Siheyuan: I earned foreign exchange in the heyday

"There is a cellar? Where is it? How come I don't know about it? How did you know?" A series of questions were asked. After all, Chen Changan was also very surprised. He didn't know about the things in his own house, but how could such a stranger know so clearly?

Master Qian said, "Actually, I have a connection with your family. I was the one who renovated the storehouse in this house. Your father also asked me to build a cellar here in this small kitchen, saying it would be convenient for storing vegetables."

Then he took Chen Changan to find the entrance to the cellar. It was quite hidden. In a corner of the kitchen, there was a cupboard with the fish head that Banggen had stolen when Chen Changan didn't finish eating the chopped pepper fish head.

I didn't expect that there was an entrance to a cellar under this cupboard.

Chen Changan was not in a hurry. Master Qian was also a discerning man. He said to Chen Changan, "Boss, I've roughly calculated it for you. Do you want me to take care of the labor and materials? Or should I give you a list, and you buy the materials yourself, and we will do the work?"

Chen Changan hesitated for a while and decided to choose the one that includes labor and materials. He just needed to check the materials himself. After all, it was inconvenient to buy them by himself. There was no such thing as kickbacks these days, right? At most, he could report false accounts. This was introduced by Director Wang, and people would see through it at a glance.

"Then I'll give you a quote? I won't ask you for more, it's basically the cost price. Your house needs three people, and it will take seven days to make new furniture. If you provide lunch, I will charge you 300 yuan. If we provide our own lunch, you have to pay 310 yuan. Do you think it's okay?"

Chen Changan did not hesitate. All right. For the sake of himself and his sisters not to suffer from the cold in winter, three hundred is three hundred. At least it can be used until I get married, right?

I gave Master Qian two hundred yuan first, after all, he had to buy materials first. After the agreement, Master Qian said he would bring people tomorrow morning and start work.

After Master Qian left, Chen Changan moved the cupboard, found the cellar door under the cupboard, and opened it carefully. After exchanging some air, he lit a candle and went downstairs.

The cellar was not deep, just a few steps down to the bottom. The area was not large, only a few square meters, and the light of the candle could barely illuminate the surroundings.

Holding a candle, Chen Changan walked carefully along the wall of the cellar and found a not-too-big box in the corner of the cellar.

Because of the humidity, there is some corruption, but overall it is still well preserved.

Chen Changan picked up the wooden box, which was not very heavy. After tucking it under his armpit, he held up a candle and searched the cellar carefully. After finding nothing else, he returned to the surface.

He carried the box back to his room and placed it on the table. Chen Changan locked the door and then carefully observed the box.

Many parts of the exterior have already decayed. If it weren't for Chen Changan, it would probably have turned into a pile of rubbish in a few years.

The box was not locked, but had an iron opening with a lot of rust on it. When I opened the box, I saw a pistol wrapped in oil paper.

I picked it up and looked at it carefully. The pistol was very beautiful. It was wrapped in several layers of oil paper, but it was not rusty. There were also quite a few bullets next to it.

Chen Changan didn't know much about firearms, except for rifles, such as Hanyang, Type 38, and Mosin-Nagant. He couldn't tell them apart even if they were in front of him. He only knew about pistols, such as the Turtle Box, which he heard about from the anti-Japanese dramas. The second was the Desert Eagle, which he learned from playing games.

He reluctantly removed the magazine and took a look. There were no bullets. Chen Changan just played with it for a while. He didn't really understand and didn't dare to mess around.

Then I saw some papers under the gun. I put the gun down and picked it up to have a look.

At the beginning, it said "Certificate of the Martyrdom of a Revolutionary Soldier". Chen Changan's mind suddenly went blank.

After a few minutes, Chen Changan, who had recovered a little, continued reading.

This is a death notice of Chen Changan's father, Chen Hanping, which says that his father was a company commander of the 188th Division of the 63rd Army and died in the Iron Triangle sniper battle.

Unconsciously, Chen Changan was already in tears. Chen Changan had never seen the father of this body, but for the first time in this era, Chen Changan felt the presence of the martyrs.

Perhaps it was the emotions that this body itself carried that made Chen Changan feel that his physical emotions at this moment were no longer under his control.

After a long while, Chen Changan slowly felt that he had regained control of his body. Chen Changan said to himself, "Brother, I don't know what's going on now. I've lived a good life in the afterlife, and it wasn't my intention to occupy your body. You've also seen that I treated my sisters as my own, and I took good care of them. Let them die, go with peace of mind, maybe you can start a new life like me."

After his body fully recovered, Chen Changan continued to look at the things in the box: two first-class merit medals, two second-class merit medals, and a photo of his parents.

When Chen Changan saw these, he no longer felt strange. He carefully took these things out and found a new box to put them in.

He went out and restored the entrance to the kitchen cellar and the cabinets to their original state. After returning to the room, Chen Changan lit a cigarette and continued to ponder.

My father has passed away, and the death certificate and military medals are just a thought for me. But I still have to be careful with the pistol. If someone reports me, it will be a problem if I don't have a gun license.

The only relative left is Aunt Wang, and I can ask her about the situation in the evening.

There’s no way to tell anyone about my physical condition. I can only figure it out on my own.

This box was probably left by my mother. She might have put it in the cellar because she was afraid of being sad to see it. Maybe it would be better if she could not see it. Unfortunately, she died of illness because she missed me too much.

Finally, there is the cellar. Master Qian knew about this cellar and didn’t care, so he asked him to repair the cellar, and Chen Changan was ready to start using it.

One is the winter stored cabbage, which can be placed in your own cellar. You can also buy some potatoes and radishes in advance and put them in the cellar, and then pickle some cabbage.

The second point is that the three-year natural disaster is about to come, and I have to prepare in advance. At that time, I should prepare a few more large jars, put some in the cellar, seal them and fill them with grain, and put some in the open to pickle vegetables.

This way, you can conceal your presence from others. You won’t have to ask your family for food every day. The empty tank can be used as a water tank, and you can keep the fish you catch in it and eat them slowly.

"Well, not bad, I am worthy of being a genius," Chen Changan said narcissistically.