Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The winter of 08 was extremely cold. Although the Olympics had been over for more than five months, the enthusiasm for national fitness in Beijing had not subsided.

However, the most popular sport in Beijing in winter is not running, but winter swimming.

Even though it is the coldest time of the year, many people come here for winter swimming. The location is the Kunyu River at the Ruyi Gate south of the Summer Palace. This is the winter swimming holy land of Beijing. It is said that this was the place where the Empress Dowager Cixi used to play. Some people even fished out treasures such as pearls and jade pendants from the river. This should be the biggest charm of winter swimming.

Qin Dabao was also very proud. He was 67 years old and had been sitting in the office for many years. His skin was flabby and his body was full of fat. Now that he was retired, he had nothing to do.

Today I called a few buddies together and decided to follow the trend and swim in the river through the ice hole, and then go to Donglaishun to eat mutton hotpot with Erguotou.

Qin Dabao is a pure Beijing native. His hometown is Qinjiagou at the foot of Wanger Mountain. It can be said that he has not done anything outstanding in his life and is also unknown at work. However, when it comes to being a person, no one can find fault with him. Those who know him give him a thumbs up.

He has never been married in his life, and he has no illegitimate children. He is an old bachelor. It is not because he is not good-looking or has any health problems. He works as a section chief in the Beijing Public Security Bureau and enjoys the treatment of a deputy director after retirement. The reason he does not get married despite such good conditions is that he has to take care of his alcoholic father and mentally retarded sister.

In the past six months, his father and sister passed away one after another. Without them, his energy and spirit were gone. He stayed at home all day reading, carving wood, and drinking wine. Sometimes he didn't go out for a week, so a few old friends asked him to go winter swimming with them.

Qin Dabao took off all his clothes except for his blue swimming trunks. The cold wind made him shiver. He felt a little regretful. Why was he showing off at such an old age? He might as well lie on the kang at home and keep warm.

He turned his head and looked around. There were quite a few old men here for winter swimming, and among them were two old ladies in bright red swimsuits. A group of shameless old men surrounded the old ladies, stretching their legs and hips, just like a peacock spreading its tail, but they forgot that the old faces were as red as the peacock's buttocks.

Qin Dabao stepped on the ice, squatted down and touched the water in the ice hole. The water was warm and not cold at all. He was too lazy to look at others. He said hello to a few old friends and jumped into the water with a splash, which attracted cheers from a group of people.

But Qin Dabao, who had entered the water, could not hear anything. He swam hard downwards. Suddenly, a ray of light flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Qin Dabao suddenly remembered that someone was said to have picked up antique treasures from this river. Could it be...

He dived towards the light without hesitation.

When he got closer, he saw, wow! It turned out to be a pearl. He dug the bead out of the mud and took a closer look. It turned out to be a round pearl.

This Dongzhu is different from ordinary pearls. It is only produced in the Songhua River and Heilongjiang River areas. It is extremely rare and can be said to be a rare treasure. Such a large Dongzhu can only be inlaid on the royal crown.

Qin Dabao was so happy that he was about to swim back, but he found that Dongzhu emitted a white light and entered his palm. Then a suction force pulled Qin Dabao to the bottom of the river.

Qin Dabao felt a black screen before his eyes and then lost consciousness...

The friends who waited on the ice for Qin Dabao to surface only received a pair of blue swimming trunks. They were so anxious that they quickly called the police for help. Rescuers searched for him for more than ten days but found no trace of him. Qin Dabao became the first person to go missing in winter swimming this year, dampening people's enthusiasm for winter swimming. As a result, the Kunyu River fell silent...

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When Qin Dabao woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. The sun was shining and the air was fresh. At a glance, it was the size of a football field.

All I could see was a courtyard and black soil, but the strange thing was that after looking for a long time, there was no one around, and there was no sound except the breeze.

This silence made Qin Dabao panic. He got up and ran to the gate of the courtyard. The two red lacquer doors of the courtyard were wide open. He called out several times, but no one answered.

He slowly walked into the courtyard, and after turning the hanging flower gate, he saw a well. The well was very ancient, with moss all around and a wooden bucket for drawing water next to it.

Qin Dabao looked around, but still couldn't find anyone. There was not even any sign that anyone had lived there. The main house, the ear room, and the side rooms were all empty, without even the most basic furniture.

