Chapter 2 Morning Light
It was a fresh and cold early morning in mid-March 1980.
Because it’s not yet five o’clock, it’s still dark.
A thin layer of frost fell on the eaves and branches, and the frost shone crystal clear in the moonlight.
Yard No. 2 of Shan'er Hutong is also deserted, with curtains drawn on the windows of every house.
I could only occasionally hear the snoring of sleeping people in various doors, and the noise of mice making noise in the small kitchens in the courtyard.
But at this quiet moment, Ning Weimin had already woken up.
He couldn't wait to escape from the warm bed and put on his clothes.
It was a little depressing to say that today, he was woken up by the smell of his own fart.
This is probably the side effect of eating too much green onions with dipping sauce, stinky tofu on steamed buns, and fried soybeans with salt and pepper last night.
There is no way, when it comes to eating, the essence is just a smelly mouth and a smelly butt.
Not to mention saving money.
Baqi Mao can make your mouth full of food. Doesn’t it cost a certain amount of money physically?
Otherwise, how could this meal be called "poor man's delight"?
After getting up, Ning Weimin groped in the dark and put water in the urinal in the room.
Then he tiptoed to the outhouse, filled the washbasin with a ladle, washed his face, and brushed his teeth.
Fill the stove with coal and put a pot of water on it.
After that, he picked up the canvas luggage bag in the corner with the two characters "Jingcheng" and the pattern of "Jingcheng Railway Station" printed on it, and opened the latch of the outer door.
Even though he was extremely careful, even though he was extremely familiar with the environment in the room, he never made any inappropriate noise.
Unfortunately, the door to the outhouse, which is older than Ning Weimin, is an old-fashioned thing.
Hearing only a "squeaking" sound, Kang Shude coughed out.
This proves that the old man has been awakened.
Sure enough, a question came from the bed in the outer room.
"Wei Min, are you leaving right now?"
"Old man, I will sleep with you and I will close the door for you right now."
"Why is it so early today? I'm afraid it's not yet o'clock, right?"
"It's a little too early. But it's not a few minutes early. It's a quarter past five."
"Okay, then you go early and come back early. You must eat well early. People are iron and food is steel. Don't just do it..."
"Hey, I can't do anything wrong to myself. Don't worry."
"Also, remember, it doesn't hurt to suffer some losses when dealing with those people. You won't make a fortune by worrying about things in the future, so don't be young and arrogant..."
"I got it. Don't worry, I'm not stupid..."
As he stepped forward, the door was gently closed, and Ning Weimin finally walked out of the hut, carrying his big bag.
He then walked around the courtyard gate and came to Shan'er Hutong.
At this moment, the long and narrow alley is empty.
Not only were there no pedestrians, there were not even any chirping sparrows.
Ning Weimin, who was breathing white breath, walked in the cold breeze, tightening the cotton hat on his head, but his heart was extremely warm.
For no other reason than the old man who warned him for reasons other than his own, although he was nagging, his words were so heart-warming.
It’s great to have such a person who really misses me.
Yes, he is not Ning Weimin himself.
This body was inexplicably occupied by him.
In fact, he was just drunk at home during the first two days of the Spring Festival in 2020 and fell asleep.
When I woke up, I found that I had arrived in this era and had this identity.
From the perspective of this time and space, the real him has not actually been born yet.
We had to wait until 1986 before he would be abandoned at the gate of the orphanage by his cruel parents as an infant.
So speaking of it, the first thing that can be determined in common between him and the real Ning Weimin is that they both have no relatives and are all orphans.
So, take care of yourself as you come.
Why he traveled through time and what his real name is are no longer important.
The important thing is that he is already here.
The moment he woke up from the gas poisoning, he took his place and became Ning Weimin.
Having a brand new life path full of countless opportunities.
And this was the fundamental reason why he was willing to sell his blood to save Kang Shude.
Think about it, what kind of era was the 1980s?
It was just like the opening title of "August 1st Film Studio", exuding the light of gold letters on a red background!
That was the starting point for my country to turn from weak to strong, and it was the best era when reforms repeatedly created miracles.
As our country has grown from scratch and its economy has taken off, countless opportunities to make big money have come.
Even any investment type is now at a historical low.
Well there is no doubt about it for anyone in his position.
If you don’t plan to compete for the title of the world’s richest man in the future, you will definitely try to surpass the achievements of the “two horses”.
Even those who are hopeless and lack ideals and ambitions.
You can also enjoy glory and wealth easily, and live a good life of hugging each other, hugging each other. Therefore, Kang Shude, who awakened him from this era, was equivalent to putting a big time and space lottery ticket without filling in the numbers into his hands.
This gives him the opportunity to become a rich generation.
Of course he will be treated as his noble person, like a reborn parent.
Besides, even the chicks and ducks hatched from the eggshell will regard the first living thing they see as an object they can rely on.
As soon as he woke up, he looked at the old man and sprayed him with water, fanned him and wiped his face.
