Siheyuan: 55 years, starting from a buyer

A courtyard house has gone through half a century of wind and rain, and the entire courtyard defense line has been broken.

Mr. Chen stood up from behind the counter, stretched his muscles, and hummed a country song softly.

"Director, I'm leaving now. I have to go to the grain store later. We don't have enough food at home."

He turned around and called towards the inner office.

"Okay, I'll close the shop today." A middle-aged voice answered.

"Understood, Director. See you tomorrow!" He responded while packing up his belongings.

I added some more coal to the stove behind the counter, put out the fire, then picked up my scarf and hat and got ready.

Mr. Chen walked to the end of the counter, lifted the baffle, and walked into the store leisurely.

“Hey!”

I took a deep breath of the cold winter air and couldn't help but sigh. The snow was thick and it made a rustling sound when I walked in it.

It was the dead of winter in 1955. Snowflakes were floating all day in the city, the snow was up to the calves, and it was incredibly cold!

He was a small fry assigned to this sundry shop from the district office.

It was just that he fell down in the cold snow at night because he was drunk and unfortunately froze to death.

Mr. Chen felt somewhat helpless about his fate, actually falling into such an unlucky role.

The moment he first woke up, he felt bone-chillingly cold, and even icicles formed on the edge of his soul! Fortunately, he was a gymnastics teacher in his previous life, and his physical fitness and crisis response knowledge hidden in his heart saved him from a catastrophe.

This sundry shop is about 20 square meters and has two employees, myself and a man named.

The middle-aged man was about 50 years old, had scars and difficulty in moving, and had recently taken sick leave due to bad weather.

There are only two people actually working in the store.

Mr. Chen looked at the direction of the road and walked towards the grain store on the snow.

My heart is filled with emotion. Although I am at a loss as to what to do when I return to the starting point of this half century, I can only take things as they come.

From now on, we need to live a meaningful life. Compared with the trivial troubles of the previous life, this era has fewer disturbances.

Live a peaceful life first, and wait for the future, when perhaps you can gain a foothold in this world, like the first of the legendary treasures of the Forty-Nine Cities.

Mr. Chen tied his apron tightly and walked cautiously in the snow.

Two days had passed, and his memory of his previous life was still fragmentary. He had shyly chatted briefly with his neighbors.

He was often taciturn at work, and his colleagues often asked for leave due to illness, but no one noticed anything unusual.

In that life, he understood the fifties.

In the 55th year of the founding of the People's Republic of China, hidden enemies and bad elements were active in the city, and people were always on guard.

At this time, we were still in the long era of ticket purchase restrictions. Monthly rations included only 25 jin of food coupons, 2 liang of salt, and 4 liang of oil coupons. A half-jin quota of biscuit coupons was also given each month. As for cloth, shoes and other items, they were even rarer and had to be accumulated over time.

Until 1959, almost everything in daily life required a certificate.

It is said that there were hundreds of kinds of tickets in the city at that time, and the residents of that period had hardly ever seen such a huge variety of things.

Today the market is still dominated by food stamps, and the remaining items are scarce but not difficult to find.

Mr. Chen knew very well that he still needed to work hard to adapt and integrate into this historical drama.

"Here!" The clerk at the grain store said with a friendly look on his face, handing Chen Sheng several large bags full of food.

"Thank you!" Mr. Chen responded with a polite smile and took the pocket.

The reason why there are multiple pockets is that the rations provided, in addition to some flour and rice, also include cornmeal, and sometimes mixed with sorghum flour and sweet potato flour, the taste of which is not the best.

Mr. Chen carried nearly twenty kilograms of heavy food on his back and walked slowly towards home on the snow-covered road, making a squeaking sound with every step.

As the heavy snow had just stopped, Chen was the only customer of the grain store in the world he lived in.

The streets were empty, obviously not yet time to get off work.

Mr. Chen was carrying a heavy bag and secretly regretted why he didn't ride his bicycle from home.

These twenty kilograms are enough to make him sweat all over, reflecting how much his physique needs exercise and strengthening.

After realizing this, he decided to improve his diet and exercise in the future.

From the time he traveled through time until now, he has not had a truly in-depth communication with his original body's family members, but in his mind, he has already roughly outlined their contours.

The original body's father was an accountant in a shopping mall, and his mother was a fourth-level female worker in a textile factory.

The original person had an older brother who was already married and had a family and had already started working and supporting himself.

This family was considered relatively wealthy among ordinary people of that era.

These jobs and marriages were all arranged by my father with great effort.

The children left the family as soon as they died, and the original parents planned to pass most of the property to the eldest son, expecting that the eldest son could support them in the future.

However, Mr. Chen did not feel that this was overly unfair. After all, he had just arrived and it was his good fortune to avoid many possible complicated matters.

Although he was not completely unfamiliar with his original family, if he lived with them for a long time, there was always the possibility that his strangeness would be exposed.

However, at this stage the original body's parents had taken great care of him, arranged a job for him, and helped him find a house on the street.

In the 50s, such living conditions were considered good.

He was satisfied that he had escaped the hustle and bustle and pressure of his previous life: "Ahaha, finally I have a stable income and this courtyard in the old city."

Don't think that you can have an easy life as a physical education teacher in the future. The work of a physical education teacher is not easy. You need to face competition and pressure of indicators, and you also have to deal with the class teacher who often snatches up the time for physical education classes.

However, these are none of his business.

Whenever he thought of the peaceful life in the present and the future, Chen's originally slightly bent back instantly straightened and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

After walking for more than half an hour, Chen Shengsheng returned to Compound No. 95 exhausted.

He put the heavy bag down and took a rest.

At this moment, he noticed someone walking towards him, and suddenly remembered that his original body lived in this bustling courtyard, and thought to himself that it was bad.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Chen? Why did you come back so late? What else did you pick? They look very heavy."

A man with glasses and a thin face came out.

"Let me help you carry some things."

But Chen was startled and quickly responded: "Don't bother, they are just some odds and ends, not heavy."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked into the courtyard and hid in the house, leaving the man standing there in a daze, saying with regret: "Hey! There is clearly a bag of fragrant rice and flour, but this kid is hiding it from my third uncle!"

Mr. Chen didn't want to get involved, nor did he intend to elaborate on those unimportant matters with Yan Bugui.

The risk of doing so is too great. If mentioning it causes him to misunderstand or worry, that would not be a good thing.

Although the Yan family is not so petty at the moment, the world is unpredictable and safety comes first.

The courtyard where Chen lives is in the northeast corner of the backyard, including the main house and the side room. The original small side building was converted into a kitchen to store sundries.

Chen Mingsheng had someone put rice and flour into a jar and packed up the daily necessities. After returning to the house and sitting on the kang to warm his hands, he picked up a shovel and cleared the snow outside the house until traces of the path leading to the central courtyard appeared.

He had thought of taking advantage of the heavy snow to build a snowman, but after weighing the pros and cons, he felt that it was wise to keep a low profile in the yard.

Even if you don't mind the hassle, you shouldn't bring unnecessary trouble to yourself.