Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

----Brain Storage----

Zhang Xingwang woke up with a splitting headache. He opened his eyes and saw a room with a very old feel. He was lying on a shabby bunk bed. After a few bouts of dizziness, a large number of memories came to him. After a long while, he slowly got familiar with the memories and realized that he had traveled through time.

As a person at the bottom of society, he was living a peaceful life at home, eating hotpot and singing songs. As an orphan, he finally earned over ten thousand yuan a month through his own hard work. He celebrated a little, but when he woke up, he found himself traveling through time inexplicably. Who can he complain to?

I sorted out the original owner's memory. It is now 1958. Fortunately, the original owner was also called Zhang Xingwang, so he didn't need to change his name. After carefully recalling it, I was dumbfounded.

Nanluoguxiang, Siheyuan, Shazhu, Qinhuairu in the east city of Yanjing! It turned out to be the world of the TV series "Love in Siheyuan". Wow, I haven't watched this TV series either.

I just read some fan fiction in my spare time. The main and supporting characters were all demonized in various ways. I commented crazily at the time and reminded the author to do whatever we wanted. I only remember the general plot.

This is the end of me. After thinking for a while, it’s not right. I have traveled through time, but where is the system? I started to think about it in my mind, why is there no response? Brother Tong, where are you? How can I live without you? After struggling for a long time, I sighed. Thousands of words are summed up in one sentence: "Fuck!"

The original owner is 19 years old this year, the third child in the family, with two older sisters and two younger sisters. His father was a fourth-level fitter in the steel rolling mill, but he died on duty three years ago. His mother, Wang Xiulan, took his place and went to work in the workshop.

The factory allocated two side rooms in the backyard. Later, as the number of children increased, my father had no choice but to build a shed next to it to use as a kitchen and move the kitchen out, otherwise there would be no room in the house.

Zhang Xingwang walked out of the door slowly. Today was a day off, and no one was out in the yard at noon. His mother, Wang Xiulan, had gone out with his sisters to pick wild vegetables.

It is a difficult time now, and almost all food is unavailable in the market. Only my mother and my younger sister, who was born later, have a ration, which was only arranged when my mother took over my father's job. In order to fill their stomachs in the past few years, my father's compensation money has basically been used to buy food.

Because my father joined the factory a few years after he got married, the household registration of my siblings, except my youngest sister, all followed my mother's rural household registration. Later, when my mother went to work in the factory, she did not transfer their household registration to the city.

There is no other way. In difficult times, people would try to run to the city just to get a bite to eat. Food is too precious now. There are many people who are in a more difficult situation than Zhang Xingwang's family. His family has no connections, and the street office is also helpless.

The original owner's father was also a farmer. He was the youngest in the family, with three older sisters. His grandfather had only one son. The older generation married his father early in order to continue the family line.

After the marriage, the old man gritted his teeth and sold the family heirlooms to collect money, and asked someone to buy a job for my father in the steel mill. My father worked hard and was promoted to a fourth-level fitter. Unfortunately, he died of a mechanical failure, and the old man almost died because of this.

"Are you well, kid? Where are you going?"

Zhang Xingwang was about to reach the gate of the courtyard when he heard someone asking him. He turned around and saw that it was the legendary Third Uncle Yan Bugui. He was wearing glasses with tape and looked very smart. He was watering the flowers at his gate.

Only then did I remember that the original owner had been in poor health since childhood. He had had a fever for several days in a row and was confused. He went to the hospital again a few days ago, and the doctor told him to go home and recuperate, saying that he had a tumor in his brain. He should just do his best and leave the rest to fate.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you well now? Where are you going?"

"I'm almost recovered from my illness. I'm tired of staying at home. I want to go out for a walk."

The third uncle took a look and turned around to continue watering the flowers without saying a word, muttering to himself, "I'm afraid this is not a last burst of energy. With his death, the Zhang family will have no descendants."

Without bothering to pay attention to the third uncle, Zhang Xingwang turned and walked out of the gate, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar alley. The people coming and going were in a hurry. Although everyone looked pale, their spirits were very high.

I was thinking about how I should live in the future while walking, but I didn't expect that I was out of breath and dizzy after walking less than a hundred meters. Forget it, I should just go back and lie down. What the hell is this?

I have traveled through time, so curing diseases and strengthening the body should be basic operations. Why is it that I have compromised?

When he woke up after returning home, he found it was dark. The original owner's mother and sisters had all returned and were collecting wild vegetables. The house was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine. His mother Wang Xiulan saw that he had woken up and hurried to the kitchen to bring him a bowl of porridge.

"Xingwang, eat something as soon as you wake up. Mom went to find a folk remedy this afternoon. Your aunt's relative in the right yard said that he had the same disease as you, and he will be cured by taking this folk remedy."

"Eat something first, and take the medicine when it's ready. Your grandfather said that he asked someone to find an old Chinese doctor with great medical skills. It is said that his ancestors had treated nobles. I'll take you to see him when you're better."

Looking at the person in front of him, Zhang Xingwang didn't know what to say. If he said something wrong, it would be exposed and even more troublesome. He was stunned for a long time and replied "Yeah".

"Xingwang, are you awake? Oh good! Great! It seems this folk remedy is effective."

Wang Xiulan said happily. She felt hopeful now. Her son's fever had subsided and his mind was no longer confused.

Ignoring his mother's nagging, Zhang Xingwang stared at the corn paste and wild vegetables in the bowl, stunned. Is this edible? He couldn't eat it.

But my stomach reacted when I saw the food. Waves of hunger spread from my body to my brain. In the end, instinct overcame reason. I closed my eyes and drank the porridge in one breath. My mouth was instantly filled with the bitter taste of wild vegetables.

As he was savoring the food, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation. He looked up and saw his four sisters looking at him eagerly. The youngest sister was staring at the bowl in his hand without blinking and swallowing her saliva.

After taking a look, they were all skinny. The tallest one should be the eldest sister Zhang Zhaodi, followed by the second sister Zhang Pandi and the fourth sister Zhang Ruonan, and the youngest sister Zhang Xiaoya, who was biting her fingers and drooling as she looked at his bowl, made Zhang Xingwang feel uncomfortable.

The sisters had the same dark yellow complexion and skinny body as their mother, and were almost unrecognizable. Even the younger sister, who was a little better, had a big head, which was obviously caused by long-term hunger and malnutrition.

It seems that this bowl of wild vegetables and corn paste is the best thing in the house. As a modern person, how can I stand such a look? Zhang Xingwang was at a loss.

At this time, Wang Xiulan came over and took the bowl, looked at the bottom of the bowl, then filled the bowl with water, gave it to the eldest sister and said:

"There's still some left. Give it to your younger sister to drink. Don't disturb your brother's rest."

The eldest sister said "hmm" and took her sisters to drink porridge. Wang Xiulan came over and said lovingly:

"Lie down and rest when you're full. You've just felt a little better, don't tire yourself out anymore."

Zhang Xingwang was so confused this time that he said,

"I know, Mom."

It was easier to call out "Mom" than he thought, but as an orphan, he had a strange feeling in his heart that he had never experienced before. Looking at his mother in front of him, his body felt warm.

Well, I should have eaten something. I felt my body slowly regaining strength and I felt much more energetic. I thought to myself that it wasn't because I had traveled through time and space and had no benefits. I was just simply hungry. The original body's illness should have been cured.