Qin Dabao came to the well dejectedly and drew a bucket of well water with a wooden bucket. Just as he was about to lower his head to drink the water, he was startled.

I saw a face reflected in the water. It was a young boy with delicate features. He looked somewhat familiar. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be my appearance when I was seventeen or eighteen years old.

This discovery frightened him so much that he took a few steps back. He looked down at his body and noticed that his arms had become much thinner and the age spots on the back of his hands were gone, becoming slender and fair. He looked again and saw that he was wearing gray autumn clothes and trousers. Printed on the clothes were the five big words "Advanced Producer" and a line of small words: Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

This was clearly a prize from the factory where his father Qin Qing worked.

Just as he was wondering, he heard a sound of "Guo, Guoguo" in his ears. The voice was childish but very familiar. Qin Dabao was startled and wanted to rush out to see who it was, but it disappeared from this place in an instant.

When he came to his senses, he found himself lying on the kang, covered with a thick quilt. The smell of hair oil coming from the end of the quilt was very familiar. He sniffed it again and secretly cursed himself for being a waste. It would be strange if he was not familiar with his own smell.

The cotton door curtain was lifted, and a furry little head poked in. When Qin Dabao saw it, he jumped up as if struck by lightning.

A little girl came jumping in with a smile on her face. She was about three or four years old, with pretty features. If she wasn't so thin and a little fatter, she would be even cuter. The little girl's face was red from the cold. She was wearing a blue floral cotton jacket and a bright red woolen scarf around her neck.

Qin Dabao's tears suddenly fell. He jumped off the kang, hugged the little girl, and cried uncontrollably.

This is what his sister Qin Niuniu looked like when she was a child. It's been a long time since I last saw her.

Little Niuniu was a little frightened and tried desperately to wipe his tears.

Qin Dabao suddenly turned around and looked at the furnishings in the room. Everything was so familiar: the bookshelf, the kangqin, the small desk, two benches, and the wall clock. These were clearly the furnishings of his former wing room.

He and his brother lived in this house for more than ten years. Later, his brother went to the countryside as an educated youth, and he moved to the main house to take care of his father. This room became his sister's boudoir.

An unbelievable idea came to Qin Dabao's mind. He held Niuniu in his arms and went to the calendar hanging on the wall.

I had only torn a few pages from the thick calendar, and the date on it was December 1958, 12, the tenth day of the eleventh lunar month, exactly fifty days before the Chinese New Year.

Qin Dabao snorted heavily, holding Niuniu and sitting back on the kang. He completely understood that he was reborn.

It's the end of 58, three years before my mother died of illness, and four years before my sister became mentally retarded after getting the wrong medicine for a fever. There's still time for everything...

Niuniu wiped her brother's tears. Qin Dabao was deeply moved. He was about to kiss his sister on the cheek, but unexpectedly his sister turned around and shouted: "Hey, Woguo is awake! Hey! Woguo is awake!"

Qin Dabao was startled. The little girl's voice was so loud that it made his ears buzz.

There was a sound of footsteps, the door curtain was lifted, and his mother Lu Xiu'e came in hurriedly, pulling off her sleeves and looking for something on the kang.

Qin Dabao saw his mother again and was about to rush over to hug her in surprise, but he saw Lu Xiu'e pull out a broom from under the mattress and hit him on the head, scolding him as she beat him: "You little bastard, I've told you many times not to go swimming in the river with Dapeng and the others. It's icy and snowy here, how can you not freeze to death?"

Qin Dabao was hit twice by the broom. He let go of his sister in pain and jumped around on the kang. His mother never hit him lightly.

"Mom, mom, stop, stop hitting me, I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore!"

Although this set of begging for mercy had not been said for decades, it had already penetrated into Qin Dabao's bones. After being hit hard twice, he cried out in pain.

"You little bastard, if I don't give you a hard time today, you won't learn your lesson!"

After a few more hard blows, Qin Dabao started crying. His mother was too cruel, but this also proved that he was not dreaming.

PS: It is not easy to write a chronological article. There are many things that need to be avoided. The review and approval are also very strict. I have revised it again and again. Please forgive me for some things that are not satisfactory. Please be more tolerant of Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu thanks all the guests.