Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The entrance to this cave is not big, barely enough for an adult man to enter and exit. The entrance is full of dead vines and branches, and you can't see it unless you look carefully.

He didn't dare to go in rashly. Who knows if there are bears, wild boars or anything like that in there? Although the weather has turned warmer now, the bears have not woken up from hibernation yet, but other large wild animals do not hibernate. It is better to be careful. It is not easy to be reborn, and it would be a shame to be licked by wild animals again.

The mental power was released and penetrated into the cave bit by bit. Although it was pitch black inside, it was as bright as day to the mental power.

As soon as he entered the cave for two or three meters, Qin Dabao found something wrong. Although the cave was small, it was very spacious inside. The length was unknown, but the width was at least seven or eight meters.

The ground was also unusual, it was paved with sleepers, the same kind of wood that is laid under train tracks, and the sleepers were laid deep into the cave.

Qin Dabao's mental power could reach fifty meters, but it still didn't reach the end. He carefully lifted the dead vines and went inside step by step. This broken place was full of mystery. If he touched any mechanism, it would be a disaster.

This cave is about a hundred meters long. When he walks to the middle, his spiritual power will cover the entire cave.

At the end of the cave were two iron doors, fastened with iron bolts and hung with huge copper locks.

Three goats were shivering in the corner.

When he saw that he didn't find anything wrong, he held the gun in both hands.

When he reached the iron gate, he didn't need to use his .2mm gun to aim accurately. He fired a few shots, killed three goats, and put them back into the space.

He didn't bother to open the copper lock on the door. He pointed his pistol at the lock and fired two shots, breaking it.

Qin Dabao turned the copper lock and slowly opened the iron door. A musty smell hit him in the face. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise he would have been covered in the smell.

After a while, he slowly poked his head in from behind the door and saw that it was even more spacious inside. Rows of boxes of all sizes were placed there. At a glance, there were about one or two hundred boxes.

Dabao looked down and was shocked even though he had lived two lifetimes. He saw the ground was full of white bones, with at least twenty or thirty skulls.

Qin Dabao walked in carefully, trying to avoid the bones.

He opened a small box, which is a small box only for comparison. Inside were file bags that looked like archives, with Japanese characters written on them.

Qin Dabao opened the file bag and pulled out a stack of black and white photos. The background of the first photo was Zhengyang Gate. A Japanese colonel was waving his saber, trying to chop the neck of a Chinese citizen kneeling on the ground.

After looking at a few more pictures, he could hardly suppress his anger. Without exception, these pictures showed the massacre of the people in Beijing.

This is clearly evidence of the numerous crimes committed by the invaders against the Chinese people.

Qin Dabao used his mental power to scan all the boxes. Half of them were filled with munitions, and the other half were filled with gold, silver, treasures, antiques, calligraphy and paintings. This must be the devil's secret warehouse.

Dabao did not touch the gold, silver and treasures. They belonged to the common people and he was not interested in making such fortune.

Go out the door, close the iron gate and bolt it. This is deep in the mountains, rarely visited by people, so all we have to do is be on guard against wild animals coming in to cause trouble.

After leaving the cave, he sat on a dead tree, drank some water, smoked a cigarette and took a break. He looked back at the cave, feeling an inexplicable sense of oppression in his heart. Dabao sank his consciousness into the space and took inventory. This time, the hunting harvest was not bad, with twelve wild boars of different sizes. Adding the previous stock, there were seventeen wild boars.

There are more wild goats now. Originally there were more than 20 of them. During the New Year, I threw five of them at my grandparents' house along with the roe deer. Adding the ones I gave as gifts, there are still seven left. Including the nine I killed this time, there are still 16.

All the pheasants and mountain prairie chickens have been eaten, so we won’t hunt them now because the pheasants are too small. We’ll go back into the mountains in April or May, when they will be fat.

After discovering this cave, he no longer had the heart to hunt. He had to go back and report to his uncle. This was a great achievement for his uncle, but as for himself? It didn't matter whether he had any merit or not. Qin Dabao just wanted to survive. After all, his uncle would support him if the sky fell. If Lu Jianbang knew about this, he would definitely cry to death. This little bastard was too "filial".

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When I got back to the city, it was already late. I was a little tired, so I didn't go to the military compound. I rode my bike home. When I was almost at the door, I found a deserted place, took out a yellow-haired cat and a wild goat from the space, put them in a sack, and pushed the bike into the courtyard.

Now Yan Bugui has become completely obedient. He leaned against the window and looked out. When he saw Qin Dabao, he immediately hid in the house. He was scared to death of this nemesis.

Qin Dabao gave the untied wild animals to his mom and dad, and rushed into his room. He didn't even wash his feet, took off his clothes and fell asleep.

