Rebirth of the Flying Era

Du Fei frowned, staring at the calendar on the wall.

Saturday, October 23, 1965, Frostfall.

The slits of the window squeaked into the cold wind, and there was a cold kang under the buttocks.

Just after transmigrating, Du Fei's mind was in a mess, trying to sort out the chaotic memory of the original owner.

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

The original owner of this body is also named Du Fei. He is 18 years old this year and has just graduated from high school. He lives in a courtyard near Nanluoguxiang in Beijing. There are two houses with a total of 40 square meters.

His mother died young, and his father was a fifth-grade caster in the Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant. He died of a work-related injury three months ago.

The factory gave him a pension and agreed to let him take over and work in the factory.

But because of his serious illness, it has been delayed until now.

Du Fei raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and looked at the room in the dim light.

The roof is covered with yellowed old newspapers, the walls are mottled, and the windows are not glass, but gray window paper.

There was a heated kang under the window. The bedding on the kang hadn't been washed for some time. It was hard to the touch and had a strange smell.

In the corner opposite to the heated Kang, there is a large cabinet with side-by-side doors with a mirror. Next to it are two low cabinets stacked with camphor wood boxes. There is also an Eight Immortals table and two official hat chairs. On the table are old-fashioned winding clocks and a Set of white porcelain teapots and teacups.

The furniture is old, and there is no visible wood, which is considered a good possession in this day and age.

Du Fei stretched his neck, stood up and came to the cabinet.

The mirror on the cabinet door reflected a pale young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

His hair was greasy and disheveled, and he hadn't washed it for a few days, and his clothes were dirty, with several patches on top and bottom.

Facing the mirror, Du Fei rubbed his cheek vigorously.

The real touch and pain made him sure that this was not a dream.

He was really reborn in 1965!

Du Fei's throat rolled, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his stomach "gurgled", and a strong sense of hunger gushed out.

From last night until now, the original owner had been in a coma for a whole day, and it had been more than ten hours since he was reborn.

Walking to the table, he lifted the white porcelain teapot on the table, and there was more than half of the pot of water dangling in it.

Du Fei was about to take a cup to drink first, but suddenly his pupils shrank.

A grid-shaped space appeared in his mind, and he had a feeling that as long as he moved his mind, he could put the teapot in his hand into this space.

The next moment, suddenly!

The white porcelain teapot that was originally in his hand suddenly disappeared, and an identical teapot appeared in his portable space.

This space is not large, with the teapot as a reference, it is estimated to be only two meters square.

A fist-sized white ball of light was suspended in the middle of the space. I don't know what it's useful for, but the moment the teapot entered, the ball of light shook slightly, and then there was no more movement.

With another thought, the teapot returned to his hand.

Du Fei's face was slightly flushed with excitement, and he thought of countless ways to use this portable space in an instant, and his breathing was a little short, which made his mouth dry, so he quickly poured a glass of water, gulped, and dried it up in one gulp.

Wait a few minutes to calm down and feel a stronger pang of hunger.

Put the rest aside, let's fill up the stomach anyway.

According to memory, I came to the outhouse, opened the rice vat next to the stove, and looked inside.

There is a shriveled cloth bag at the bottom of the tank, which weighs four or five catties, and it is full of stick noodles.

Grab it with your hand, and it actually pricks your hand. Although it looks yellow and orange, it is incomparable with the finely ground stick noodles of later generations.

Du Fei frowned, and simply didn't plan to cook by himself, turned around and went back to the back room and started rummaging through the boxes.

Although they are not well dressed, the original owner's family is really rich.

The salary of the fifth-level caster promoted by the original owner's father the year before last was 48.5 yuan a month, which was more than enough to feed two people. Over the years, he had saved more than 400 yuan.

In addition to 500 yuan of work-related compensation, Du Fei found a total of nearly 1,000 yuan from the interlayer inside the cabinet, dozens of various coupons, and a white jade bracelet.

This is a huge sum of money!

Now a permanent 28 weighted bicycle costs only 180 yuan, and a Shanghai brand 160 radio costs 140 yuan. You can buy a small courtyard house in the capital for more than 2,000 yuan.

Throw the money ticket and bracelet into the portable space, and Du Fei is about to go out.

Unexpectedly, the space suddenly vibrated slightly!

A layer of white light emerged from the jade bracelet just thrown in, and it was slowly absorbed by the light ball suspended in the space!

Du Fei let out a 'huh' and hurriedly took out the jade bracelet to check.

It was found that the bracelet had no other changes except that the luster was dim.

On the contrary, the light sphere in the space seems to become bigger after absorbing the white light.

Du Fei pondered for a while, but he still didn't know what to do. Instead, he was even more hungry, so he had to put the bracelet back first.

As soon as I went out, suddenly, a gust of cold wind came, blowing straight into my neck.

Du Fei shrank his neck from the cold, closed the door behind his back and walked to the front yard.

This courtyard was originally a large quadrangle with three entrances and three exits. His house was in the innermost backyard, and he had to go through the front yard of the middle courtyard when he went out.

It was just after five o'clock, and it was still dark.

As soon as Du Fei went out, he ran into a fat man in a blue padded jacket, with his hands behind his back, swaying every step, with an arrogant air.

"Second uncle, you are off work."

After meeting each other, Du Fei greeted him habitually, and a large group of new memories flooded his mind, making him frown.

The uncle in charge of the courtyard is at this time, and the unique system of the capital's large courtyards selects a highly respected uncle to help mediate conflicts between neighbors.

But the footsteps did not stop, passing through a moon gate, and came to the middle courtyard of the courtyard.

The middle courtyard has the largest area and the largest number of residents, and it is obviously more lively.

Those who boiled water, those who cooked, adults yelled, children made noises, it was a mess.

Du Fei was frowning to digest the new memory about the neighbors in the courtyard when he suddenly saw a pretty figure.

Wearing a small blue cloth floral jacket, the cuffs are rolled up high, revealing two forearms like white lotus root, scrubbing the clothes "shuashua".

"This...is this widow Qin?" The memory came back again. This widow Qin died of her husband a few years ago and lived with her widowed mother-in-law and brought three children with her.

Sensing Du Fei's gaze, Widow Qin looked up.

I have to admit, regardless of her personality, this little widow is really beautiful! Without makeup, she will be the internet celebrity of later generations, and her figure is quite predictable, especially those peach blossom eyes. In the big basin in front of him, because of the mixing of hot water, a cloud of white air rose up, and he looked around vaguely in the mist, which was actually indescribable.

"Little Du, are you feeling better today?" Widow Qin stopped her work with a smile on her face, and said enthusiastically, "If you have anything to do, tell Sister Qin, don't be too polite."

"Thank you, Miss Qin."

The corner of Du Fei's mouth twitched, and he walked out of the middle courtyard perfunctorily.

As the saying goes, there are many gossips at the widow's door.

As a newcomer, he didn't want to cause trouble.

"Boy, what are you up to?"

Looking at Du Fei's back, Widow Qin cast an angry look, then rolled her eyes again, she pursed her lips and smiled sweetly.

In the front yard, Du Fei saw the third uncle who was cleaning the bicycle at the door of his house.

After saying hello, they finally walked out of the courtyard.

Looking back, I saw the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the noisy voices in the courtyard.

Du Fei suddenly smiled.

More memories emerged in my mind, and there are so many wonderful things in the courtyard!

The three uncles in the front, middle and back yards, a silly cook, a pretty widow, and a generous mother-in-law.

In this era of no mobile phones and no Internet, the yard is full of chickens and dogs from time to time, and life in the future will definitely be quite exciting.