Siheyuan: Living in the People's Community, with a Heart for the Red Star

When Lao Yang heard Yan Bugui's cry, he knew that he could not carry out the experiment now. He could only deal with it for the time being, otherwise he didn't know what kind of trouble would happen.

Old Yang stood up and opened the door. He said to Yan Bugui who was about to push the door open, "It's okay, it's okay. I just had a severe headache all of a sudden, so I moved a little too much!"

The third uncle also knew that Lao Yang had a headache, so he felt relieved.

"That's good, that's good. We are all in the same hospital and should help each other. If anyone has a big illness or a small disaster, we should help them if we can." Yan Bugui glanced into the room and said loudly.

"It's okay, I'll go back first. If you have anything to say, just tell me!" Seeing that the effect was achieved, Yan Bugui turned around and left.

Watching Yan Bugui leave quickly, I looked up at the sky and estimated that it was around 6 a.m. I closed the door and went back to the house, folded the bedding, changed clothes, turned off the stove, and went out to work.

The Dongzhimen branch where Lao Yang works is not far from the Hongxing Courtyard, and it only takes about 20 minutes to walk. The guard office is composed of a team of 10 people, who take turns to stand guard. Since Lao Yang is a disabled retired soldier and does not need to stand guard, he has been responsible for registering visitor information and sending and receiving newspapers in the guard room.

At a roadside stall, he spent 1 yuan and half a pound of food coupons to buy two buns, a fried dough stick, and a bowl of soy milk. After eating them, he went to work according to the original owner's memory. Since he was shot and changed jobs, Lao Yang's lifestyle has been very self-disciplined. He does not smoke, drink, or eat at guests' expense, which also means that Lao Yang has few friends. Due to physical reasons, he did not marry or have children. His biggest hobby is reading newspapers and flipping through legendary books.

Lao Yang sat in the guard room, sorted out the affairs at hand, picked up a newspaper to pretend, but consciously sorted out the memories in his mind. After sorting out, he found that the original owner was really amazing. He was proficient in Japanese, Russian, Manchu, Mongolian, and could have daily conversations in English and French. He was proficient in Sanda wrestling, gun shooting, lurking disguise, blasting, and driving.

What's even more amazing is that during the war, he assassinated 1 Japanese colonel, 1 lieutenant colonel, 5 majors, and even more other personnel, including a Japanese consul. A large number of Japanese and puppet agents were dealt with by Lao Yang. Finally, when he was arresting a latent agent, a grenade fragment shot into his brain and he fell into a coma. Due to limited medical conditions, the fragment could not be removed. After he was rescued, he could not continue to work and was forced to change his job.

Old Yang, who was originally very happy, suddenly sighed: The master's body, the servant's life! The job of the security guard is indeed very suitable for Old Yang's current physical condition. His body does not allow him to do anything he wants!

The work of a security guard was not easy in those days. Because the liberation was not long ago, the propaganda was not strong enough, there were too few channels for receiving information, the legal consciousness was weak, the enemy's sabotage activities were frequent, there were a lot of weapons in the civilian population, and armed elements often attacked government agencies. The security guards had to stand guard with guns. Most people still feared officials more than the law. The conflicts between neighbors were basically coordinated by the elders or people of high moral character. Few people called the police. This is also the reason why the people in the courtyards on TV were willing to hold a meeting to solve the problem.

Time passed quickly and it was almost time to get off work. Lao Yang handed over his work to his colleagues and walked back slowly.

The winters of the 1960s were very cold. After get off work, most people would rush home to drink some hot soup and stay indoors to keep warm. Going out for a walk without having enough food was asking for trouble. Lao Yang didn't see many people strolling along the way. They all hurried along with their heads down. He bought a few buns at a delicatessen near the courtyard and hurried home.

When I entered the door, I subconsciously saw Uncle San sitting by the window looking out through the reflection of the window. This is just like what is described in other novels. Uncle San is indeed a conscientious gatekeeper. He remembers clearly who has passed through here and what they have brought. He even wants to smell the fart! Uncle San's motto is "Eat well and drink well, but if you don't plan well, you will be poor."

