Traveling back to 1977

Chapter 1 Time Travel Should Be a Sense of Ritual

(I'll add a note when I get back; many people don't read this in the chapter comments, so I'll just move it to the beginning:)

The story is fictional, but the historical background information is real. Some aspects may differ from some of your preconceived notions, but they are objective facts. Explanations will be provided in the text if you don't skip any chapters, and some readers' comments also corroborate this.

The situation back then was much more complex than it is now, and even people from that era couldn't claim to fully understand it. Differences in regions could lead to significant variations in certain aspects. My elders started in the transportation industry in the 30s, traveling to many places and experiencing numerous events. They also consulted many sources, so the authenticity of the background information is beyond doubt.

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I've heard that if you set the air conditioner to 16 degrees Celsius, light a candle, place an alarm clock in front of the candle, sleep under a warm air-conditioning blanket, and silently recite "Heaven and Earth are boundless, Heaven and Earth are reversed," you can travel through time.

After taking a drunken shower, Chen Fan recalled the words spoken at the dinner table by his colleague, a man who was always talking about the I Ching and Qimen Dunjia and was nicknamed "Taoist".

Thinking back to when I entered an orphanage when I was just over 10 years old, and how I managed to go to university through part-time jobs and my parents' inheritance, and after working for several years I'm still just a wage slave renting in an urban village, with no one to care for me or care for me, it seems like transmigrating isn't so bad, it can't be any worse than it is now, right?
He first turned the air conditioner to its lowest temperature, took out the birthday candles that came with the cake he bought last year from the drawer, lit them, dripped two drops of wax onto the table, placed the candles on it to hold them in place, then set his phone to alarm mode and set it to a clockwork alarm. Only then did he yawn, lie down on the bed, and pull the covers over himself.

Ugh, so sleepy.

Chen Fan yawned, just about to fall asleep, when he vaguely remembered that he hadn't recited the incantation yet, so he unconsciously recited, "Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe is reversed."

Then his head lolled to one side, and he fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a bit cold and numb, but I couldn't move. There was also a lot of noise coming from the side.

"Quickly, strip him naked."

"Women, get out of here. Don't just stand there like idiots. Go boil some water and make some ginger tea."

"Xiao Wu, go to the brigade headquarters and invite Doctor Zhang over."

"Third brother, take off your coat."

"Uncle, why do I have to take my clothes off?"

"Nonsense, you're wearing an extra sweater, and a long coat at that. If you don't take it off, who will?"

"Yuejin, Weiguo, you two take a door panel over and carry him back."

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Hearing this, Chen Fan shivered in a daze, trying hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't. He felt himself being moved around and finally landed in a warm nest. Once the warmth settled in, he drifted off to sleep again.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Fan woke up again, his head still aching.

Uh, I guess I drank too much at the company party last night and got a bit tipsy.

The boss is still bragging about selling Moutai for 1780 yuan a bottle. These days, everyone knows who's who. There are over 3,000 wineries in Moutai Town, and 547 of them are legitimate. They all claim to sell Moutai. They scan the code and say 1780 yuan, but it's probably only 98 yuan at most. Wholesale customers can get a 60% discount. With this kind of wine, who knows if it's brewed or blended? It's no wonder you get a headache after drinking it.

Chen Fan gently rubbed his face, trying to clear his head. The boss didn't care how late he drank last night; he was going to work as usual this morning, and being late was considered being late.

He then forced himself to get out of bed despite the headache.

But the moment she opened her eyes, she was completely stunned.

His eyes darted left and right, as if he was still asleep.

How would I know I was dreaming if I wasn't awake? Isn't it said that as long as a person feels they are dreaming, they will wake up immediately?

Chen Fan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Wake up!"
Then I opened my eyes, but unfortunately, I still hadn't woken up.

Close your eyes, open your eyes, close your eyes, open your eyes...

He blinked until his eyes ached, but all he saw was a mud-walled, thatched-roof house.

Even the quilt I was lying in had a half-foot-thick layer of straw, and then a straw mat was laid on top. This must be the bed sheet, right?
Thankfully, the quilt was a solid cotton quilt; if it had been a straw quilt, Chen Fan wondered if he would have gone crazy. The slightly stiff cotton quilt and the prickly straw beneath him told him that this was a real world, not a dream!

Chen Fan suddenly remembered what he had done before going to sleep. So, I've time-traveled?

Is what the Taoist priest said true?
Can you really travel through time by performing some random time-travel ritual?

Just as he was in a daze, a girl wearing a blue plaid blouse pushed open the door and walked in.

Chen Fan immediately turned his head to look, and their eyes met. The girl exclaimed in surprise and turned to run away.

"Captain Yang, that person has woken up."

Chen Fan blinked. Who was Captain Yang? Where was he? What day was it?
When someone appeared, he couldn't stay in bed any longer, so he prepared to get up, but as soon as he lifted the blanket, he quickly covered himself again.

Where are my clothes? Where did my perfectly good set of pure cotton pajamas go?
Five minutes later, the girl who had just returned returned with a flushed face, then quickly slipped out, closing the door behind her.

Chen Fan hurriedly put on his underwear and the pajamas that had become wrinkled from drying, then wrapped himself in a worn-out cotton-padded coat with a slightly unknown smell, and put on tattered cotton shoes. He didn't even notice any changes in his body before quickly walking over and opening the door.

……

The room is neither too big nor too small, about thirty square meters. The main door is in the middle, and it's a double door, the kind that used to be common in rural areas, with wooden bolts.

There was a large square table against the wall directly opposite the door, with a portrait of the leader hanging above it. On the table were a large teapot, a stack of teacups, and a kerosene lamp, and several bamboo chairs were placed next to it.

There was a bed on each side against the wall as you entered, and four light-colored wooden cabinets next to the beds, clearly indicating that this was a dormitory room for four people.

The other three beds were empty, without even a straw, so it was unclear whether the house had never been lived in before.

Chen Fan sat on a bamboo chair, looked around the room, and finally his gaze fell on Captain Yang, who was sitting on the other side of the table.

Captain Yang, Accountant Liu, and Warehouse Keeper Huang were the only three sitting inside; everyone else was crammed at the doorway, some squatting, some standing, forming a large, dark mass.

Even the four small windows, each about a foot square, were opened, and several heads peered intently inside through a row of upright wooden sticks.

Forget about the front windows, can you even see the back windows?
Captain Yang coughed lightly, "Young man, where are you from? Why aren't you wearing more clothes in the middle of winter, and you even fell into the river?"

Chen Fan stared at him, his face blank. "Huh?"

Captain Yang turned to look at the other two members of the team's leadership, then turned back to ask, "What's your name?"

Chen Fan: "Oh, my name is Chen Fan."

Captain Yang's face lit up with joy, and he continued to ask, "Where are you from?"

Chen Fan remained stunned. "Huh?"

Captain Yang's face immediately darkened. "Young man, this attitude is unacceptable. If you don't confess honestly, we'll hand you over to the police!"

Chen Fan looked miserable. "I don't know."

He didn't even know where he was or what era this was, so how could he dare to speak recklessly?

Judging from his accent, it was similar to that of his hometown in Jiangnan, so there was no problem communicating and the other party had no suspicions.

But judging from their clothes, they are mostly from the 7s or 80s, or maybe even earlier.

Before the early 80s, the rural environment in my country had not changed much.

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