Summer, 1962, Beijing.
In a courtyard house in Nanluogu Alley, our protagonist, Wang Jianjun, slowly woke up.
"Where is this place? What era was this? How could there still be such a dilapidated house?”
Looking at the mottled walls, the old furniture, and the portrait of the instructor hanging on the wall, Wang Jianjun felt that his brain was not enough. Who was so bored to joke with him?
Just as she was about to go out and take a look, she suddenly felt dizzy and fell back onto the bed.
After an unknown period of time, he finally understood what was going on when his mind was completely awake.
I didn't expect that there would really be such a thing as rebirth. But can't you choose a better time or place? Why did he have to choose this place?
Through the memories in his mind, he already knew where he was. It was the world of a television series he watched in his previous life.
birds fill the courtyard.
The first time he watched it, he had complained a lot, but he did not expect to be here.
It was now 1962. Three years of natural disasters had just passed. Although the situation had improved, the lives of the common people were still very difficult. The lack of food and clothing was a true reflection of this era.
The original owner of this body had the same name as him. His name was also Wang Jianjun. He had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday and there were only two people in his family. He and his father, Wang Tiegang. As for his mother, she had died of illness when he was in primary school.
Due to his poor academic performance, he did not get into high school after graduating from junior high school. He had been living at home for several years. He wanted to go to work, but there were few jobs in this era. Coupled with his age, he could only stay at home.
In the courtyard, there were Liu Guangtian from Liu Haizhong's family, Yan Jiefang from Yan Fugui's family, and others who were about the same age as him. They were all unemployed.
His father, Wang Tie, was currently working at the Third Rolling Mill. He was a fitter master and worked in the same workshop as Jia Dongxu, the son of Jia Zhang. However, his level was two levels higher than Jia Dongxu.
He was now a fourth-grade fitter with a monthly salary of forty-six yuan and fifty cents. There were only the father and son in the family, so their lives were not bad.
After deducting his daily expenses, he could still save more than 20 yuan every month. As far as he knew, his family's savings were about 500 yuan.
It was not a small sum of money. With the current prices, it could be considered a huge sum of money.
Fine grain was only 16 cents per catty now. As for coarse grain, it was even cheaper, only a few cents. High-quality pork was 80 cents per catty. As for beef and mutton, they were even cheaper than pork by about 10 cents. Because they were less oily, ordinary people did not like them very much.
Of course, money alone was not enough. If you wanted to buy something, you had to have tickets. Otherwise, no matter how much money you had, no one would sell it to you. Food stamps, fuel stamps, sugar stamps, bicycle tickets, sewing tickets, and so on. In short, all aspects of food, clothing, housing, and transportation were included. It was very detailed.
This was also a characteristic of this era. Or rather, it was helpless because the country was really too poor. There were a lot of things to do, and everything had to be planned.
Oh right, didn't all the reincarnators in novels have a system?
It's been so long. Why hasn't my system arrived yet?
Wang Jianjun sat on the bed and waited for a long time. He called countless times in his mind, but the system didn't come. He was a little dumbfounded.
Could it be that he was going to become the most miserable reincarnator?
Forget it, so be it. Although he did not have any achievements in his previous life, he had at least experienced the information explosion. After this period of time, he would be able to make a fortune no matter what he did.
The most important thing now was to quickly find a formal job so that he could live a better life.
After sorting out everything, Wang Jianjun was ready to go out for a walk. He couldn't stay in the house during the day.
After packing up, Wang Jianjun closed the door and prepared to leave.
Yes, you didn't see it wrong. It's just closing the door, not locking it. In this era, honor is paramount. Every year, every courtyard will be selected as the best, and not closing the door at night and not picking up the road is an important evaluation index.
Wang Jianjun's house was in the front yard, opposite the third uncle's house. There were two rooms in total. He and his father lived in one room each. The total area was about 60 square meters. The living conditions were quite good.
During this period, the country was in financial difficulties and did not have extra strength to build the people's livelihood. Therefore, there were many families with five or six people living in one room.
As soon as Wang Jianjun went out, he was seen by Third Aunt, who was watering the flowers in the yard.
"Jianjun, you really can sleep. It's almost lunchtime before you get up.”
Hearing this, she knew that the Host must have been like this often in the past. It seemed that she was not a hardworking person. No wonder Third Aunt said this.
"Third Aunt is watering the flowers. You're really in the mood. You're indeed the family of a cultured person.”
Wang Jianjun didn't answer her at all. Those were all things that the original owner of her body did. What did it have to do with him?