When he woke up in the morning, he found that the sky was gloomy again. It was probably going to snow today. He had to go to school and really didn't want to ride a bike. At this time, Qin Dabao thought of the GMC SAVANA he bought after his family was demolished. This nanny car was really comfortable to sit in, much more comfortable than his Toyota Camry. Of course, this car was also bought for his sister. He could drive this car when he went out to play, so that the children would not chase his sister and call her a fool.

But just think about it, in the capital now, most of the streets are powered by animals, and there are not many cars in a day.

There is no other way. I can't hibernate like a blind bear. I have to muster up great perseverance to get up and go to school.

I have to go to school first and pay attention to the political study in the morning, otherwise I will be punished. By the way, I have to flatter Director Zhou and give him ten pounds of wild boar meat.

Sure enough, when Director Zhou saw the wild boar meat, he was as happy as if he had seen his own mother. His mouth opened wide and he stuffed twenty yuan into Qin Dabao's pocket. Now a pound of meat costs two yuan and a half on the black market, so twenty yuan is definitely not much.

He didn't refuse and took it directly. If he didn't accept it, Director Zhou would definitely not want this piece of meat.

Coming out of the office, I went to the classroom. The stove had already been lit in the classroom. In the middle of the classroom, there was a stove made of bricks, burning coal. The room was at least warm. It was okay if we didn't have enough food and clothes, but if there was no fire, the Public Security College might as well be turned into a refugee camp.

Political study consisted of taking turns reading newspapers. No one listened seriously. Dabao hid in a corner. Yesterday, he found a pine tree in the mountains, put it in his space, and soaked it in spiritual well water overnight.

I just wanted to carve a set of biographies of characters from Journey to the West for my two younger sisters.

This is a huge project. There are thirty-six images of the Monkey King Sun Wukong alone, and the entire book must have thousands of characters carved into it.

Qin Dabao carved with great concentration. This was the image of the Monkey King when he first came into the world. After a while, a lively little monkey with his hands on his awning was born from under his carving knife.

He was very satisfied and had not given up his craft.

Dabao was looking at the wooden monkey in his hands when a big hand snatched it away: "Here you go."

Qin Dabao reacted instinctively, and he flipped his hand to grab the wrist of the person who came and squeezed it gently. The person's hand went numb, and when he let go, the little monkey fell down, and Dabao reached out to catch it.

Only then did he realize that there were a bunch of heads surrounding him, and Qiu Hongwu was holding his wrist and crying out in pain.

In the class, Qin Dabao is the youngest and everyone treats him as a little brother, so he is the most popular.

Qiu Hongwu's wrist felt like it was broken, with no feeling at all, but he still stretched out his hand stubbornly: "Give it to me."

Qin Dabao shook his head: "No, this is for my sister."

Qiu Hongwu's big face suddenly expanded before his eyes: "You twisted my hand and hurt it, so this little monkey has to make up for my injured body."

Qin Dabao was like the little monkey in the Flower-Fruit Mountain at this moment. When he looked up, he saw the grinning heavenly soldiers and generals. He handed the little monkey to Qiu Hongwu with grievance.

Qiu Hongwu was about to laugh triumphantly when he got it, but was pushed aside by several big hands, and the wooden monkey was also snatched away. He looked up and saw four or five people fighting for it. These were people he couldn't afford to offend, so he could not help but sit dejectedly beside Qin Dabao and pat Dabao on the shoulder.

"Great, Dabao, I didn't expect you to have this skill. It's amazing. I don't care. Hurry up and carve another one for me."

When Qin Dabao heard this, he jumped up and ran away. "You're kidding! I don't have time to deal with you guys." Qiu Hongwu was chasing him from behind. He was hungry and couldn't run, let alone curse.

The food provided in the cafeteria was getting less and less, and the steamed bread was getting smaller and smaller. Qin Dabao decided to go to the state-owned restaurant for lunch and pack up a few dishes to put in the space. They wouldn't go bad anyway.

The chef at the state-owned restaurant on Gulou Street is very good, even better than Shazhu's, especially the braised pork elbow and red-braised pork, which are so authentic.

Qin Dabao first went to the supply and marketing cooperative, bought twenty large aluminum lunch boxes, and excitedly rode his bicycle to the state-owned restaurant.

I was shocked when I entered the state-owned restaurant. It was already half past eleven and there were only two customers eating inside.

Aunt Li, who was collecting the money, was knitting a sweater. Her husband was the master chef. Uncle Li was telling fortunes by placing cards on the table. There were no waiters. There were only three people in the entire state-owned restaurant, and one of them was the manager, whose surname was Wang.

Qin Dabao looked at the menu hanging on the wall curiously, and immediately understood.

The menu read: stir-fried kohlrabi, spicy tofu, stir-fried bean sprouts, and the staple food was steamed buns made of two-grain flour.

You can make dishes like this at home. Who would want to spend money and food coupons to eat in a restaurant?