Chapter 3 Traveling to 1959
June 23, 1959
Capital, Dongcheng District, Daqudeng Hutong, Gege Mansion.
It was called the Gege Mansion, which was the name used in the late Qing Dynasty. It was really magnificent back then. It was a large house with five entrances, two cross courtyards in the east and west, and a back garden in the north.
After liberation, the people became masters of their own country and the Gege Mansion was requisitioned. From then on, the Gege Mansion was called No. 38 Daqudeng Hutong, and intellectuals and workers from all over the country who supported the construction of the capital also lived there.
The once luxurious princess's mansion was completely transformed into a slum, and the houses were divided into individual households.
As the population continues to grow, what will we do if more houses are needed, for example, if someone’s son grows up and wants to get married, or someone’s grandchildren grow up and want to live independently, etc.?
So all kinds of illegal buildings appeared.
Today the Li family built a small house next to the ear room, tomorrow the Zhang family occupied the corridor, and a few days later another small house appeared in the yard. Everything was in a mess and the street couldn't manage it.
In a slum like this, unless the people living here know the way, outsiders coming in will definitely be confused.
It was evening, and the originally quiet courtyard had become bustling with activity. Students were leaving school, workers were getting off work, women were collecting clothes, and some were preparing dinner.
For a moment, people came and went, making it very lively and bustling, filling the slum with the breath of life.
At this moment, the door of the main house in the second courtyard was opened, and a young man wearing a vest and large shorts, with wet hair, a towel in his hand, and a confused look on his face walked out.
The sudden intrusion of this stranger immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the middle courtyard, and the entire courtyard became quiet in an instant.
Everyone looked at each other, all looking confused.
"Isn't this Lin Laoguang's house? When did the guests come?"
"I haven't heard of anyone coming, otherwise the Lin family would have to report it to us, right?"
"Isn't the Lin family at home tonight attending a fellow villager's wedding? If someone comes out of the house at this time, will it be..."
The people in the yard looked at this strange young man and talked about it. Matchmaker Wang nudged Ma Dazhuang beside her and whispered:
"Hey, Debojing, I don't think this guy is a good person. Could he be a thief? Go and investigate quickly."
Ma Dazhuang, from the Northeast, nicknamed Debojing, was a chatterbox who could strike up a conversation with anyone he met. Upon hearing Wang the matchmaker's instigation, he walked over, frowned, and asked:
"Hey, kid, when did you come to our courtyard? Whose house are you looking for?"
Although the slums are messy, the interpersonal relationships are simple. There are always a few old ladies with red embroidered badges squatting at the door. No matter whether you are a petty thief or an enemy spy, no one can escape the eyes of the people in Dongcheng District.
So the sudden appearance of a stranger in the yard made everyone instinctively feel suspicious and vigilant.
This strange young man was Lin Sanqi.
At this time, Lin Sanqi's mind was still confused. Looking at the group of "living people" in front of him, their clothes, their appearance, and even their hairstyles, it was like watching a black and white movie.
Especially when he heard Ma Dazhuang's question, his Northeastern dialect was so thick that it made him feel like he was Zhao Benshan, so he burst out laughing:
"Mother Diunei, am I dreaming? Dreaming of returning to Tieling, the largest city in the universe? Hehehe~~~"
Lin Sanqi really believed he was dreaming. Otherwise, how could he explain the strange world he had entered the moment he opened the bathroom door? And a group of living people speaking northern dialect?
Ma Dazhuang glanced back at the others and asked unconfidently, "Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?"
Matchmaker Wang gave Ma Dazhuang a cold look and said to an old man holding a teapot next to her:
"Well, dealing with people can't be left to Debojing, Lord Beile, you have to take action."
The prince that matchmaker Wang mentioned was Na Ming, who lived in the east wing of the second courtyard. From his name, we could tell that he was a Manchu.
Anyway, the old man himself said that if the Qing Dynasty had not fallen, he would have been able to inherit the title of Beile at least, and then the entire Gege Mansion would have belonged to his family.
But no one in the hospital believed him and thought the old man was just bragging.
This is a new society, and the people are the masters of their own destiny. Let alone that Na Ming is an old man, even if he is really a remnant of the Qing Dynasty, he would have to coil like a dragon and lie down like a tiger.
The old man, holding a purple clay teapot, walked slowly to Lin Sanqi and asked with a smile:
"Hey, buddy, I see you're from Doctor Lin's family. Who are you from Doctor Lin's family?"
Lin Sanqi looked at the old man in front of him, who was wearing a traditional short jacket, old Beijing cloth shoes, and had a wrinkled face. He was unable to recover his mind and said:
"Doctor Lin? Doctor Lin is my dad. Oh, no, I don't know the Doctor Lin here, but everyone in my village calls me Dad, Doctor Lin."
The old man was a little surprised: "What dad? I'm asking who you are in Doctor Lin's family?"
"I...oh no...I'm dead..."
Lin Sanqi suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. After all, he was a person who had read countless online novels in college, so he knew a little about what "time travel" was.
Now Lin Sanqi felt that there was a high probability that he had traveled through time, and it seemed that he had come to the north from the southernmost part of the motherland all of a sudden.
Judging from the clothes worn by the people in the yard in front of me, they are either white, blue or green, and many of them even have patches on their clothes.
And the bright red slogans on the walls of the yard:
"United as one, let us build a new China together!"
“Stand united and overcome the difficulties together!”
"Long live the victory of socialism!"
Lin Sanqi is sure that this is definitely not the kind of clothes people should wear in 2013. This is at least the kind of clothes people should wear after 1949, during the hard and simple red era before the reform and opening up.
Not sure exactly what year this was.
Thinking that he had traveled through time, Lin Sanqi looked back at the door and saw an eight-immortal table placed in the middle of the room behind the door. Where was the huge space he had come from?
For a moment, Lin Sanqi panicked: "Is this a mistake? I can't go back?"
When the people in the yard saw Lin Sanqi's crazy appearance, they all started to wonder, but there was one thing everyone was sure of: this kid definitely didn't come from a good background.
Just looking at that long hair, you can tell at first glance that he is not a good person. Nowadays, all ambitious young people shave their heads, so who would have long hair?
(Lin Sanqi, is Aaron Kwok's hairstyle also called long hair? The only thing to blame is that his hair hasn't become fluffy after taking a shower, and it sticks to his forehead like a Han woman's dry hair)
At this moment, a fat, short, middle-aged woman in the yard suddenly shouted:
"Oh my goodness, this guy must be a thief, what a fool! He even broke into our yard! Gentlemen, quickly arrest him and take him to the police station! Go ahead, go!"
(End of this chapter)
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