Return to 1958 and build a century-old giant

Chapter 1 The Beginning of Time Travel
In a dizzy state, Yang Wendong felt as if two people were whispering in his ears:

"Yiyi, you should go to sleep for a while. It's already 2 o'clock in the morning."

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy. Dong's temperature is too high now. I have to keep using a wet towel to cool him down."

"But if you take care of him like this, your body will also collapse, and this disease is contagious, right?"

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm still young. You should stay away from me."

"Infected? Are you sick again? No wonder you feel so dizzy?"

In a daze, Yang Wendong fell asleep again. He didn't know how long it had been before he felt that he seemed to be able to control his body a little.

During this moment, a large amount of memories flooded into his mind.

He traveled through time and arrived in Greater Hong Kong in January 1958!
Like himself, his current name is also Yang Wendong. He is a young man living in a squatter's house in Hong Kong. He was born in 1941 and is 18 years old this year.

At this moment, he was lying on a very hard wooden bed with a heated towel on his forehead. Next to him, there was a girl sleeping on the bed.

In the memories that Yang Wendong received, he learned that her name was Su Yiyi.

"Creak~~"

The wooden bed was very fragile. Yang Wendong just moved subconsciously because his back was a little uncomfortable, and the wooden board made a sound.

"Brother Dong, are you awake?"

Su Yiyi, who had just been lying on the edge of the bed, heard the sound of the wooden bed. Like a sensitive little white rabbit in the wild, she immediately got up and found Yang Wendong who had woken up.

"Awake." Yang Wendong said with a little smile, but he just felt a little tired.

In his previous memory, he knew he had the flu.

Su Yiyi quickly stood up, turned the towel on Yang Wendong's head over, touched his neck, and said, "Brother Dong, your temperature was so high last night that I was so worried. Now it has finally cooled down."

"I should be fine." Yang Wendong said with a comforting smile.

Su Yiyi said quickly: "I'll go call my mother. She has prepared some food for you."

"Okay." Yang Wendong said softly.

After a while, a middle-aged woman with a vicissitudes of life came over: "Dongzai, are you okay?"

"Much better, Aunt Guo." Yang Wendong replied with a little smile.

Aunt Guo held a bowl in her hand and said, "Here are your favorite eggs."

"Thank you." Yang Wendong was really grateful in his heart and also empathized with the original person's feelings.

Aunt Guo is not his direct relative, but she raised him.

In his early years, Yang Wendong's parents had a good relationship with the Su family. Later, when the war broke out, they joined the army to fight against the Japanese. Then there was no news from them and it was said that they had died.

Aunt Guo later fled with her two children to Hong Kong, but it was too difficult for a woman to raise two children, and the family has been surviving on a tight schedule until now.

It was not until the past two years when Yang Wendong reached half adulthood that his life became a little better.

"Why are you being so polite, kid?" Aunt Guo smiled and said, "I also bought half a chicken, Yiyi, you can roast the chicken tonight."

Su Yiyi nodded and agreed: "Okay, Mom."

Aunt Guo added, "I have to go to work now. Yiyi, please take good care of your brother Dong."

"Yeah, okay." Su Yiyi agreed again.

After Yang Wendong finished eating the eggs, he felt a sense of comfort in his stomach. It had been a long time since he had eaten meat.

This made him feel a sense of crisis because they were too poor.

Where they are now is the shantytown in Hong Kong, a slum built by refugees who have nowhere to live, using pieces of wood to piece together.

Heavy rain, mosquitoes, fire, water shortage, infectious diseases, violence, and poverty threaten everyone here at any time. "Brother Dong." Suddenly, Su Yiyi's voice came: "I'm working, you take a rest first."

"Okay." Yang Wendong replied smoothly.

Through the door that only one person could pass through, he saw Su Yiyi embroidering cloth. This was a job often done by women in the shanty towns. It allowed her to take care of the family at the same time without having to go to the factory.

However, this job is extremely harmful to the eyes. Many people will become severely myopic or even blind when they reach their thirties or forties.

"Do we need to make money quickly?" Yang Wendong was anxious.

In such an environment, he wanted to leave the shanty town as soon as possible, even if it meant selling his body.

"Write a novel?" Yang Wendong quickly thought of the most common routine of time-travel novels in his previous life. Although this method was old-fashioned, it did not require a lot of upfront costs.

But he quickly denied it because he didn't even have a pen or paper, and although he could read traditional Chinese characters, it would probably take him some time to become familiar with writing them.

Moreover, he didn't have the writing skills. Although he roughly remembered the plots of several of Jin Yong's novels, it was estimated that what he wrote would be completely unreadable. Even if it was the online writing of Xiaobai in his previous life, most people couldn't write that well.

Afterwards, he thought about many methods of starting from scratch in online articles from his previous life, but he didn't find any method that was suitable for his current situation.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt better and got up and walked out.

Su Yiyi heard the noise and quickly said, "Brother Dong, why are you up?"

Yang Wendong replied: "My waist hurts after lying in bed for a long time."

This is true. The beds in the shanty are all made of wooden boards, and they are not very flat. As for quilts, forget it. In winter, you can just find some clothes to sleep with. Anyway, it is difficult to freeze to death in Hong Kong in winter.

"Oh." Su Yiyi said, "Liming came just now. I thought you were sleeping, so I went to call him."

"Okay." Yang Wendong said in surprise: "Didn't he go to work at the dock?"

"I don't know." Su Yiyi put down the work in her hands, then walked to the east. After a while, she brought someone back: "Brother Dong, you are fine."

"Almost." Yang Wendong asked with a smile: "Why are you back?"

Zhao Liming sighed and said, "Suddenly, the docks didn't want any more people, so I was sent back. Alas, I'm out of work again."

"Let's look for it later. We'll come together then." Yang Wendong patted his brother on the shoulder and said.

There was no good way to make money, so he could only find a way to work and earn money to support himself.

But in this era, there are many people but few jobs. Even if you want to work, you can't just go there whenever you want. These young people all do part-time jobs, and they can usually only find work three to five days out of ten.

Su Yiyi said at the side: "I'm going to go in and cook. Liming, you can eat with us tonight."

"No, no, no." Zhao Liming shook his head and said, "I have already eaten at noon, so I won't eat at night. I don't want to waste food."

"It's okay to have a steamed bun. I'll cook braised chicken for Brother Dong in the evening, and you can have some of the soup." Su Yiyi said with a smile.

Then she went "home" to prepare food.

Zhao Liming said with a smile: "Brother Dong, I am grateful to you today."

"You're welcome." Yang Wendong smiled. In the hut, it was really hard to eat meat.

Sudden:

"Ah" Su Yiyi screamed in the house.

"What happened?" Yang Wendong and the other man ran in immediately, only to see Yiyi holding the chicken with a tearful look on her face. She said, "The chicken was bitten by a rat."

"Rat?" Yang Wendong seemed to be thinking about something.

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