Siheyuan: The Idiot in Charge

Chapter 1 The Rebirth of a Fool

Early morning in the winter of 1960, Niufang Village, Changping County, Beijing.

In a farmer's firewood shed with drafts from all sides, a low groan came from a tattered quilt on a small bed made of wooden boards next to the firewood pile.

Jia Weidong slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dilapidated woodshed in front of him: Where am I? Am I not lying at home with that mysterious clone high fever? how…

A memory that did not belong to him came fiercely, and Jia Weidong, who had a splitting headache, cold and hungry, fainted again.

I don't know how long it took, Jia Weidong woke up again, thinking about the memories in his mind that were not his own, he knew that he had traveled through time.

My original surname is Jia. I have five brothers and sisters in my family. The eldest brother Jia Yi, named Jia Chunsheng, is 18 years old this year. I am the second oldest child, 15 years old this year, and my third sister Jia Chunhua is 12 years old. The fourth brother Jia Saner, named Jia Chunming, is 10 years old. The fifth sister, Jia Chuntao, is 6 years old.

His father, Jia Fuguo, is a villager in Niufang Village. He is 46 years old this year. His mother, Jia Chen, is 40 years old. There is also a grandfather in his 60s. Grandma Jia Liu just died of illness last month.

Everyone in the village said that grandma died of illness, but only Jia Weidong knew that grandma died of starvation.

The original person fell ill with a high fever not long after he was born, which burned out his brain. He has been suffering from dementia and is not welcome at home.

In this era of lack of food and clothing, his younger brothers and sisters not only often teased him, but also competed with him for food.

Only grandma felt sorry for this stupid grandson who was so hungry that he was skinny and bones. She often secretly left her own food for him. When she was hungry, she would go to the mountain to peel bark from trees and dig up Guanyin soil to eat. Her stomach turned green and bloated, and she finally died.

From then on, no one cared about the life and death of a fool. On this snowy night when he was hungry and cold, the fool followed his grandma.

Jia Weidong came through time.

"Er Donkey, Er Donkey, get up. If you don't get up, breakfast will be gone." Third Sister's crisp voice came from outside the woodshed door.

<divclass="contentadv"> He forced his trembling body to put on a worn-out cotton jacket and cotton trousers, and went to the kitchen according to the original memory in his mind.

He picked up the small half bowl of stick porridge that was so thin that you could see a person's face on the stove.

"Hululu..."

I drank it silently in three sips, and finally felt a little warmth in my body.

Without looking at the family sitting having breakfast, he lowered his head and walked out of the kitchen.

The cold wind blew, and Jia Weidong shivered. He wrapped his torn cotton jacket tightly around his upper body, returned to his nest, and sat beside his wooden bed, his thoughts racing.

In his previous life, Jia Weidong was born in Northern Jiangsu. After graduating from high school, he went to work in a weaving factory in Tongcheng, Jiangbei Province. Later, he started his own business and opened a building materials store. He bought a house in Tongcheng and dreamed of retiring in a few years, lying down and fishing. However, things did not go as planned. After the outbreak of the epidemic, business was slow and unsustainable.

Jia Weidong decided to change his career and start an ecological farm. He returned to his hometown and contracted 200 acres of land. He planned, loaned and leveled the land, built living houses, dug fish ponds for steel frame greenhouses and warehouses, built pig houses, sheep pens, chicken coops, and purchased equipment. …

It was a busy day. The infrastructure construction had just been completed and before he had time to buy seedlings and breeding birds, Jia Weidong was infected. His high fever persisted and his whole body was weak. He could only lie on the bed at home to rest. In 1960, he came to the capital, Changping County. This is a small mountain village called Niufang Village.

Niufang Village is located at the foot of Changping Mountain in the northeast of Changping County, about 40 kilometers away from the capital. The village has six production teams and more than farmers. The second production team where the Jia family belongs has more than households.

The Jia family lived at the foot of a hill. There was a drainage ditch in front of the door, but there was no water. The rural conditions at this time were really poor. There were six houses in a row with adobe houses, and the adobe walls were usually cut from the mountain. The trees are used as beams, and the moso bamboo strips are covered with thatch.

The person who lives next door to Jia's east is named Zhou, and the person who lives to the west is named Li... Just as I was thinking about it, a half-year-old boy suddenly shouted "Two donkeys, two donkeys" outside the yard.

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