Rebirth of the Flying Era

   Chapter 1 Born to be charming

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

   October 23, 1965, Saturday, Frostfall.

  The cracks in the window "woohoo" filled with cold wind, and there was a cold kang under the buttocks.

   Just crossed over, Du Fei was in a mess, trying to sort out the original owner's chaotic memory.

   It took him about ten minutes before he came back to his senses, and finally understood roughly his current situation.

   The original owner of this body is also called Du Fei. He is 18 years old and just graduated from high school. He lives in a large courtyard near Luogu Lane in the capital. There are two houses with a total of 40 square meters.

  My mother passed away early, and my father, a fifth-grade caster at the Red Star Rolling Mill, died of work-related injuries three months ago.

  The factory gave him a pension and agreed to 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 then looked at the room he was in through the dim light.

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

   Under the window is a heated kang. The bedding on the kang has not been washed for a long time. It feels hard to the touch and has a strange smell.

In the corner opposite the heated kang, there is a large standing cabinet with mirrored doors, next to two low cabinets stacked with camphor wood boxes, a Eight Immortals table and two official hat chairs, on the table are an old-fashioned winding table clock and a Set of white porcelain teapots and cups.

  The furniture is a few years old, and there is no wood visible. It is a good home in this era.

  Du Fei moved his neck, got up and came to the front of the cabinet.

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

  My hair is greasy and disheveled, I haven't washed it for a few days, and my clothes are dirty with several patches up and down.

  Du Fei looked at the mirror and rubbed his cheeks vigorously.

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

   He was really reborn to 1965!

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

   From last night to now, the original owner has been in a coma for a day, and it has been more than ten hours since he was reborn, Shuimi has not slapped his teeth.

   went to the table and picked up the white porcelain teapot on the table, and there was half a pot of water dangling in it.

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

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

  The next moment, swipe!

   The white porcelain teapot that he was holding in his hand suddenly disappeared, and an identical teapot appeared in his carry-on space.

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

   There was a fist-sized white ball of light suspended in the center of the space. I didn't know what it was doing for the time being. Only when the teapot entered, the ball of light shook slightly, and then there was no movement.

   was another thought, and the teapot returned to his hand.

   Du Fei's excited face was slightly flushed, and he instantly thought of countless ways to use this portable space. His breathing was a little short, which made his mouth dry.

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

   Others aside, fill your stomach first anyway.

   Came to the outhouse according to memory, opened the rice jar next to the stove, and looked inside with a probe.

   There is a shriveled cloth bag at the bottom of the tank. When you stretch it out and lift it up, it weighs four or five pounds and is full of stick noodles.

   I grabbed a handful with my hand, and it actually pierced my hand. Although it looked yellow and orange, it couldn’t compare with the finely ground noodles of later generations.

  Du Fei frowned, he didn't even plan to cook by himself, he turned back to the back room and started rummaging.

   Although the clothes are not very good, the original owner's family is really poor.

  The original owner's father, who was promoted to the fifth-level caster the year before last, earned 48 yuan per month, which is more than enough to support two people. He has saved more than 400 yuan over the years.

   In addition to 500 yuan for work-related injury compensation, Du Fei dug out nearly 1,000 yuan from the mezzanine on the inside of the cabinet, dozens of various tickets, and a white jade bracelet.

   This is a huge amount of money!

   Now a permanent 28-weight bicycle is only 180 yuan, and a Shanghai brand 160-type radio is 140 yuan. For more than 2,000 yuan, you can buy a small courtyard with one entry in Beijing.

   Throwing the money ticket and bracelet into the pocket, Du Fei was about to go out.

   Unexpectedly, the space suddenly vibrated slightly!

   A layer of white light emerged from the jade bracelet that was just thrown in, and 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.

   found that this bracelet has no other changes except that the luster is dim.

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

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

   As soon as I went out, a cold wind rushed in and drilled into my neck.

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

   This large courtyard was originally a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits. His home was in the innermost backyard, and he had to go through the front courtyard of the middle courtyard when going 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 cotton padded jacket, his hands behind his back, and he swayed every step of the way, with a arrogant expression.

   "Second uncle, you are off work."

   Face to face, Du Fei greeted him habitually, and a mass of new memories flooded his mind, causing him to frown.

  The uncle of the Guanyuan is at this time, the unique system of the Beijing Dazayuan, to select a high-ranking uncle to help mediate the conflicts between the neighbors.

   But he didn't stop, he passed through a moon gate and came to the middle courtyard of the Siheyuan.

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

  The people who boil water, cook, adults call, and children make trouble.

  Du Fei was frowning as he digested new memories about the neighbors in the courtyard when he suddenly saw a pretty figure.

   Wearing a small blue cloth floral jacket, the cuffs were rolled up high, revealing two white lotus-like forearms, scrubbing and washing clothes.

   "This...is this Widow Qin?" Memories emerged again. This Widow Qin died a few years ago with her husband, lived with her widowed mother-in-law, and brought three children with her.

   Aware of Du Fei's gaze, Widow Qin looked up.

  I have to admit that, apart from her character, this little widow is really beautiful! If you don't put on Fendai, you will blow up those Internet celebrities in later generations, and the figure is quite predictable, especially the pair of peach blossom eyes. In the big basin in front of him, because of the hot water, a white gas rose up, and looking vaguely in the mist, it was actually inexhaustible.

   "Little Du, are you feeling better today?" Widow Qin smiled, stopped her work, and said enthusiastically, "If you have something to do, tell Sister Qin, don't be polite."

   "Thank you Sister Qin."

  Du Fei twitched the corner of his mouth and left the middle court perfunctorily.

   As the saying goes, there are many right and wrong in front of the widow's door.

   Just arrived, he didn't want to cause trouble.

   "Boy, what are you busy with."

   Looking at Du Fei's back, Widow Qin snorted and rolled her eyes again, thinking of something, pursed her lips and smiled sweetly.

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

   said hello, and finally walked out of the courtyard.

   Looking back, 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 really many wonderful flowers in the courtyard!

  Three uncles in the front, middle and backyard, a silly cook, a pretty widow, and a generous mother-in-law.

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

   (end of this chapter)