I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 1 This lame leg is worth it
Song Wu woke up from the pain.

In a daze, he only felt a sharp pain in his left thigh. It hurt so much that he was covered in sweat, which was sticky and uncomfortable.

When he woke up a little, he heard the whistling wind and the pounding rain in his ears.

When he opened his eyes, the room was only dimly lit, and the wooden beams and roofs he saw made him slightly stunned.He turned his head and looked left and right, only to find that it was a strange, empty house. It didn't look like the building in the community where he lived.

Song Wu sat up suddenly, but pulled his left thigh. A heartbreaking pain made his eyes go black.

The pain made him gasp in pain.So, I didn't dare to move at all.

However, before he could calm down, his brain began to bulge again, as if many things were surging out at once.At this time, Song Wu could no longer hold on and fell onto the pillow.

When he woke up leisurely again, the sun had already slanted into the room through the window, making Song Wu feel the slightest warmth.

The sound of wind and rain has disappeared, and the surroundings are quiet.But Song Wu's mood really couldn't calm down.

There were a lot of things inexplicably in his mind, which were the memories of a 50-year-old man who lived in BJ City in the 27s.

His name is also Song Wu!
Coincidentally, he was also a car mechanic.What's more coincidental is that he is also a bachelor!

The most tragic coincidence is that both of them are disabled!

Song Wu subconsciously reached out and touched it, and his eyes could not help but heat up: "I didn't expect that I would be able to touch the real thing with my hands. Can I also experience it for real?"

Just because of the warm and real touch in his hand, Song Wu felt that this time travel was worth it no matter what!

Even if you are a cripple, it is still worth it!

Because this time he has realized his biggest wish in his life!

Song Wu, who was agitated in his heart, unintentionally pulled his thigh again. A burst of heartbreaking pain made him hiss and suck in cold air.But he endured the pain, frowned a few times, and said to himself: "Isn't it just a lame leg? Isn't it just a bit of pain in the windy, rainy, cold winter? I don't care! At the very least, my body is fully alive now. Isn’t this better than anything else?"

Song Wu gently rubbed the painful area on his thigh. Although it was unbearable, a smile appeared on his face.It's just that the muscles that twitched slightly when he smiled were somewhat twisted.

It was noon, and the spring sun was warm.

Song Wu's legs gradually improved a lot.He couldn't restrain his curiosity and wanted to get out of bed and see with his own eyes this large courtyard that only existed in the images in his brain's memory.

The house he lives in is a three-bay east wing in the front yard of a courtyard house. There is also a small wing at the southernmost end of the house.It is roughly estimated that the three-bay room is more than 40 square meters, less than 50 square meters, and the small penthouse is only seven or eight square meters, less than 10 square meters.

This three-bay room is very empty and has no partitions.

A kang was built on the north wall of the house, and an old double-door cabinet was placed on the east wall.There is a three-button wooden table and a chair under the north window on the west wall.

There is a table on the east wall opposite the door. There is a portrait of the leader on the wall beside the table. There are thermos bottles, glass teacups, chipped ceramic teapots and a worn small mirror on the table.

As soon as you enter the room, there is a low square wooden table and four small stools.Inside the door of the house, there is a washbasin stand welded with an old wheel hub.There was an enamel washbasin on the washstand, a torn towel on the shelf, and half a bar of soap in a plastic box.

There was only one coal stove in the house, which was placed by the entrance window, with a thin iron chimney attached.A round hole was dug in the upper left corner of the window, and the chimney led outside.

Song Wu walked over and picked up the kettle on the stove to take a look, and found that the kettle was empty and the coal stove had been extinguished. This kind of stove still burned briquettes, not the briquettes he was familiar with.

Song Wu put down the kettle, shook his head, walked to the table, picked up the thermos bottle and shook it.

There was half a bottle of water inside. I opened the cork and tested the temperature. Then I poured myself a cup of hot water and held it in my hands.He took a gentle sip, and a warm feeling of happiness quickly spread through his body, causing him to let out a sigh of relief.He quickly took a few more sips.The stiff body slowly gained some vitality.

Song Wu closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he was startled by something he saw in the corner of his eye: "What the hell?"

oh!It turned out to be the broken mirror on the table.

At this time, there was a scary image in the mirror with unkempt hair and pitch black.

Song Wu looked and touched his face.He was sure that it was himself: "How many days has it been since I washed it!" He stared at it for a long time, unable to figure out what he looked like.

The face in the mirror was all covered with old gray, and he looked a bit like the old beggar who had been sitting in the corner of the wall next to the car repair shop before he crossed over.Song Wu couldn't help feeling a chill in his body. He lowered his head and smelled his body. The sour smell made him almost faint.All other random thoughts were put to the back of his mind, and he decided that he had to take a shower and clean himself up first.And in this room, I didn't feel much at all just now, but now I realized that it smelled like a strange smell.

