Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Qin Dabao slept in the ward for half the night, but he couldn't sleep well. He kept getting up to check on Wenwen in the next bed.

He only slept for more than two hours during this night.

At four o'clock in the morning, he slipped into the space, took a shower without changing clothes, and fetched a cup of spiritual well water before coming out.

Dabao slowly fed the spiritual well water to Wenwen. Wenwen had completely recovered and her little face was rosy as she slept.

Lu Liye arrived at around seven in the morning. He had been up late yesterday. He lived in Dou Linglong's single dormitory. He went out early in the morning to buy fried dough sticks and soy milk and quickly brought them over.

There was a small incident when buying breakfast. He didn't know how to spend money, and he didn't even know how to use the food coupons. He never carried money with him. Fortunately, the guard knew how to use it, so he and his friends pooled their money and food coupons to buy breakfast.

This is not Lu Liye's fault. He usually lives in the army, and his food, clothing, housing and transportation are all provided by the government. He has not spent any money in the past few years, and his salary is saved by his secretary.

This time his secretary was waiting for a document and was one day late, so he forgot to bring money with him.

Lu Liye was holding a fried dough stick in his mouth and feeding Wenwen soy milk. When the door of the ward was pushed open, Lu Xiu'e and Bai Xiuying came in carrying lunch boxes.

When Lu Liye turned around, he happened to meet Lu Xiu'e.

"Dang!" The lunch box in Lu Xiu'e's hand fell to the ground, and the rice porridge and pickles were scattered all over the floor.

Lu Liye slowly put down the teacup of soy milk, and slowly stood up, his whole body trembling slightly. He cried out in tears: "Sister..."

Lu Xiu'e rushed over, grabbed his collar, and looked him up and down carefully: "Hundred, hundred-year-old..."

"It's me, sister, I'm back."

Lu Xiu'e's tears fell like pearls from a broken string. When we parted, my younger brother was only eleven years old, and it had been almost twenty-four years since we last met.

The skinny and dark-skinned boy of the past has now grown into a general who is awe-inspiring without even getting angry. Lu Xiu'e hugged her brother in her arms and burst into tears.

Dabao saw that Xiaowenwen pouted and was about to get soy milk, so he hurried to feed his sister.

Bai Xiuying sighed. It was over. The porridge was cooked in vain. Fortunately, there were still fried dough sticks and soy milk. She went out to the corridor to look for a dustpan and a broom.

After sweeping, she saw that the brother and sister were still crying and laughing. She sat next to Wenwen and whispered, "Son, the one who pushed Wenwen into the ditch was Wei Baojuan, the daughter of Wei Wenxian..."

Dabao nodded and fed Wenwen a mouthful of fried dough sticks: "Aunt, where is Wei Baojuan now? I have to go talk to her."

"He went back to the military sub-district art troupe. He left last night. Your mother and I had originally planned to deal with Wenwen after delivering her meal..."

"No, I'll go, aunt, where is the art troupe?"

"No. 18 Taiping Road,"

"Okay, aunt, I'll go now."

"Son, let your mother and I go. She's a grown-up girl, you can't beat her or scold her, so I'll go. I'll be the one to tear her apart."

Xiao Wenwen clenched her fists: "Hit her!"

Bai Xiuying loved this little one so much that she gave him a loud kiss: "You still hit her? You've already let her take care of you. Wait until you grow up a few more years."

Dabao stuffed a fried dough stick into his mouth and said, "I won't hit her. I'll do the same to her as she did to my sister. I'm leaving."

He was afraid that Lu Xiu'e would not let him go, so he quickly slipped away while the siblings were excited about their reunion...

It took a while for the brother and sister to stop crying. Lu Xiu'e pulled her brother over and took a look, and was stunned.

"Where's my son?"

Bai Xiuying buried her face in Wenwen's shoulder and pointed outside the door: "Go find Wei Baojuan."

"Ah? This is bad! What should I do?" Lu Xiu'e jumped around anxiously.

Lu Liye called Bai Xiuying "sister-in-law". He had seen her yesterday and was quite puzzled by his sister's reaction.

