Era: I Own a Piece of Land at 58
Xiao Weiguo, once an overworked office drone from the 21st century, finds himself reborn in an earlier era. It is a time when everything requires a ration ticket. A time when people struggle to fill
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Beyond the capital’s forty-ninth district lay Changping County. In Xingwang Township, there was the Xiao Family Village. At the western edge of the village, within a fenced garden, stood three thatched mud huts. On the earthen kang bed in one of these huts, Xiao Weiguo slowly opened his eyes.
“Where am I? Damn, every part of me hurts so much, I have no strength at all.”
Xiao Weiguo tried to sit up, but the pain only intensified, causing him to collapse back onto the kang with a thud, the cool mat beneath him giving a crisp snap.
There was nothing he could do; he could only roll his eyes around to take in his surroundings.
The first thing he saw was an old-style flip calendar nailed to the wall.
September 10, 1958. Wednesday.
1958? Xiao Weiguo couldn’t even bother to check the rest of the room. His mind was blank. How, in the blink of an eye, had he gone from 2024 all the way back several decades?
He remembered being in 2024, fending off his mother's marriage-prodding video call in the mortgaged apartment he’d bought at the market’s peak. As always, his mother repeated her routine lines, never failing to mention marriage in every call since he turned twenty-five.
She had no idea what it was like in 2024—for a rural college graduate in his thirties, who spent all his parents’ savings on a house that had already depreciated thirty percent, whose looks and job were average, and who was always anxious about being laid off.
How could someone like him find a girlfriend? Who would want him?
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