Ye Chuan opened his eyes and saw a mottled wall. One wall was covered with newspapers, some of which had already turned yellow.
"Is this a hospital?"
Ye Chuan had a question in his heart. Wasn't he climbing the mountain before?
On the weekend, he invited a few colleagues he had a good relationship with to climb the mountain. Just as he was halfway up the mountain, he saw a faint inscription on a steep cliff.
Ye Chuan majored in history when he was in university, so he was naturally excited to see such a situation. He took the risk to climb up the cliff to take a closer look, but he did not expect to slip and fall down the cliff.
He could not remember what happened after that. When he woke up, he was in this extremely simple room.
Just as he was about to call someone over to ask, Ye Chuan suddenly felt his head swell, followed by another sharp pain, and he fainted again.
After an unknown period of time, Ye Chuan slowly woke up and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Although he had fainted just now, he knew clearly what had happened in his mind.
Perhaps it was because he died in an accident in his previous life and his life was not over yet. He had transmigrated to a 20-year-old boy with the same name as him, but he had transmigrated back to 60 years ago and arrived in 1961, when he lacked food and clothing.
Unlike other transmigrators, his parents were still alive in this life. He was not fighting alone.
What made him laugh and cry the most was that the courtyard Ye Chuan lived in was exactly the courtyard that was full of birds in the TV series in his previous life.
His father was a stevedorer at the rolling mill. He was a dull, honest, and dutiful person. His mother was a housewife. Her health was not too good and she could not do heavy work.
The Ye family lived in the middle courtyard, which was the most lively part of the courtyard house. They were neighbors with Yi Zhonghai and lived on the east side of the middle courtyard.
As the Ye family was the first batch of residents in the Siheyuan, the area of the house was much larger than Yi Zhonghai's house, and they were often run over.
He Yuzhu occupied the main room in the middle courtyard, which was one of the best rooms in the entire courtyard. The White Lotus Qin Huairu's house was on the west side of the middle courtyard, and next to it was the drooping flower door that led into the backyard.
Yi Zhonghai was a Level 7 fitter in the rolling mill and was about to take the Level 8 examination. He earned the most money in the yard and was appointed as the boss of the yard by the street office.
In the front yard lived Third Uncle Yan Bugui's family. They were self-proclaimed cultured people and were Chinese teachers at Red Star Primary School.
Liu Haizhong was a Level 6 blacksmith, the second master of the yard. He lived in the main house in the backyard and was neighbors with Xu Damao, the movie projectionist of the rolling mill. The house of the deaf old lady in the yard was on the west side of the backyard.
There were 20 households living in the entire courtyard house. In addition to these people who could be called, there were also some neighbors that Ye Chuan was not familiar with.
Ye Chuan's father, Ye Yongshun, was a loading and unloading worker at the rolling mill. He did the most tiring job every day and his salary was only 33 yuan. Her mother, Liu Yue, was a housewife. She had a miscarriage ten years ago when she was pregnant with her second child, which caused her body to be very weak.
The family relied on Ye Yongshun's 33 yuan to survive. Fortunately, there was only one child, Ye Chuan. Otherwise, it would be difficult to survive in this era of lack of food and clothing.
Because of their undignified work, the Ye family's presence in the Siheyuan was very low. Especially since the Ye family's house occupied a relatively large area, it was very hated by people.
With the original owner's memory, Ye Chuan finally knew what was going on.
Two years ago, the Host graduated from high school but failed to get into university, so she wanted to work directly. In the end, that year was the first year of the Great Famine. The factories could not even feed their own workers, so how could they be in the mood to recruit people?
Ye Yongshun was just a loading and unloading worker. He was of little importance in the factory and could not help his son at all. This dragged on for two years.
A few days ago, there was finally some progress on the work. The street office found a job for Ye Chuan. It was a material recycling company in Beijing. It sounded quite high and mighty, but it was actually collecting waste.
Ye Chuan was also a high school graduate. Naturally, he didn't want to collect waste. He was so angry that he lay on the brick bed every day and sulked.
Perhaps the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Perhaps the original owner was narrow-minded to begin with. A mouthful of gloomy air surged up and she suffocated herself to death, benefiting Ye Chuan, the transmigrator.
The Host couldn't be blamed for being picky. In this era, high school education was even more impressive than 211 in the future. However, in terms of employment, it was still inferior to secondary school students and junior college students.
Ye Chuan's classmates either got into the university they liked or found a promising factory through connections. Only he had wasted two years and in the end, he had to collect waste.
As he was thinking, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
It was his father, Ye Yongshun. Seeing his son still curled up on the brick bed, he couldn't help but sigh, shake his head, and leave.
He understood his son's depression, and he hated himself for not being able to let his son work in the rolling mill.
In order to let Ye Chuan enter the rolling mill, Ye Yongshun bought cigarette tickets and liquor tickets at a high price in the black market. He went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy cigarettes and alcohol, and then went to his neighbor Yi Zhonghai's house. He wanted the other party to help arrange for his son to enter the rolling mill, even if he had to enter the workshop as a worker.
Who knew that Yi Zhonghai had agreed to it verbally and accepted the cigarettes and wine, but he did not do anything. If Ye Yongshun did not take the initiative to ask, he would not even mention it.
"Old Ye, I went to look for Deputy Factory Manager Li, but the other party was in a difficult position. The factory has a radish and a pit. It's not easy to arrange!”
Ye Yongshun didn't say anything. He nodded and went home. He wasn't a fool. He knew that the other party was just trying to avoid him.
With Yi Zhonghai's status as a Level 7 fitter who was about to take the Level 8 test, he could easily get Ye Chuan to enter the factory by pleading for mercy. He was obviously not going to save Ye Chuan.
Ye Yongshun was so angry that he almost passed out.
The original owner had seen all these things, but she had inherited her father's personality. She couldn't do anything about it. If it was the current Ye Chuan, he would definitely turn the world upside down.
At this moment, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
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