"Are you going out?"
"Yes, I'm going out for a walk. My body is about to rust from staying at home all the time.”
After saying that, Wang Jianjun left without caring about Third Aunt's reaction.
The moment he stepped out of the door, he saw a long alley. The walls on both sides were filled with all kinds of slogans, full of the characteristics of the era.
These slogans were catchy and had a feeling. Reading them twice made his blood boil.
After coming out of the alley, it was the main road. There was no greenery, and there were even fewer vehicles on the road. In this period, people mainly relied on their legs to travel. Only wealthy families could afford large items like bicycles.
There were also buses, but the frequency was very low, and there were only a few trips a day. There was no need to mention the cars, which were very rare. Only the senior leaders would equip them. For example, the Third Rolling Mill only had one. Even the deputy director usually rode a bicycle when he went out.
After strolling along the road for more than an hour, the novelty soon passed. Looking at the sun above his head and feeling a little hungry, Wang Jianjun began to rush back.
After returning home, Wang Jianjun took a few gulps of cold water and felt a little better. After resting for a few minutes, Wang Jianjun began to prepare lunch for himself.
He didn't have anything good to eat. He simply heated up a few cornbread, boiled some porridge, and added some pickles. Lunch was settled.
Although the cornbread was a little choking, at least he could eat his fill. This was already quite good.
As for his father, Wang Tiegang, he had lunch in the canteen of the rolling mill. Although there was nothing good, it was cheap and full. It was considered a benefit for the employees in the factory. The head chef was He Yuzhu, the protagonist of the TV series, nicknamed Silly Zhu.
After finishing his meal and washing the pot, Wang Jianjun didn't go out anymore. He prepared to take a nap. The main reason was that it was too hot outside now, and he didn't have the tendency to torture himself.
Not long after he lay down, there was a knock on his door, and it was very urgent.
"Are Wang Tiejun's family members here? I'm a worker at the rolling mill. Your father had an accident at the mill and is now in the hospital. Hurry up and come with me, or you won't even be able to see him for the last time.”
Wang Jianjun, who was still a little confused, suddenly woke up. He couldn't be so sad, right? Something happened to his father just after he was reborn.
"Master, what happened to my father? Why are you in the hospital?"
"I can't explain it in a few words. Pack up and wait for me. I still have to inform Jia Dongxu's family.”
Without waiting for Wang Jianjun's reply, he ran to the middle court to inform Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Wang Jianjun saw the master running towards the door with Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu. Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu were crying loudly.
With such a huge commotion, the people who didn't go to work in the quad also followed. One auntie, two aunties, and three aunties were all there.
"Let's go, we'll try to be as fast as possible.”
After saying this, the master led the way. Wang Jianjun and Jia Zhangshi naturally followed.
When he arrived at the hospital, Wang Jianjun saw that the first and second grandpas were there, as well as several workers and leaders of the rolling mill.
"Who is Wang Tiejun's family? Come in quickly."
The leaders of the rolling mill wanted to comfort Wang Jianjun, but before they could say anything, the door to the operating theater opened and the doctor called out.
"I'm his son. Doctor, how's my father?”
"I'm sorry, we've already tried our best. His injuries are too serious, you should go in and see him one last time.”
Although the doctor sympathized with Wang Jianjun, he still told the truth. After speaking, he stood outside and did not go in again.
Wang Jianjun knew what he meant when he heard this. Although he had just been reborn and had no feelings for his father, the remaining memories in his mind still made him heartbroken.
When he ran to the bed, he knew why the doctor said that. Half of his body was badly mutilated. Even in the 21st century, it would be difficult to save him, let alone the current medical skills.
"Father, how did it become like this?”
Wang Jianjun didn't know what to say after he shouted. He just kept crying.
"Jianjun…Don't cry…I have something to say. Listen carefully. After I leave, you should live your life honestly. It's best if you don't get involved in the matters of the quad. There aren't many good people here.”
"You know where our family's savings are, so I won't say anything. In short, just close the door and live your own life. Don't!"
Wang Tiejun couldn't say anything else. Looking at his father who had his eyes closed, Wang Jianjun was sad and quickly replied, even though it was useless.
"Father, don't worry. I'll live well. Don't worry.”
After saying this, Wang Jianjun sat on the ground and burst into tears.
In the end, it was Third Aunt who helped him out of the ward. As for First Uncle, Second Uncle, and the other neighbors, they were all in Jia Dongxu's ward.
Third Aunt told him about this later.
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