"What's wrong, sister? Isn't it normal for Dabao to go to Wei Baojuan to ask for an explanation? He can't hit a woman!"

"What the hell? He doesn't beat women? He has beaten three women in our yard who are over fifty years old, and now one of them is still having a toothache! He has the same bad temper as you. If anyone dares to mess with his sisters, he will kill them!"

"It's not murder, big sister. I think my eldest son would just throw her into the ditch."

"What did you guess?"

"That's not true. My eldest son said it himself."

"Oh no! This kid always does what he says..." Lu Xiu'e sighed heavily.

. . . . .

The military sub-district art troupe was not big, with only fifty or sixty people. It was incomparable to the Liberation Art Troupe and the Comrades Art Troupe, and the quality of the actors was much worse.

Two-thirds of them got in through the backdoor because of connections. These actors are not very capable, but have bad tempers and arrogance. Here, as long as your parents are of high rank, the art troupe leaders will look down on you, and never care about your professional level.

Wei Baojuan has been restless since she came back last night. She ignores everyone who talks to her.

In the art troupe, there was a young man named Li Tong who had been pursuing her. One morning, they were rehearsing a dance in the rehearsal hall. He saw that Wei Baojuan was in a bad mood and had not even eaten breakfast. The young man was very thoughtful and rode his bicycle for six miles to buy a bowl of tofu pudding and five fried cakes.

In order to avoid getting cold, Li Tong tucked the fried cake into his clothes. The fried cake was as hot as his heart, and his belly was even burned with blisters.

Arriving at the gate of the art troupe, he jumped off his bicycle and saw a sidecar motorcycle parked at the gate with a police officer sitting on it.

Li Tong pushed the car in anxiously. The police officer asked politely, "Comrade, I'd like to ask if Wei Baojuan is here?"

Li Tong became alert upon hearing this. He looked the police officer up and down, and felt a little ashamed of himself. What does he look like? Too handsome! Then look at himself, there is no comparison!

This police officer was of course Qin Dabao. Dabao saw the look in his eyes. He looked as if he was about to eat him. He asked again: "Comrade, may I ask, does Wei Baojuan work here?"

Li Tong raised his eyebrows and said viciously: "I don't know!" Then he pushed the cart into the yard.

Qin Dabao rubbed his nose. Could this kid be seriously ill?

Li Tong parked his bicycle, opened the door and ran to the rehearsal room. He was also a dancer and had some basic skills. He ran while holding a teacup in his hand, and the tofu pudding inside did not spill.

Today we were rehearsing a dance drama. We had only been rehearsing for half an hour and not all the people had arrived yet. The dozen or so people left couldn't even do the basic movements. The director was so angry that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage. He didn't dare shout loudly for fear of offending these young masters and young ladies.

"Xiao Wei? Oh, this movement is a big jump, not a hurdle jump, big jump, auntie, no, I'm not asking you to..."

"Xiaoye, you spin and jump, yes, this move... no, how do you kick people?"

"Da Liu, your image is that of a hero, you need to show your heroism! No, are you sick? Which hero has the orchid finger?"

The rehearsal room was in chaos. The director shouted at the top of his lungs and nearly went into shock. In the end, everyone just danced as they were supposed to. A group dance was forcibly turned into more than a dozen solo dances.

At this moment, the door opened and Li Tong came in. The director looked at him and thought, "Isn't this too much? Teacup in left hand, fried cake in right hand. This is a rehearsal room, not a restaurant."

Just as he was about to speak, a box of Daqianmen hit him in the face. The director immediately stopped moving and slipped out the door to smoke.

Li Tong approached Wei Baojuan with a grin on his face and took a deep breath. The sweat on this girl smelled really good.

The training of the art troupe was not like the tight training clothes in later generations. Basically, both men and women wore shirts and trousers. I sweated all over during the training. It was so sour and refreshing.

Li Tong was very proud of the taste. He raised the thing in his hand and said: "Juan'er, I bought you some fried tofu pudding cakes..."