1969, spring.
Spring was chilly, and the spring breeze in the capital was still chilly.
A gust of cold wind blew into the courtyard house in Copper Gong Alley.
This was a three-door courtyard house with more than 20 families living in it.
In a small room at the side of the middle court.
Wu Ziqiang lay on the bed with his eyes closed. His entire body was cold, and his divine sense kept falling.
During this period, a consciousness seemed to want to assimilate Wu Ziqiang and tell him to go back to where he came from.
His hand became colder and colder. Suddenly, a clear voice sounded in his ear."Brother, don't think about leaving us behind.”
Wu Ziqiang's eyes suddenly opened.
A pretty little girl was pouring hot water into a glass bottle used for infusion.
Her big watery eyes were filled with tears.
"Brother, if you dare to leave like this, I won't forgive you in this life or the next."”
Wu Ziqiang was a little confused. He raised his heavy arm and rubbed his temples as he sized up the entire room.
He was lying on a heated brick bed, which seemed to be filled with a lot of charcoal. It warmed the entire bed and warmed his cold body.
The walls were covered with yellowed old newspapers, and there were two dark red boxes made of Camphor wood beside the brick bed.
It seemed to be a little old, and the paint was a little mottled.
Next to it was a large wardrobe with a lace mirror, an old-fashioned clock, a solid wood square table, an porcelain tea tray, and a white porcelain tea set…
The antique furniture and the unfamiliar little girl all showed that this was not the cottage he lived in in 2022.
Wu Ziqiang's throat rolled, and a little saliva was secreted from his dry mouth.
He felt a pain in his head as memories surged into his mind.
"So he transmigrated and even transmigrated into the world of love courtyards.”
Wu Ziqiang combed through the memories in his mind and finally understood.
Strictly speaking, the place he was living in now should be called the Qin Man Siheyuan.
The original owner was also called Wu Ziqiang, sixteen years old this year.
His father, Wu Shengli, was a friendly partner of the Red Star Rolling Mill and a driver in the transportation team.
Three months ago, he died in a car accident.
In this era, being a driver was a very popular profession.
There were San Bao, a doctor, a driver, and a pork man.
As the saying goes, once the wheel turns, one's waist will be rich, and when the horn sounds, one will have ten thousand taels of gold.
Wu Shengli's monthly salary was 56.5 yuan.
He often brought back some useful things from each unit to supplement his family.
Wu Ziqiang's mother was in poor health, so the medicine never left her hand.
His grandmother, who was far away in the countryside, also relied on their family for support. The whole family relied on Wu Shengli to support them.
Once Wu Shengli died, the family would collapse.
Although the factory gave him a hundred yuan as compensation, it was not enough.
For more than three months after Wu Shengli's death, the family was in a mess.
The original body, Wu Ziqiang, had a weak personality and was full of self-pity.
The stick meme taunted him a few times, calling him a useless ghost and saying that his family was waiting to drink the northwest wind.
He couldn't think straight and jumped into the well.
After being rescued, he was left with half a life and slept in bed for more than ten days.
Wu Ziqiang combed through the memories in his mind and secretly cursed the Host for being too bad. She did not look like a man at all.
His father had passed away. The old, the sick, and the young were all gone.
As the only male in the family, he had no sense of responsibility at all and only wanted to escape from reality.
He wanted to die, not find a way out.
Before Wu Ziqiang transmigrated, he was a racer. Because he was injured in the competition, he couldn't play.
His parents were dead, and he had nothing to worry about. Therefore, he returned to his hometown and lived in seclusion in the countryside. He also took a short video to record his life in the countryside.
He was good at everything from repairing and building his old house to planting fruits and vegetables, brewing wine with various ancient methods, and dyeing cloth.
Before he transmigrated, he had already been selected as the inheritor of the intangible culture.
Some netizens even said that there was Li Qizi in the south and Wu Ziqiang in the north.
In Wu Ziqiang's mind, even if he was injured and couldn't drive a race car, he wouldn't blame himself.
Just like its name, it lived in another world.
Therefore, from this point of view, he really looked down on the original body's suicide.
The family was in trouble, and the stick wanted to commit suicide after teasing and taunting them. How could his sick mother and young sister live?
Wu Ziqiang decided that since he had transmigrated, he had to live like a human. No matter what environment he was in, he was not afraid.
Moreover, he had the ability to live well in this world.
Although the environment in this era was not good, it would soon usher in the situation of going to the mountains and villages.
However, just like his name, he was unyielding and fearless.
"Oh right, I heard that all transmigrators have a system. Why is it so quiet when it comes to me?”
Wu Ziqiang called out to the system a few times in his heart, but there was still no response.
It seemed that he did not have any system bonuses or cheats this time.
Since that was the case, it was better to rely on himself.
Wu Ziqiang, who had recovered, slowly supported his body and sat up from the bed.
Her mouth felt dry, so she opened her mouth and said to her sister, Wu Xuhong,"Little Red, pour me a glass of water."
"Alright, just you wait."
Wu Xuhong held the IV bottle filled with warm water in her hand and replied casually.
However, she suddenly realized that her brother was unconscious. Why did he suddenly ask her to pour him a glass of water?
She came back to her senses and looked at Wu Ziqiang, who had already sat up. Her eyes widened in surprise.
The infusion bottle in her hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Hot water flowed all over the ground.
She was stunned for a moment before her expression suddenly became incomparably surprised.
"Mom, Mom, my brother is awake!"
Wu Xuhong ran out of the house and shouted excitedly at Zhou Sufen.
"Sigh, I say, pour me a glass of water before you call for help.”
Wu Ziqiang sighed. His mouth was dry.
He struggled to get up. Because he had just transmigrated, his limbs were a little weak.
When he came to the Eight Immortals 'table, he poured a glass of water. Just as he poured it into his mouth, a thin middle-aged woman rushed in.
Wu Ziqiang, who was drinking water, was stunned for two seconds.
"Pa!"
A slap landed on Wu Ziqiang's face.
"Wu Ziqiang, let me tell you, your life was given by me, Zhou Sufen. You have no right to not take it. If you dare to seek death again, I'll break your legs!”
Zhou Sufen's eyes were filled with tears as she glared at Wu Ziqiang with disappointment.
Wu Ziqiang spat out the water that he had swallowed with great difficulty.
Can't you let him drink some water?
However, this was undoubtedly her biological mother. Only a biological mother would be like this. As the saying goes, the depth of love is accompanied by the severity of responsibility.
Before he transmigrated, Wu Ziqiang's mother passed away when he was very young.
When he was young, he had seen his friends being beaten by their mother for making mistakes. He had been very envious. No matter how much trouble he caused, no one would care about him.
Now, he finally experienced it.
Although he had been slapped, he still felt a warm feeling in his heart. This seemed to be the taste of home.
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