He turned to look at the kang bed where he had just stood up, feeling sick in his heart.The dark and greasy quilt on it was not as clean as the one on that old beggar!

"I can't bear it anymore. Go take a shower, clean yourself, and then get a haircut."

If you don't sweep one house, how can you sweep the world?Quanquan's new life is about to begin. You must pack up comfortably, otherwise you will miss this great opportunity to travel through time.

Ten minutes later, Song Wu sighed dejectedly and threw a few pieces of patched dirty clothes on the ground.

"Damn it, I can't find any clean clothes."

He rummaged through the memories in his mind and discovered that this body's predecessor had a very long laundry cycle.The few shabby clothes were worn in rotation, and when one became dirty, I would replace it with the next. After rotating through the clothes, I would put on the one that I had changed out of first, and I would no longer feel dirty.I only reluctantly do laundry once when it is really dirty.I roughly estimated that I would wash it every two to three months.

Song Wu's admiration for his previous life was like an endless stream of water.His tolerance is extremely long and he is surprisingly lazy. It is also a skill that ordinary people cannot match. At the very least, he can save a lot of money.

At this time, Song Wu's heart moved, and he took out a tin box from the partition of the two-door cabinet according to his memory.

After he opened the lid, he saw dozens and dozens of banknotes in his memory!

After recalling it for a moment, he realized that there was probably more than 1000 yuan in the box.There are also several pieces of family heirloom jewelry.In addition, there are some tickets and two property certificates in the box.

Song Wu combined his memories and understood at once that this money was definitely a huge fortune in today's BJ city.

"No wonder my predecessor had the confidence to live a life of lying down and being extremely lazy. He was ready to chew the old stuff to the bitter end."

However, this kind of thinking is wrong. Although the predecessor was lazy, it was definitely not resting on his laurels.In fact, part of the money in this box was saved by him over the years.

This guy actually has a solid job and enjoys the treatment of a third-level fitter, but because he often asks for leave and gets deducted here and there, he can only get more than 20 yuan a month.His current job is to open a bicycle repair shop in the concierge east of the main gate of the courtyard.

His shop was specially approved by his workplace, the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, in order to take care of his predecessor who was disabled due to a work-related injury and negotiated with the sub-district office.It is jointly managed by the steel rolling mill and the sub-district office. All wages and benefits are calculated based on the level 40 fitter before the injury. The normal length of service is calculated, and the standard monthly salary is 5 yuan and [-] cents.

Unfortunately, the predecessor was often closed, so I could only get about 20 yuan a month.But it is still enough for him to be a lazy bachelor, he has no worries about food and drink, and he can also save a lot.

When Song Wu pulled out two real estate certificates from under the banknotes in the iron box, he was filled with excitement.

"Damn it, let it go!"

He had watched some TV dramas and so on, and he knew to some extent that in this era, BJ's housing was mostly allocated to units, and employees had to pay rent every month, which seemed to be one yuan or two.Employee residents do not have property rights and are only considered renters.

But he didn't expect that the house he lives in now, as well as the reverse house with a small courtyard used as a car repair shop, are all private property!
He briefly recalled the memory of his predecessor, and couldn't help but feel extremely grateful to his deceased father, Old Song: "Thank you for your long-term vision back then. You were able to seize the opportunity before liberation, and grit your teeth to destroy these few people in the compound. A house was bought by a swindler. This is definitely the rhythm of one house for three generations."

Lao Song has been dead for many years!

He died during the chaotic period of work handover after the public-private partnership of the steel rolling mill.At that time, workshop management was loose and production accidents occurred.

That was the first accident after the public-private partnership of the steel rolling mill.Lao Song, a fifth-level fitter, lost his life, and his son Song Wu, a third-level fitter, was injured in his left thigh by broken iron fragments from the explosion.

The iron piece is still embedded in the thigh.

Doctors dare not take it out for fear of damaging nerves and blood vessels.Therefore, the predecessor Song Wu became a disabled cripple with a complete appearance, unable to do heavy work.The steel rolling mill gave the dead and injured father and son a one-time subsidy of 800 yuan in total, and also arranged to open a car repair shop so that the predecessor could continue to provide an iron job.

"No wonder I can save so much money."

Song Wu also understood to some extent the source of most of the more than 1000 yuan in the iron box.The other part was saved by Lao Song and his predecessor.

"It's a lot to be able to save four to five hundred yuan."

Song Wu knew that with these years' wages, it was definitely not easy to save so much money.But when he pulled out from his memory the work that his predecessors had done before liberation, he understood it all at once.

(End of this chapter)