Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 161 Chapter 160 Correction
The summer was getting long. Tang Zhitong walked out of the station, found a nook and corner to pull the bicycle out of the space, and took advantage of the cool morning to pedal hard.

Tang Zhitong's hometown in his previous life was south of Mingshui, more than 100 miles away from Quancheng Railway Station.

Walking eastward along the bumpy road, Tang Zhitong misses the era of large-scale infrastructure construction, when every village has access to roads.Nowadays, most of the roads are made of yellow dirt. Fortunately it doesn’t rain, otherwise they will turn into yellow dirt roads.

Tired from cycling, Tang Zhitong parked his bicycle on the side of the road, took out the steamed buns prepared by Zhang Guifang from the space, and planned to have breakfast.

Tang Zhitong looked at the pedestrians, and the pedestrians coming and going also looked at Tang Zhitong.

Tang Zhitong was looked at inexplicably. Why not just have breakfast on the roadside?As for staring at people like this?

When Tang Zhitong was eating his third steamed bun, someone finally came towards Tang Zhitong.

Looking at the man approaching him, who was thin, shirtless, and wearing only a pair of trousers, Tang Zhitong was ready to give alms, but what happened was beyond his expectation.

The man stared at the steamed bun in Tang Zhitong's hand. He did not open his mouth to beg, but spat out a mouthful of saliva, which accurately landed on the steamed bun, and then quickly snatched the steamed bun away from Tang Zhitong's hand.

Tang Zhitong watched in disbelief as all this happened, watching as he stuffed the steamed buns into his stomach in three or two mouthfuls, and then squatted on the ground skillfully holding his head.

Apparently, this was not the first time that this person had taken food from others, nor was it the first time that he had been beaten because of this.

At this moment, Tang Zhitong finally understood why pedestrians were watching him eat breakfast. Because of an accident, his breakfast became someone else's breakfast.

Hunger changes people beyond recognition.

Tang Zhitong sighed and did not step forward to beat him. He got on his bicycle and continued to his hometown.

At noon, Tang Zhitong arrived at the entrance of his hometown village, but he thought of a poem for no reason: he was even more timid when he was close to his hometown, and he didn't dare to ask anyone.

Because they were all converted into communes and there was no longer a village committee, the layout of the village was not much different from Tang Zhitong's impression. Tang Zhitong rode his bike to the team based on his memory.

We were still eating in the cafeteria, and the members were queuing up for meals. An old man who smoked cigarettes saw Tang Zhitong coming in and asked, "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

"Oh, I want to find the captain of this team." Tang Zhitong looked at the strange faces and had a bad feeling.

"I am the captain, what do you want?" The uncle pulled Tang Zhitong aside to prevent him from seeing the members' meals.

"I was entrusted by someone to find a family named Tang. This is my letter of introduction." Tang Zhitong took out the letter of introduction and handed it to the team leader. The letter of introduction was written by Tang Zhitong himself in the escort department, in the name of the entrustment, not himself. In the name of the letter, Fangyuan stamped it without looking.

This old man was probably similar to Fangyuan. He took the letter of introduction, looked at the red stamp, and handed it back to Tang Zhitong: "There is no one named Tang in our village."

"Is there anyone named Tang in the nearby village?" Tang Zhitong asked, unwilling to give up.

"Probably not. Our ancestors have been eating here for generations, and among those big names, I have never heard of anyone named Tang." The captain shook his head.

"Then can I go to the village and have a look?" Tang Zhitong still refused to give up and wanted to see the old house in his memory.

"Let me accompany you for a walk." There was a requirement from above that no one could enter the village casually. The captain looked at the members and then at Tang Zhitong. This young man didn't dress like a bad guy.

"Thank you." Tang Zhitong parked his bicycle in the team, locked it, and followed the team leader out of the courtyard.

The big locust tree at the entrance of the old house is still there, but the faces of the people inside the old house have changed, and Tang Zhitong doesn't recognize any of them.

Tang Zhitong gave the team leader a pack of cigarettes, thanked him, and then pushed his bicycle out of the team.Even so, Tang Zhitong still did not give up and rode to the small mountain village of his mother in his previous life.

The two villages were not far apart, and the results were the same: no such person was found.

Sure enough, it was corrected. Maybe this is a parallel space.

It’s good that parents don’t have to go through the old road of starvation again.Tang Zhitong could only comfort himself in this way.

Tang Zhitong got on the bicycle bar today. It took him a whole morning to get here, and the return trip was almost as long. It was dark before he arrived at Quancheng.

Since there are no relatives in his hometown, Tang Zhitong does not plan to come here in the future. It is proper to collect some water from Baotu Spring into the space before leaving.

With the national food stamps in hand, he was welcome to eat wherever he went. Tang Zhitong found a small restaurant, cooked two dishes, and had a delicious meal. The price was not cheap, and there were already signs of high-priced dishes.

After eating and strolling around like this, Tang Zhitong came to the entrance of Baotu Spring Park.

At this time, the park opened in the morning, closed in the afternoon, and was closed at night. It was still different from the park decades later.

Tang Zhitong circled around and wanted to climb over the wall to get in. However, he changed his mind when he saw a small house with lights on inside the park gate.

"Is anyone there?" Tang Zhitong banged on the door, shouting as he did so.

The weather was hot, and the doors and windows of the small house were open. I heard someone knocking on the door and calling someone, and someone came out of it with a bad tone: "What are you doing? The park is closed at night. I want to see the spring, so I'll get there early tomorrow."

"Comrade, I'm from out of town. I have to take the train tomorrow morning. Please be accommodating." Tang Zhitong held up the steamed bun in his hand and asked for kindness.

"You, why don't you listen to my advice? You can't see anything in the dark at night..." When the elder brother on duty saw clearly the steamed bun in Tang Zhitong's hand, his tone instantly became kind, "As long as you don't dislike it, I'm here today I’m on duty, so you can stay the night without any problem.”

"I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it. I came here because of its reputation. It's worth seeing it." After the big brother on duty opened the door, Tang Zhitong handed him two steamed buns.

"How about I accompany you and introduce you?" The elder brother on duty took the steamed bun, feeling a little embarrassed.

"No, I'll just walk around by myself. I'll call you when I leave." Tang Zhitong rejected the suggestion of the elder brother on duty and walked straight in. He was no stranger to Baotu Spring and had been there many times before.

Tang Zhitong didn't plan to stay tonight. He planned to collect spring water here overnight and take it home to drink with the spring water from Yuquan Mountain.

The water temperature of Baotu Spring remains at around 18 degrees all year round. Except for particularly dry years, it gushes out all year round, so much so that some people suspect that the park management has buried pipes underneath and it is an artificial spring...

They had never seen the current Baotu Spring. The spout volume was more abundant than it would be a few decades ago. The three springs spewed out taller than the others, and the spout volume was obviously larger than that of Yuquan Mountain.

There are no fish in Baotu Spring now, so Tang Zhitong squatted in front of the stone monument and kept collecting spring water into the space.

During this period, the elder brother on duty came over, spoke a few words with Tang Zhitong, told him to pay attention to safety, then went back to the room to sleep, asking Tang Zhitong to call him to open the door when he left.

　I had water in the morning, but the symptoms were relieved in the afternoon.

　　The second one is here.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)