Because of his headache, Lao Yang is a loner, and he basically doesn't get involved in things, nor does he cause trouble. Uncle San has never taken advantage of him, so he never comes out, otherwise he would definitely come out to argue and take advantage of him.

Lao Yang quickly went into the room, closed the door, lit the stove and boiled a pot of water. Then he walked to the bed, bent down and took out a Type 52 pistol from under the bed. He had never touched a real gun before the time travel, and this was the first time he touched a real thing. He looked at it again and again, touched it again and again, it felt great. He disassembled the pistol into parts based on his memory, reassembled it, and put it under the pillow. It has been a habit for more than ten years!

After a while, the water boiled, and I poured a bowl of it to cool before drinking it, and poured the remaining hot water into the thermos. I toasted some buns on the fire, and ate them in a few mouthfuls with the hot water.

Lao Yang sat at the head of the bed with nothing to do, wondering whether he should try again to find the golden finger. Lao Yang stared at the only socket in the room. Should he try or not? Fight! Anyway, this body can't do anything now, so he might as well give it a try. Success will bring him to the pinnacle of life, and failure will mean death!

Lao Yang looked around the house but couldn't find any suitable metal, so he had to unscrew the outer shell of the socket to expose the copper sheet inside.

After staring at him in silence for a while, he slowly stretched out his index finger and pressed down on one of the copper pieces. He felt nothing! He exhaled a breath. He switched to another piece, and instantly a tingling sensation spread throughout his body. Then, nothing happened! He felt a heat flow through his fingers, into his arms, and toward his brain.

The orange light bulb suddenly dimmed and flickered. I quickly took my hand away and found that a part of my index finger had turned dark yellow, but there was nothing abnormal.

He concentrated his mind and followed the direction of the warm current to feel the situation in his brain. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Lao Yang "saw" a small "bubble" in his head. The "bubble" contained a piece of broken shrapnel.

"This... is this the shrapnel in my head? How can I see it?" Lao Yang tried hard to see the shrapnel clearly, but it felt like he couldn't get close to it.

Old Yang thought to himself: "If only I could reach out and take it out!"

Suddenly, Lao Yang found that the shrapnel in his head was gone! He was surprised when he felt something in his palm. When he opened his eyes, he saw a piece of shrapnel in the palm of his hand.

"This... is it taken out? Why is this happening? Did the space power become activated? Do you want to try again?"

After hesitating for a moment, Lao Yang stretched out his index finger and pressed it on the copper sheet. The light dimmed, and a stream of heat flowed along his arm into his brain. It felt very long but was actually very short. His arm felt numb and began to heat up. At this time, with a bang, the fuse in the room blew out.

Lao Yang hurriedly concentrated his mind to feel the situation in his head, and found that the small "bubble" was floating there, a little bigger than when he found the shrapnel. Could this be the storage space? Is the storage space formed by absorbing electrical energy? This is my benefit of traveling through time!

Then Lao Yang tested it in various ways and found that only objects that were touched by the hand could be put into the space, but the space was too small. After measurement, it was only two cubic centimeters in size. The shape was not fixed, round, long, or irregular, and it could probably fit two cubic centimeters of things.

Old Yang sat in the dark and wondered, do I have to keep charging to expand the space? According to the current power supply situation in Kyoto, it is definitely not possible, and it is not enough to just replace the fuse.

He came to the third uncle's house with a flashlight, knocked on the door and shouted, "Third uncle, open the door, my fuse is burnt, can you give me another one?"

Some of the emergency supplies in the courtyard are kept here by the third uncle for unified management. If anyone needs them, they can come here to register and receive them. Of course, you have to pay for them. For example, the price of light bulbs and fuses is the same as that of the supply and marketing cooperative. The main point is convenience. Give the third uncle a dime, take the fuse and replace it, and the light in the house will light up.