Traveling back to 1966, starting by living in a cowshed.

Chapter 1 Traveling Through 1966

Brain storage

Don't use your brain when reading this book; it's all made up. Don't take it personally, and don't get hung up on the illogical parts. After all, there are many things I don't understand either.

Let's get to the main content!

"Young man, wake up! Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I just drank a bit too much last night, let me calm down a bit!" Lin Zhou felt someone gently pat his shoulder a few times, but he didn't open his eyes. He just waved his hand and mumbled something.

"Comrade, what did you say? Oh dear, I can't lift you up. You should get up and lie down on the bed! You'll easily catch a cold and fever on the floor, and they might not give you medicine then."

Lin Zhou finally regained some consciousness and tried to move his body, but immediately felt waves of pain in his limbs, back, and the back of his head.

He opened his eyes wide instantly, no longer confused. Turning his head, he saw a refined-looking old gentleman, about fifty or sixty years old, looking at him with concern. However, Lin Zhou was certain that he had never seen him before.

Moreover, the house was surrounded by a low wall made of blue bricks, and the roof was covered with a shed made of thick corn stalks. There was a lot of dry grass scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of urine. A cow was lying by the wall on the left, slowly chewing on the dry grass.

On the right, against the wall, there is a small bed made of bricks and broken planks, covered with thick hay, and a tattered quilt covered with patches.

Lin Zhou looked around, then slowly stood up with the old man's help and walked towards the bed.

Seeing Lin Zhou sitting on the bed, the old man said to him, "Young comrade, you should get some rest! In the future, you must not refuse to admit your mistakes again, or those people will ruin you. As the saying goes, a wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him. Living is the most important thing. Think about it first, I'm leaving."

Lin Zhou watched the old man walk out and then close the door, plunging the room into darkness.

"What's going on? I'm at home, am I being kidnapped?" Lin Zhou hadn't said a word, wondering if he had been abducted.

Just as Lin Zhou was lost in thought, a memory that didn't belong to him merged into his mind, and in just a moment Lin Zhou understood his current situation.

He transmigrated to 1966, into the body of a young man named Lin Zhou. Lin Zhou didn't know why he died, but the original owner of the body had died from hitting the back of his head, and Lin Zhou happened to be the one who transmigrated into his body.

Looking at the original owner's memories, Lin Zhou felt truly sorry for him. He was the descendant of a capitalist, and his social class was capitalist. If this were sixty years ago, he would be laughing in his sleep! But in this era, he hadn't enjoyed any of the benefits of being a capitalist!

The original owner's father, Lin Dahai, owned a restaurant and a cloth shop. Although the restaurant wasn't very famous in Beijing, business was decent, and the cloth business was booming, with three shops. Seeing his business thriving, but lacking a son, the original owner's father took the original owner's mother as a concubine!

Lin Dahai's wife could only grit her teeth and accept it, since she had given birth to four daughters in a row. However, when the original owner was a little over one year old and almost two years old, Beijing was peacefully liberated, and the Marriage Law was promulgated. The implementation of monogamy meant that all concubines had to get a divorce. If they didn't want to get a divorce, they could just divorce their wives. After all, they only had one wife.

Around this time, Lin Dahai's first wife also gave birth to a boy. The original owner's mother had no choice but to move out with him. However, their social status had already been determined. Because the bald man had used gold yuan to plunder Lin Dahai's wealth, Lin Dahai's assets had shrunk considerably, so the original owner's mother didn't receive much money. She only got a thousand yuan for a large yellow croaker and a small courtyard house.

After the original owner's mother moved out, she had no job and no other income. She could only live frugally, eating cornbread and pickled vegetables every day. During the three years of hardship, she developed stomach problems from hunger. The illness was left untreated and she finally passed away when the original owner was 16 years old!

Due to his family background, the original owner of this body had to beg and plead with his parents to barely get him into junior high school. It was impossible for him to continue his education, and he couldn't find a job, so he had to do odd jobs to make ends meet.

It wasn't until the wind picked up that, because Lin Dahai had taken his entire family away from mainland China during the public-private partnership era, the original owner of this body was labeled as having overseas connections, which led to the report. Originally, all that was supposed to be done was parade through the streets, admitting his mistakes, making a self-criticism, and doing manual labor. However, the original owner felt very aggrieved and refused to cooperate, so they had to increase the intensity of the punishment, subjecting him to a full range of services including parading through the streets, being sent to a cowshed, and undergoing reform through labor!

As one of the first batch of people sent down to the countryside, not far from Beijing, in the surrounding rural areas, today was the first public denunciation meeting held for all those sent down. The original owner of this body was at this meeting and behaved extremely uncooperatively. As a result, he was tied up hand and foot, and someone tried to put a dunce cap on him. He refused, and someone pushed him. The person behind him didn't notice, and he fell straight backward, hitting his head on the ground and immediately losing consciousness. When he woke up, he was Lin Zhou, who had transmigrated into this world.

"Oh no! So tragic!" Lin Zhou couldn't help but sigh after reading the original owner's memories.

"By the way, how did I get here? Did I die too? What about my house? What about my loan? Uh, forget about the loan."

"The main problem is that I had just moved into my newly renovated house and had just held a housewarming party in the new house when I died."

"System! System!"

"space!"

"Open Sesame!"

"Grandpa!"

Lin Zhou called out for a long time but received no response. He was exhausted. Let it end! He couldn't endure it here anyway. As a self-media creator from the future, being forced into labor reform in this era without mechanized farming was worse than traveling back in time.

"I don't want to be here, I want to go home!" Lin Zhou closed his eyes in anguish and shouted in his heart.

With a "whoosh," Lin Zhou felt his buttocks go soft, and he smelled a familiar scent.

He hurriedly opened his eyes and saw his familiar new home. He was sitting at the dining table, with the dining table, the wine cabinet, and the appliances.

"Holy crap, I'm back again! I must have been dreaming, yes, I must have been dreaming!"

"I fell asleep right here last night, and I was even preparing to clear the table!"

Lin Zhou ran to the door, intending to go outside and take a look. He reached out and grabbed the doorknob, pulling down to try and open the door. Hmm, it wouldn't budge! It was as if it were welded shut. He pulled a few more times, but it was still the same.

She ran to the balcony, pulled back the curtains, and looked out through the glass. Thick fog swirled, and she couldn't see anything. She tried looking out the back window, but the same thing happened—thick fog. Through the reflection in the glass, she saw a boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen. As if remembering something, he hurriedly ran to the bathroom mirror.

The mirror showed a young man with messy hair, pale skin, about 1.75 meters tall, handsome, and a bit thin. However, his clothes were rather ugly, like a beggar's outfit, tattered and torn.

After Lin Zhou saw his own body, he was basically certain that he had transmigrated, and that he had even brought his house with him.