Break out of the courtyard

January 1962, 2, New Year's Eve.

The capital, the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluogu Lane, Zhang's house in the northeast corner of the backyard.

12-year-old Zhang Heping sat quietly on the threshold of his house, smelling the dumpling steam overflowing from Liu Haizhong's house in the east wing next door, looking at the yellow light bulbs from Xu Damao's house in the west wing diagonally opposite, and listening to the laughter from He Yuzhu's house in the south wing. .

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Heping got up and returned to his dimly lit home. He walked to the square table behind the door, used the light outside the door to accompany his family, and clumsily made a matchbox.

The atmosphere in the house was a bit depressing, even more uncomfortable than on a cold winter night.

Zhang Heping had just finished fusing the memory of this body's previous owner and knew that most of the reasons were caused by him.

The drought and famine that began in 59 unleashed unprecedented destructive power during the lean period of early 62.

Zhang Heping does not know the specific damage data, but it is evident from the fact that his grandmother took Zhang Heping's two sisters to escape here.

Zhang Heping's time travel is also related to their arrival.

Zhang Heping's father, Zhang Bing, lost his right leg while aiding North Korea a few years ago. He transferred to the security department of the Red Star Rolling Mill in the capital and got a casual job as a night watchman at the warehouse, earning a monthly salary of 56 yuan.

Before the famine, Zhang Bing's salary was enough to support his family. After sending money and food to his mother and two daughters in the countryside every month, he could also support the families of his deceased comrades.

But after the drought started, the price of food stamps kept rising again and again.

A year ago, the black market price of 1 kilogram of food stamps in the capital was as high as 3 yuan, and the national general food stamps were even higher.

As a result, their family will be in trouble!

Because Zhang Heping’s registered permanent residence is the same as that of his mother, Ma Xiuzhen, and they both have agricultural registered permanent residence without urban food supply. The monthly quota of food provided by his father, Zhang Bing, is simply not enough.

Nowadays, coupled with the grandmother and two sisters who have just escaped from the countryside, life here is even more difficult.

The previous owner of this body complained that his grandmother and two sisters should not come here, so he did not eat dumplings during the New Year, and was slapped by his father and reincarnated.

The current Zhang Heping was a mediocre and unemployed uncle in his previous life. He was slapped by his wife and became a reborn man because he was playing games at home and brought a cheat.

Paste Matchbox: Getting Started (5%).

Paste Matchbox: Getting Started (6%).

While Zhang Heping was pasting matchboxes with stiff fingers, his skill improvement progress kept flashing through his mind, and some experience and skills in pasting matchboxes appeared out of thin air in his mind.

However, this plug-in will only be activated when Zhang Heping does something, and it will only accelerate the improvement of one skill.

For example, when he was thinking about the past and present life on the threshold, the skill he improved [Thinking: Proficient (76%)] was no longer improved at this time.

Zhang Heping understood this plug-in as a plug-in to assist in accelerating learning.

In this life, if he wants to have a career and live a life like a master, he must rely on this plug-in and learn more skills.

However, the top priority is to solve the problem of food and accommodation!

"Mistress, use less glue!" Ma Xiuzhen, the mother on the left, said as she stretched out a new piece of paper and wiped away the glue on Zhang Heping's fingers.

Immediately afterwards, the grandmother on the right, Xie Ermei, also brought a new box of paper to wipe it on.

Zhang Heping raised his head and glanced around. The 16-year-old eldest sister Zhang Zhaodi and the 14-year-old second sister Zhang Pandi were sitting on the other side of the grandmother and mother respectively, silently burying matchboxes.

He originally wanted to apologize for his predecessor's scolding incident in the afternoon and lighten the atmosphere in the room. After all, they were family members from now on.

But there is still some gap in his heart, and he is still trying to adapt to this strange people and things.

When his Matchbox Sticking skill reaches proficiency (33%), there are no more boxes of paper on the table.

In these difficult years, even the matchbox tasks assigned by the subdistrict office are limited.

Because the wages for pasting matchboxes were paid in stick noodles, and the street office didn’t have any extra food to distribute, so we had to make do with it.

Mother Ma Xiuzhen took out the half bowl of paste left on the table, and grandma and her two sisters also left the room, leaving Zhang Heping alone in the dark room.

This is a very small house with no earthen bed. The bed is made of several wooden boards placed on stones. There is barely a square table and a bench beside the bed.

Apart from the bedding on the bed, the miscellaneous items under the bed, and the odds and ends hanging on the wall, there was nothing else in the room, not even a window.

This is one of the reasons why they kept the door open and used light to paste matchboxes in the cold night.

Another reason is that kerosene and candles are also supplied by ticket and are in short supply.

