Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Regulations on the Work of Rural People's Communes (……

Su Yan played two games in bed, both ending in defeat. She threw her phone away and complained to herself, "I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, I'm just afraid of idiotic teammates. What's with the mid-lane guy? He clears the minion wave and then hangs up under the tower. No wonder we've lost eight games in a row. I need to find the reason myself."

Checking her watch, it was already 11:30 AM. Without putting on her shoes, she jumped directly onto her computer chair and pulled out a cardboard box from under her desk. She casually dug out two packs of chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of milk from among the pile of snacks and made lunch. Su Yan charged her iPad and opened Douban. She saw a rumor about a certain user suspected of being in a relationship on the front page. She read it carefully and sighed, "Confirmed!"

WeChat buzzed, and it was a post from a close friend posting a trending Weibo post: "Your little fresh meat is in a sweet relationship," accompanied by an emoji that read, "As expected." Su Yan snorted and replied, "I'm no longer a fan. My youth is over!" She was so angry that even her cookies didn't taste good. She had just changed and was about to go out for a stroll when she heard a few elementary school students jostling each other outside the window.

Su Yan was a sophomore who had been taking a leave of absence to teach in the mountainous area for almost a semester. Knowing that the students here were quite shy, she opened the door and waved, "What's up? It's Sunday, aren't you all that active on your day off?"

Su Yan teaches a mixed class, with third, fourth and fifth graders attending together, but there are only fifteen students in total. The county has a poverty alleviation policy, and has built poverty alleviation rural houses at the foot of the mountain. According to the plan, all villagers on the mountain will be relocated to the foot of the mountain. The remaining dozens of households will not be relocated until next year.

The children in the mountains all loved playing outside and were all tanned. One girl held up a lunch box and said, "Teacher Su, this is some bacon fried by my grandma and bamboo rice cooked by my grandpa. The cafeteria is closed on Sunday, so why don't you eat?" Su Yan took it and smiled, "Okay, that's very nice. I'll buy you some hairpins when I go to the county town this afternoon."

Su Yan opened the lunch box, and the aroma of meat and bamboo wafted out. She picked up a piece of bacon with chopsticks and found it was fried until golden brown: "What a delicacy!" After she finished eating, she prepared to drive to the county town for a stroll. Rats had been making noises all night last night, and even people were afraid of them. She wondered where she could get some rat poison to try. She took out a list from the drawer. It was the supplies to be purchased for the school cafeteria next month. The cafeteria chef had something to do at home, and since Su Yan had a car, she asked her to bring it back.

The car in her hand was a Jeep Wrangler Rubicon two-door version, which was shipped all the way from Shanghai by her old mother. She said that whenever she wanted to go back, she could just drive back.

After waiting for two months, Su Yan saw that her daughter had no intention of returning and instead wanted to complete the entire year of teaching. Her mother, a strong woman, was helpless, so she had to send her food and clothes, air conditioners, washing machines, and dryers day by day. She even sent the school flooring to replace it. In less than a month, it filled Su Yan's dormitory. She also sent imported biscuits and beef, and Su Yan had to stuff it all into her small portable space.

Su Yan discovered this small space when she was sixteen years old. She could put things in and take things out, but she always used it as a storage room. It was not a place to grow vegetables and flowers as described in novels.

She drove to the market. The vegetable and meat vendors knew the car belonged to the mountain primary school as soon as they saw it, and they helped load the rice, flour, vegetables, and meat they had already ordered onto the car. Thinking that the mountain students rarely ate fruit, they also bought a dozen boxes of fruit, bananas, and other things. Once the car was full, they drove to a secluded spot and slowly moved the items into the space, sweating profusely until they finally emptied the car.

A few days ago, Su Yan promised her students she'd treat them to Peking duck, so she went to a roast duck restaurant and bought a dozen ducks and threw them into her space. She was running out of her usual period painkillers, so she went to the pharmacy. The pharmacy was having a sale, so Su Yan, convinced by the salesperson, ended up buying a bunch of unnecessary vitamins and cold medicine. The only thing she found useful was mosquito repellent. The market stalls were all closed, so Su Yan headed up the mountain. The roads were difficult and dark, but she was confident in her driving skills. But after two hours, she realized something was amiss.

The roads up the mountain were dirt roads built by the villagers themselves, later renovated at the government's expense. It usually took Su Yan just over an hour to reach her destination. This road was a single main road, with no other forks. Su Yan definitely wouldn't have taken the wrong one. She checked the meter and saw she had already driven over 60 kilometers. The distance from the mountain elementary school to the town was only about 40 kilometers, but she had already driven 60 kilometers. Could she have gone too far?

Su Yan shook her head. The road was only two or three kilometers long after passing the village primary school. After that, the road became very narrow and Su Yan's car could not drive in.

It was pitch black outside the car window, and even an unknown bird could be heard chirping. Su Yan picked up her phone to make a call, but found that there was no signal at all. She got out of the car trembling, holding her portable anti-wolf flashlight, and muttered to herself: "We are atheists, we are materialists, we are the successors of socialism, we are prosperous, democratic, civilized, harmonious, free, equal, fair, rule of law, patriotic, dedicated, honest, and friendly..."