He even once mistakenly thought that this old man was the real relative of the body he occupied.
How could he not have a crush on the old man?
Although when he gradually figured out his situation, he found that Kang Shude was actually his rival for these two small houses.
But this undoubtedly made him full of touching and trusting feelings.
It goes without saying that this old man is indeed kind-hearted.
It is definitely not for a profit, no bottom line, and a person who has lost his conscience.
In addition to the life-saving grace, which is unforgettable, there is also a crucial point in the end.
In fact, for him, as a senior player in snare drum, Kang Shude deserves his admiration and respect.
Because before traveling from the future to this era, he also made a living by reading and playing with antiques.
What I do is to collect pawn tickets to redeem the collateral of the pawn shop, and to buy commemorative coins and stamps from the Internet.
If you have nothing to do, you have to visit pawn shops, auctions and the Madian stamp and coin market. I have to deal with various collections every day.
Naturally, a well-known collector like "Teacher Ma" is his idol that he truly admires.
But he never expected that this Kang Shude was a real person without showing his face.
My stomach is full of real things, no worse than Teacher Ma.
The Spring Festival was fine, just a few casual words were enough to make him fall in love.
Then how could he continue to challenge the old man for a small profit?
If he were to be as blind as Ning Weimin in the past, wouldn’t he become a silly boy?
Don’t look at these two small rooms located in the heart of the capital. How much will they be worth in the future? Millions.
Compared with Kang Shude's personal value, it is nothing.
So based on all the above reasons, in addition to gratitude and gratitude to Kang Shude, he was filled with the joy of meeting an expert.
The admiration and admiration for the old man are all sincere
In this way, he can truly smooth out the relationship with the old man and become more and more compatible with him.
Otherwise, just by selling blood, it would be nothing more than nothing.
The old man and the young man may be able to remain quite polite and courteous afterwards, but the relationship between the two of them must not be brought closer to this point.
In short, as a soul who knows the general trend of the world in the next forty years and how the country will undergo earth-shaking changes.
His core interests are no longer restricted by the front door building in front of him.
It is no exaggeration to say that since he confirmed the authenticity of his time travel, he can dream out loud every day.
PS: Since the beginning of writing this book, some people have made reckless comments.
Some people question whether Ning Weimin’s mother died in a traffic accident or that Ning Weimin’s father died of excessive smoking and drinking.
Some people have questioned buying monkey tickets, thinking that monkey tickets cannot be cashed out quickly, and it is meaningless to buy them without selling them.
Some people say that things are more valuable when they are scarce, and if you save more monkey tickets, they will become cheaper
Other people say that you should go in and out quickly, buy antiques, buy courtyard houses, and so on. In short, they think it is not possible to make a fortune with monkey tickets. possible.
People who think like this actually only have the routines in other rebirth stories in their minds.
As if there is only one possibility in the world. It's like the common sense that rare things are valuable is something others don't know.
These are the same people who don’t even know that there were horse-drawn carriages, livestock, mountain roads, and the Great Liberation Truck in the past. Their brains causing car accidents is one possibility.
These are the same people who don’t even know how much liquor cost eight cents, ten cents, and ten cents in the past. They don’t even know how much bee cigarettes and dagong cigarettes cost. It’s even less clear that the harder the lower class people work, the more they like to smoke and drink to numb themselves. I don’t know that even the coachmen in the old society spent some money on tobacco and alcohol, and even chewing iron nails could be drunk.
These are the same people who have not even calculated how many times the Monkey Ticket has increased. They have not even calculated in which year private house sales are allowed, when will there be channels to buy secondhand goods, and when will self-employed people be able to engage in simple trading of small commodities? It’s unclear when a private company will be opened.
Otherwise they would not express such opinions.
Their understanding of the old days is probably limited to their own imagination.
The past they recognize is probably only part of what they want to believe.
I didn't bother to pay attention to it at first, but I just found this logic of trying to find a sword a bit funny. But in order to reduce some invalid comments for friends who really read the book, let’s go back and say a few words at the beginning.
First, what did the protagonist do in his previous life? What will the protagonist do in the future? There are already hints in the book.
Other rebirth essays are useless, but it does not mean that this book is the same. If you have never seen a monkey ticket seller, I will let you see him.
This article’s Monkey Ticket is a sharp tool. In the future, necessary props in the plot will not only be bought and sold, but also play a role beyond everyone's imagination.
Secondly, collection is about cost-effectiveness, collection is about order, and legality and objective conditions are also important.
To put it simply, old things are all cheap and can be compared with each other. They are still expensive and have different potentials and storage conditions.
Buying with your eyes closed and taking action on everything is too stupid. There will definitely be trade-offs.
This question ends here and will not be raised again in the future.
Readers who have read my old works should have a rough idea.
I wrote the book objectively based on real history and supported by real data.
When will my protagonist do something?
The era and society I write about are not imaginary old times. Nor is there only one possible world.
(End of this chapter)