Chapter 1 The Beginning of Time Travel
During a moment of dizziness, Yang Wendong felt that there seemed to be two people whispering in his ear:
"Yiyi, you'd better go to sleep for a while, It’s already 2 o’clock at night.”
< br>"It's okay, I'm not sleepy. Brother Dong's temperature is too high now. I have to keep using wet towels to cool him down."
"But if you take care of him like this, your body will collapse, and Is this disease contagious? ”
"Mom, I'm fine. I'm still young, so you should stay away."
"Infection? Are you sick again? Is it any wonder you are so dizzy?"
In confusion, Yang Wendong again After falling asleep, he didn't know how long it took before he felt that he seemed to have some control over his body.
At this moment, a large number of memories poured into his mind.
He traveled through time and came to Hong Kong in January 1958!
Like himself, his current body name is also called Yang Wendong. He is a young man living in a "squatter" in Hong Kong. He was born in 1941 and is 18 years old this year.
At this moment, he was lying on a very hard wooden bed with a heated towel on his forehead. Next to him, there was a girl sleeping on the bed.
In the memory Yang Wendong received, he learned that her name was Su Yiyi.
“Creak~~”
The wooden bed was very fragile. Yang Wendong just felt a little uncomfortable in his back, so he subconsciously moved it, and the wooden board made a sound.
"Brother Dong, are you awake?"
Su Yiyi, who was lying next to the bed just now, heard the sound of the wooden bed, like a sensitive little white rabbit in the wild, she immediately got up and found that she had woken up Yang Wendong.
"Wake up." Yang Wendong said with a little smile, but he just felt uninterested.
In his previous memory, he knew he had the flu.
Su Yiyi quickly stood up, turned over the towel on Yang Wendong's head, touched his neck again, and said: "Brother Dong, your body temperature was so high last night, you worried me to death. It’s finally cooled down now.”
"I should be fine." Yang Wendong said with a comforting smile.
Su Yiyi said quickly: "I'm going to call grandma. She has prepared some food for you."
"Okay." Yang Wendong said softly.
After a while, a vicissitudes of life, a middle-aged woman came over: "Dongzi, are you okay?"
"Much better, Aunt Guo." Yang Wendong said with a little smile replied.
Aunt Guo held a bowl in her hand and said: "There are eggs you like to eat here."
"Thank you." Yang Wendong was really grateful in his heart, and he also embodies his original feelings.
Aunt Guo is not his direct relative, but she raised him.
In the early years, Yang Wendong's parents had a good relationship with the Su family. Later, they encountered a war and went to serve as soldiers to fight against the Japanese. Then there was no news. It is said that they died.
Aunt Guo later fled with her two children and came to Hong Kong. However, it was too difficult for a woman to raise two children, and their family could only survive with one meal and one meal.
It wasn't until Yang Wendong became half-adult in the past two years that life became easier.
"Why are you so polite, you kid." Aunt Guo showed a smile on her face, and then said: "I also bought half a chicken, Yiyi, you burned the chicken at night."
< br>Su Yiyi nodded and agreed: "Okay, grandma."
Aunt Guo said again: "I'm going to work, Yiyi, take care of your Dong brother."
"Well , OK." Su Yiyi agreed again.
After Yang Wendong finished eating the eggs, he felt a sense of comfort in his stomach. It had been a long time since he had eaten meat.
This made him feel a sense of crisis, he was too poor.
The location where they are now is a squatter house in Hong Kong, a slum built by refugees who have no place to live, put together with wooden planks.
Heavy rain, mosquitoes, fires, water shortages, infectious diseases, violence, and poverty threaten everyone here at any time. "Brother Dong." Suddenly, Su Yiyi's voice came: "I'm done working, you should rest first."
"Okay." Yang Wendong replied smoothly.
Through the door that could only be used by one person, he saw Su Yiyi embroidering cloth. This was a job often done by women in squatters. It could also take care of the family without going to the factory. .
However, this job is very harmful to the eyes. Many people will become severely myopic or even blind when they are in their thirties or forties.
“Do you want to make money quickly?” Yang Wendong was anxious.
Under such an environment, he wanted to leave the squatter as soon as possible even if he went to sell himself.
"Write a novel?" Yang Wendong quickly thought of the most common time-travel novel routine in his previous life. Although this method is old-fashioned, it does not require a lot of upfront costs.
But he quickly denied it, because he didn't even have a pen or paper, and although he could understand traditional Chinese characters, it would probably take some time to get familiar with writing them.
And he doesn’t have that kind of writing skills. Although he probably remembers the plots of several Jin Yong novels, he estimates that what he writes is completely unreadable. Even if it is a novice online article from his previous life, most people can’t read it. It cannot be written.
Later, he thought about many self-made routines from the Internet articles in his previous life, but he didn't find any methods suitable for his current situation.
I don’t know how long it took, but he felt better, so he got up and walked out.
Su Yiyi heard the movement and said quickly: "Brother Dong, why are you up?"
Yang Wendong replied: "My waist hurts after lying in bed for a long time."
This is also true. , the beds in the squatters are made of wooden boards, and they are not very flat. As for the quilts, forget about them. In winter, you can usually just find some clothes to sleep on. It is difficult to freeze to death in Hong Kong anyway.
"Oh." Su Yiyi said: "Liming came just now. I thought you were sleeping, so I'll call him."
"Okay." Yang Wendong said in surprise: " Didn’t he go to work at the dock?”
"I don't know." Su Yiyi put down her work and walked to the east. After a while, she brought someone back: "Brother Dong, you are ready."
"Almost." Yang Wendong asked with a smile. : "Why are you back?"
Zhao Liming sighed and said: "Suddenly there was no one at the dock anymore, so I was driven back. Alas, I have no job again."
" Let's look for him again, and we'll be together when the time comes." Yang Wendong patted his brother on the shoulder and said.
There is no good way to make money, so he can only find a way to work and make money first, and then support himself.
But in this era, there are more people and less work. Even if you want to work, you can't just go there if you want. These young people all work part-time, and they can only have work for three to five days out of ten.
Su Yiyi said from the side: "I went in to cook. Liming, you can eat with us in the evening."
"No, no, no." Zhao Liming shook his head and said, "I will After eating, don't eat at night, don't waste food. ’
“You can eat a steamed bun, or you can dip some soup into the braised chicken for Brother Dong tonight.” Su Yiyi said with a smile.
Then she left "home" to prepare food.
Zhao Liming said with a smile: "Brother Dong, I have benefited from you today."
"You're welcome." Yang Wendong smiled. In the squatter house, it is really difficult to eat meat dishes.
Suddenly:
"Ah" Su Yiyi screamed in the house.
"What's wrong?" Yang Wendong and the others immediately ran in, but saw Yiyi holding the chicken with some tears and said: "The chicken was bitten by a mouse."
"Rat?" Yang Wendong was thoughtful.
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(End of this chapter)
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