She walked to the side of the road with a flashlight and was stunned. She looked in the direction of the flashlight and saw a lush green cornfield. She jumped down and saw that the corn was still producing red ears. She grew up in the countryside with her grandmother until she was ten years old. Although she had never done farm work, she knew that corn only produces ears in summer. But it was autumn when Su Yan drove down the mountain. There was still frost in the mountains in the morning. She felt cold and bought a hot water bottle and electric blanket. How come it suddenly became summer now?

Su Yan held her breath and carefully hid back in the car: "I...I encountered a ghost wall?"

She'd spent her high school years browsing those Tianya posts about the supernatural, and now, thinking about it, a chill ran down her spine. She made over a dozen calls, but couldn't get a signal. Su Yan remembered a news story about a climber on Mount Huangshan who fell off a railing and, with no cell service, was rescued by building a simple radio from the materials in his bag. She breathed a sigh of relief. "A radio is easy; it's built into the car's audio and video system."

Su Yan has been fearless since she was a child, except for ghosts. Even if it wasn't a ghost, she would be scared to death when encountering such a supernatural event. She turned on the car audio and video with trembling hands and started automatic search.

A clear, articulate broadcast voice slowly flowed out: "On March 22, the Central Working Conference adopted the 'Draft Regulations on the Work of Rural People's Communes'. The document consists of 10 chapters and 60 articles. The draft stipulates that the scale of people's communes at all levels should not be too large, especially production brigades, to avoid leveling out production teams with widely varying economic levels in distribution and to avoid egalitarianism between teams."

If Su Yan couldn't understand the previous part, then she must understand the People's Commune. She wondered when the People's Commune was founded. If it wasn't the 1960s, then it must be the 1970s. Anyway, it was something Su Yan had only read about in history textbooks.

Her heart slowly dropped, and by the time she heard the next few words, she was completely stunned - "In January 1961, the Ninth Plenary Session of the Eighth Central Committee adopted the eight-character policy of 'adjusting, consolidating, enriching, and improving' the national economy. At the meeting, Chairman Mao made several speeches, calling for the promotion of a spirit of investigation and research, the restoration of the style of seeking truth from facts, and demanding that 1961 be made the year of seeking truth from facts and investigating and researching."

Su Yan stood there in a daze, plugged in her headphones, and listened silently for half an hour. She already suspected that she had returned to 1961. Based on her limited historical knowledge, she also understood the strict household registration management system of that era.

Su Yan just fell from the sky, driving a jeep. She would most likely be mistaken for a foreign spy or a spy from the other side of the strait. Even if she was not considered a spy, she would be sent to a shelter as a migrant worker.

Su Yan's space is relatively small, and the things she has thrown in over the past few years are almost filling up the space. If she puts her car in, it won't be able to fit in. She touched the new car that she had only driven for half a year, feeling quite painful, and sighed: I can only leave you here for now!

Su Yan touched her jeep and thought to herself that she absolutely could not keep this car. She moved all the things in the car into the space. Fearing that someone would come at this time, she hurriedly got out of the car and hid in the cornfield beside her.

Su Yan was wearing a long-sleeved beige blazer and jeans. This outfit was definitely not going to work. She searched the space for a long time and found a dark red plaid shirt and a pair of black cotton and linen wide-leg pants from Uniqlo in a corner. She had no idea when they were bought or who bought them, and even the tags hadn't been cut off. Su Yan had changed in the space and saw that she was wearing a pair of Martin boots. She tapped her head and wondered how long she had searched before finally finding a pair of classic black and white Converse. She compared them and found this pair to be the simplest. While clothes and shoes could be changed immediately, Su Yan's wavy shoulder-length hair couldn't be turned straight immediately. Fortunately, she hadn't dyed it, so it was still black. She recalled the images of women in period dramas and history textbooks. Unable to find a rubber band, she tied it up with a plain blue handkerchief.

Time is suspended in this space, so things won't spoil no matter how long they're stored. Su Yan fished out a few bananas, filled her stomach, and then looked in the mirror. Su Yan was pale and didn't like going out, so her palms were always cold, revealing a delicate, almost icy complexion. Her eyes were large, and even when she wasn't smiling, they seemed to hold a hint of a smile. The girl in the mirror looked every bit like someone from history class.

Her best friend once said that when Su Yan was silent, she looked like a classical beauty. But when she spoke, she was like a Zuan lady. Su Yan refused to admit this, saying that she was just a person who criticized her teammates.

Su Yan was a cautious person. Although she felt the broadcast was absurd, she was prepared. If someone were to play a prank, going out in such shabby clothes would be a laughing stock. If it were still the 21st century, the car would be parked there, locked, and even if it was stolen, it could be tracked and recovered. But if it really was 1961, wearing jeans and Martin boots, driving a 21st century Jeep, would be a suicidal act. Money and material possessions are only the most important thing, life is the most important thing. This was the wise saying of Su Yan's mother.

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