As for electric lights, his family originally had them, but in order to reduce expenses, they stopped using them the year before last.

Not long after, five bowls of steaming soup were served on the table. Her mother, Ma Xiuzhen, lit a kerosene lamp and came in. Then she closed the door to block out the cold outside.

Zhang Heping sat on the edge of the bed and stirred his bowl of sticky paste with chopsticks, as if there were broken pieces of cornstarch in it.

In the memory of the previous owner, this bowl of soup was the thickest meal since grandma and her two sisters came here.

Look at the clear soup in the bowls of grandma and mother, and the soup in the bowls of the two sisters sitting with their backs to the door, because they can’t see clearly through the kerosene lamp.

However, judging from what they had eaten at noon and the little paste left just now, it is estimated that the paste in the bowls of the two sisters was not much thicker.

This made Zhang Heping lament that the lean years were not easy, and also blamed the previous owner for being ignorant.

"Grandma, I'm not hungry, you can eat my bowl."

Before Zhang Heping finished speaking, he had already taken away the bowl of clear soup in front of his grandma and brought it to his mouth.

While the four women in the room were stunned, Zhang Heping had already gulped down the hot soup.

Sure enough, as he saw, the bowl was just soup with salt added, not even any big crumbs.

This family is so embarrassed!

"Sanwazi..."

"I'm full!" Zhang Heping put down the empty bowl, turned around and crawled to the corner of the bed without giving grandma a chance to eat.

Just when the four girls thought Zhang Heping was still angry about not eating dumplings on New Year's Eve, Zhang Heping turned his back to them and angrily apologized to his former owner.

"Sister, I was wrong! I shouldn't have scolded you this afternoon. This is all caused by the dry weather. I don't blame you."

As soon as these words came out, the room seemed to feel much warmer.

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The next day, morning.

Zhang Heping woke up from hunger and huddled in bed to relax for a while before he accepted that he had traveled through time and found that his grandmother and the others had disappeared.

He wore a set of dark blue cotton-padded clothes and trousers, and a pair of black cotton-padded shoes. He got out of bed and searched around the house and outside, but couldn't find anything to eat. In addition, the matchbox that he had pasted last night was missing, so he guessed that grandma and the others would not be able to eat. They should have gone out to exchange for food.

Helpless, he could only lift the thermos bottle, pour a bowl of hot water, add some salt, and temporarily deceive his stomach.

He put his hands in his sleeves and sat on the threshold again, wondering where to find food in the ice and snow. It was said that he was a reborn person with cheats!

Not long after, he picked up his tin bucket, went to the faucet beside the sink in the backyard, and returned with half a bucket of water.

Then, he found a hammer and nails from under the bed, and used the hammer to bend a thin iron nail into the shape of a fishhook.

Then, he used the hammer as a fishing rod, found a piece of hemp rope as a fishing line, tied a small nut as a lead sinker, and finally tied a nail hook and threw it into the bucket to simulate fishing. He tried to hang up and improve his fishing skills, but unfortunately he failed. .

He had no choice but to carry a bucket and tools and go to Shichahai to try it out.

In my memory, there were many people digging through the ice to fish.

Zhang Heping came out from the backyard. In the middle courtyard, he saw Qin Huairu, a pregnant woman, washing diapers by the sink, and in the front yard, he saw skinny Yan Bugui playing with potted plants in front of the door.

This reminded him of those Siheyuan fan novels he had read in his previous life. He wondered if these people in the courtyard were really such beasts.

After leaving the courtyard, walking in the familiar yet unfamiliar alleys, Zhang Heping headed west. From time to time, he saw some adults carrying spittoons and urine buckets to the public toilets to pour night fragrance; there were also a few little kids who lit firecrackers and threw them at Zhang Heping. He took out his hammer and scared away.

After leaving the alley, we walked not long before we arrived at the already frozen front sea.

Zhang Heping observed for a moment that there were a few figures skating on the ice here, but there were no fishermen, and there were no holes in the ice that could be picked up for use.

He searched north along the coast. When he arrived at the wide Houhai, there were fewer people skating and more people cutting ice for fishing.

In this difficult period when you can’t necessarily buy fresh meat even if you have a meat ticket, fish seems to be the most easily available meat.

Zhang Heping found an ice hole only a few meters offshore, guessing that it was dug by a novice, and gave up without catching any fish.

He only poked the hole with a hammer and found water.

Then, he took out the hammer fishing rod and turned the iron bucket upside down to use as a stool. He didn't see Zhang Heping hanging the bait, so he lowered the iron hook into the water, and anyone who wanted to take the bait took the bait.

Fishing: Getting Started (1%).

Fishing: Getting Started (2%).

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