Xu Damao's Thirty-Six Stratagems in Siheyuan

On the winter solstice of 1954, a man was lying on a downhill road leading to the old city from a rural area in western Beijing. Not far from the man, a half-new -inch bicycle lay broken. There were two large boxes hanging on both sides of the back seat, and a large cloth bag tied in the middle of the back seat. A leather briefcase hanging on the handlebars was still hanging, but the bicycle was lying on the ground, only five or six meters away from the man.

It was freezing cold, and it snowed last night, making the roads slippery. The weather was very cold, and there was no one in the middle of nowhere.

I don't know what time it was when I lay there alone. It was around 3pm when I started to move. Maybe it was because I was cold, maybe it was because I fell, or maybe it was possessed by a ghost. I opened my eyes but didn't move. I could only see hot air coming out of my mouth.

Fortunately, the person didn't pass away, which was good. If he didn't wake up, and no one passed by to help him, when it got dark, and another night passed, he would have turned into a lump of ice.

Fortunately, luckily, and fortunately, he woke up and was able to vent his anger.

The memories of the two forces began to return to their bodies.

"Damn, free falling from the 16th floor turns out to be just like this. It seems fine, and it doesn't seem too difficult. Damn, whose cotton-padded jacket is this? It's so ugly. Where's my down jacket? Where's my imported scarf? Oh, it's at that little bitch's house. Damn, this is such a bad luck."

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head. When he came to his senses, Xu Damao touched his head and found it was bloody. He struggled to get up and realized that his whole body was sore and he was weak.

The thick sleeves of the army green coat startled Xu Damao: What the hell is this? I don't even remember buying this antique-style army green cotton jacket.

Another clear and long memory began to awaken.

Xu Damao, an 18-year-old promising young man in New China, started working at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill after the Spring Festival this year. His position is a projectionist, which is actually a movie projectionist. Because the steel mill is a large enterprise, it has to undertake propaganda work in some areas, mainly projecting promotional films and movies to the countryside. He just projected movies in two villages in Haidian yesterday, but it snowed at the end and he couldn't go back at night. Today he had breakfast and lunch in the village before rushing back to Sijiucheng to hand in the task. Unexpectedly, the snow made the road too slippery, and the downhill section was too long to get off. In order to protect the valuable projection equipment in the back seat, he could only find an opportunity to overturn. He didn't want to slide more than five meters, and his head hit a big rock on the side of the road. He fainted, or it is possible that he has passed away, but now he has merged with Xu Damao who fell freely from the 16th floor in the future.

A 60-year cycle of life?

Or are the names somewhat similar?

Or is it because both of them have the same love for the young woman?

……

Xu Damao realized: Very good, very good. As a senior talent with a double degree in Chinese and history, I can go back to the 60s. This means I know about the past five thousand years and the future sixty years.

At least I can still breathe! Xu Damao, Love in the Courtyard? A book? Who cares? Live first and read slowly.

I got up with difficulty. My head really hurt and my body felt a little weak.

I limped back to check the 28-inch bicycle. The chain was off. I lifted it up, stabilized the bicycle, and checked the box containing the movie projector. Fortunately, fortunately, the worst thing was that the projector was broken. Although I didn't have to pay for it myself, I probably wouldn't be able to get a permanent job before the end of the year.

He took a few deep breaths and decided to go to the nearest Qinghe Commune to make a phone call back to the factory.

Ask for leave. You must ask for leave and stay in the hospital for a few days. Maybe you can get a good reputation for being active in work and not leaving the front line even with a minor injury. Otherwise, you will have to explain why you are away from work, not to mention salary deductions, and it will affect your job promotion.

Without caring about the oil stains on the chain, I reinstalled the chain and shook the pedals hard twice, and it was done.

After riding a bicycle for more than half an hour, we arrived at the Qinghe People's Commune.

"Hello, I'm the projectionist of the propaganda film at the Beijing Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. I just fell on the road and feel unwell. I want to use the commune phone to report the situation to the factory, ask for leave, and then go to the health center for a check-up."

"Oh? You weren't the one who showed movies at the Red Star Factory before. I remember your name was Xu Fugui. How come you've replaced Master Xu Fugui now?"

The commune cadre was quite easy to talk to. It was just a matter of borrowing his phone, and it didn't cost him any money. Besides, he was the projectionist who brought movies from Kyoto to the countryside. From now on, the villages in Qinghe would have to rely on him to show movies.

"My dear leader, the Xu Fugui you mentioned is actually my old man. He transferred himself to the cinema of the cultural center to show movies so that I could enter the steel rolling mill. Now this job is handed over to me. I will have to trouble you again in the future."

"Oh, I see. It's good that the son follows in his father's footsteps. Then hurry up and fight. I see that you were really badly injured. I called and reported it immediately. Go to the health center to get bandaged and treated. Your equipment bicycle is parked in the commune. It's fine."

"Yes, thank you, commune leader."

Xu Damao hurriedly shook his head, picked up the microphone, connected to the Red Star Factory, and then transferred to the Propaganda Department.

"Chief Li, I'm the projectionist Xu Damao. Oh, yes, yes, ... it snowed yesterday and I didn't have time to get back. Today the roads were slippery and I fell, which was pretty serious. Well, well, the equipment is fine, but I'm not. My head is broken open and I feel dizzy. I can't get back. ... I'm in Qinghe Commune now. I want to go to the commune health center to have a look and check. I think, maybe, possibly, I must have a concussion... Well, I feel dizzy and want to vomit.

Okay, thank you, Chief Li, I'll hang up now. Okay, I'll go back right away after I've seen it."

After hanging up the phone, he left the car and equipment at the commune, and carrying his briefcase went to the health center not far from the commune compound.

After a series of noisy operations, the broken skin on the head was cleaned, mercurochrome was quickly applied, and several rounds of gauze were wrapped around it. There were indeed symptoms of concussion. The doctor wrote a diagnosis in the medical record, prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs, and asked me to stay in the hospital for observation overnight.

This was exactly what Xu Damao wanted. After finishing all the things, Xu Damao did not forget to eat a bowl of mutton noodles at the only restaurant in Qinghe Commune, and drank three taels of liquor before going back to the hospital to lie on the bed.

The pain was not scary, nor was it scary that his military coat and cotton pants were dirty. What was scary was that Xu Damao now had a scary memory of the plot. He wanted to lie on the bed, relax and think about how to go in the future. He also wanted to confirm whether he really entered the plot or really traveled to the real 1950s.

Xu Damao was still a little confused. Thinking about how he would be kicked in the genitals by the silly Zhu in the plot and become a family without a son, the thought of this made his hair stand on end and he shuddered.

How could it be broken by a stupid kick?

Hazily thinking about the plots brought to him by Xu Damao and the real development of Kyoto in the future, he was shocked, surprised, and disgusted by some of his own actions, especially the fact that he reported his future father-in-law and future capitalist daughter-in-law.

He looked down on his future self and was very angry. He wanted to kill himself.

I fell into a daze and gradually fell asleep under the influence of alcohol and injuries.