the corner opposite the kang, there was a large wardrobe with a mirror and double doors. Next to it were two low cabinets stacked with cedar chests, as well as an eight- Immortals table and two hat ch...Du Fei frowned, staring at the calendar on the wall.

October 23, 1965, Saturday, Frost Descent.

The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.

Just after crossing over, Du Fei's mind was a muddle. He was trying his best to piece together the memories of the original owner.

It took him a full ten minutes before he came to his senses and finally understood his current situation.

The original owner of this is Du Fei, who is 18 years old and just graduated from high school. He lives in a large courtyard near Nanluoguxiang in Beijing City. He has two rooms, totaling 40 square meters.

Her mother passed away early, and her father was a fifth-level caster at Hongxing Rolling Mill. Three months ago, he died from an occupational injury.

The factory gave him a sum of money and agreed to let him take over the job and work in the factory.

But because he had a serious illness, it dragged on until now.

Du Fei raised his hand, using the dim light to survey the room.

The roof was covered with yellowed old newspapers, the walls were mottled, and the windows weren't made of glass, but were grimy paper panes.

Under the window was a kang (a traditional Chinese heated bed), and the bedding on it hadn't been washed in ages. It was lumpy and had a strange smell.

In the corner opposite the kang, there was a large wardrobe with a mirror and double doors. Next to it were two low cabinets stacked with cedar chests, as well as an eight- Immortals table and two hat chairs. On the table sat an old clock and a set of white porcelain teapots and cups.

This house has been around for some time, and you can't really tell what kind of wood it's made of. For this day and age, it's still a decent piece of property.

Du Fei came to life, his neck stiff, and he stood up to the cupboard.

The mirror on the cabinet reflected a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his face was pale.

His hair was greasy and unkempt, clearly days overdue for a wash. His clothes were also filthy and patched in several places, with visible tears sewn together.

Du Fei glared at himself in the mirror.

The reality and the pain convinced him that this was not a dream.

He was truly reborn in 1965!

Du Fei's head rolled, he swallowed hard, and his stomach grumbled with a strong.

From last night until now, the original owner has been in a coma for a day. It's been over ten hours since he was reborn, and he hasn't had a single drop of water or food.

He walked to the table and lifted the white porcelain teapot. There was still quite a bit of water inside, sloshing gently.

Du Fei was just about to take a cup and have a drink, but suddenly his eyes widened.

In his mind, a grid-like space appeared, and a feeling arose within him: as long as he thought about it, he could put the teapot in his hand into this space.

The next moment, suddenly!

The white porcelain teapot he had been holding suddenly vanished, and an identical one appeared in his spatial pouch.

This space isn't very big. With the teapot as a reference, I'd estimate it to be about two meters square.

In the center of the space, a fist-sized white ball was floating. It's purpose remained unknown for now, only swaying slightly when the teapot entered, and then it went still again.

Another thought pops up, the teapot back in my hand.

Du Fei's face flushed slightly, his mind racing with countless ways to utilize this spatial anomaly. He gasped for breath, his mouth parched. He hastily grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down in one go.

Wait a few minutes, calm down, and feel a stronger

.

Other things can wait, let's fill our stomachs first.

According to my memory, I came to the outer room and lifted the lid of the rice jar next to the stove, peering inside.

There was a shrunken sack at the bottom of the tank. When I picked it up, it weighed four or five pounds, and it was full of noodles.

I grabbed it with my hand, and it actually pierced through. Although it looked yellow and orange, it was nowhere near as fine as the noodles ground to a powder in later times.

Du Fei frowned and didn't plan to cook himself. He turned back into the inner room and began rummaging through boxes and drawers.

Although the clothes are not great, the original owner's family is actually not poor.

The original owner's father was promoted to a Level 5 blacksmith two years ago. He earns 48.5 yuan per month, which is more than enough to support the two of them. Over the years, he has saved over four hundred yuan.

In addition to the 500 yuan in workers' compensation, Du Fei rummaged out nearly a thousand yuan from the shelf compartments of the cabinet, dozens of various kinds of tickets, and a white jade bangle.

This is a huge sum of money!

Now a permanent 28-inch reinforced bicycle costs only 180 yuan, a Shanghai brand 160-type radio costs 140 yuan, and with more than two thousand yuan, you can buy a small Siheyuan courtyard house in Beijing.

With the banknotes and bracelets tossed into the void, Du Fei was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the space suddenly trembled slightly!

The jade bangle, just thrown in, showed a layer of white and was slowly being absorbed by the ball suspended in the air!

Du Fei let out a surprised 'Eh', hurriedly taking out the jade bracelet to examine it.

Upon closer inspection, the bracelet's luster was slightly dimmed but remained otherwise unchanged.

On the contrary, the ball in space, after absorbing white light, seemed to have grown a circle larger.

Du Fei pondered for a while, but still didn't understand. His stomach rumbled even louder, so he had to put the bracelet back first.

Just as I stepped out, a sudden gust of cold wind hit me, piercing straight into my neck.

Du Fei shivered from the cold and shut the door behind him as he walked towards the front yard.

This dilapidated courtyard was originally a traditional Siheyuan with three entrances and exits. Their house was located in the innermost backyard, requiring them to pass through the middle courtyard and front yard when going outside.

It was just past five o'clock, and it wasn't dark yet.

As soon as Du Fei stepped out the door, he was met by a fat man in a blue cotton coat. He carried a sack on his back and swaggered with every step, looking very arrogant.

"Er Ye, you're off work."

As they bumped into each other, Du Fei greeted him as usual. A large chunk of new memories flooded his mind, causing him to furrow his brow.

His steps didn't falter, he passed through a moon gate and arrived at the courtyard in the middle of the Siheyuan.

The central courtyard is the largest, with the most residents, and it's clearly the most lively.

The one who boils water, the one who cooks, adults, children making a fuss, all chaotic.

Du Fei frowned, digesting the new information about the neighbors in the courtyard. Suddenly, he saw a graceful figure.

She wore a blue floral tunic, the sleeves rolled up to reveal two slender arms like white bamboo stalks, "swishing" as she washed her clothes.

"My god, isn't this the widow of Qin" Du Fei's heart raced with a swarm of grass mud horses: "Those two big shots just now... were Liu Haizhong."

With a gulp, Du Fei swallowed nervously, his face turning black as coal.

To be reborn, I ended up in a courtyard full of men.

At that moment, as if sensing Du Fei's gaze, Qin Huaiyu looked up.

I have to admit, putting aside her character, this widow is truly beautiful! She outshines those internet celebrities with her natural beauty. She's also well-proportioned and has a particularly captivating pair of peach blossom eyes. With the hot water in the large basin steaming up the air, creating a hazy atmosphere, her gaze as she looks around seems to be full of untold allure and charm.

"Xiaodu, are you feeling better today" Qin Huaiyu smiled and stopped what she was doing, saying warmly, "If there's anything you need to do, just tell Sister Qin, don't be shy."

"Thank you, Qin Jie."

Du Fei left hastily, making a perfunctory excuse and hurriedly leaving the courtyard in two steps.

Being new, he didn't want to immediately face off against Qin's widow, such a high-ranking green tea player.

"Hey kid, what are you doing"

Watching Du Fei's back, Qin Huaiyu glared at him, then rolled her eyes, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. She pursed her lips into a sly smile.

Having reached the front yard and greeted the "Grandfather of Three" riding his bicycle, Du Fei finally dashed out of Siheyuan.

Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.

Du Fei suddenly smiled.

Silly Zhu, Xu Damao, the three masters of the front, middle, and back courtyards, and that scoundrel Jia Zhangshi.

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