things lying quietly in a corner, and the jade Pixiu was emitting a dim light. After a while, the jade light dimmed, and the light in the air seemed to be brighter.

Zhong Shan came out of the space and tried it in the room. Everything he could see in the room could be collected into the space, but it could only extend outward in a line, collecting one thing at a time, and could not collect a whole area in the shape of a fan.

The mental power can penetrate the house and extend about 5 meters. It can also extend underground, but it takes more energy to go underground because there are obstacles. After trying it, not only did my temples hurt, but I also felt hungry.

Zhong Shan took another sip of the spring water in the space and felt a little relieved.

I got up and walked to the stove next to the honeycomb coal stove. There was a small jar with a cloth bag inside, and there was some corn flour in the bag.

At this time, the corn flour is crushed together with the corn cob in the middle, so it may make your throat a little sore when you eat it, but since it's all there, it's good to have some.

Zhong Shan looked at the corn noodles for a long time: How to make this thing? Zhong Shan in the 21st century might know a little bit about cooking, but he really didn’t know how to make corn noodles, as he had never eaten it.

Even Zhongshan of this era didn't know, and he had no memory of ever making corn noodles.

With a sigh, Zhongshan put the corn flour back into the small jar and walked out of the room.

When he opened the door, the cool air from outside came in. Zhong Shan lived in a courtyard with three entrances. His house was in the east wing of the front yard. There were three rooms in the east wing. The houses in this yard were very big, each of them was more than 20 square meters. The three rooms were nearly 70 square meters. This was bought by Zhong Zhenmin before.

Living opposite was Yan Bugui, a primary school teacher, who was also called Third Uncle. In the early years, enemy spies were rampant, so each courtyard elected a manager to assist the street office in managing the courtyards, and this practice has continued for many years.

Thinking of this, Zhong Shan suddenly reacted, Yan Bugui, the third uncle, Siheyuan. Isn't this the TV series that netizens jokingly called "Birds in Siheyuan"?

Yi Zhonghai, the Lord of Morality,

The second uncle Liu Haizhong, a big stick official fan,

The third uncle Yan Bugui is good at calculating.

However, before Zhong Shan traveled through time, he actually watched this TV series. He felt that it was not as bad as netizens said. They were all ordinary people struggling in misery. They might be a little selfish sometimes, but aren’t people like this? They all live to survive!