Raising Cubs in the 1950s [MTL]

Chapter 1-5

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Title: 五零年代养崽崽

Chapter 1

1948, Moshiling Village, Huaguo East Sea City.

After the autumn harvest, the wilderness lay deserted, with only empty fields remaining. Upon closer inspection, one could spot sporadic footprints, evidence of the hurried and fatigued travelers passing through.

On an inconspicuous hill, a man and a child sat, taking a rest.

"Father, would you like some biscuits?" We haven't eaten much since yesterday afternoon. If we continue like this, we might collapse before reaching our destination.

Without waiting for a response, Zhang Xiaojun, a seven-year-old boy wearing a blue thin coat and black trousers, opened his bag and took out a dark vegetable biscuit, offering it to Zhang Jianjun, who sighed while gazing at the fields.

"One meal a day will suffice to stave off hunger. We must ration our provisions. We have no idea how far we must travel to Qingshan Village. Let's split it in half." Zhang Jianjun accepted the biscuit, using some force to break the rather tough food.

As they consumed the dry rations and surveyed the desolate surroundings, Zhang Jianjun chuckled at himself. In the past, he would never have touched such coarse and hard-to-swallow food, but now, he had no choice but to rely on it to survive.

Zhang Jianjun, originally named Zhang Yinghui, had been a struggling white-collar worker in the 21st century.

As a child, he was the product of his parents' impulsive actions, coupled with his introverted and non-smiling nature, which made him unlikable to them and subjected him to their disdain. At the age of three, his parents abandoned him at an amusement park.

He waited and waited in the same spot until the amusement park closed, but his parents never came for him. Later, with the help of kind-hearted people, Zhang Yinghui went to an orphanage in the city.

During this process, the police made every effort to help find his missing parents, but due to their use of false identities and swift relocation, there was no progress. Lost in the vast sea of humanity, there was no trace. As Zhang Yinghui grew up, attended school, and started working, he still couldn't find his biological parents. His initial hope and anticipation gradually transformed into calm acceptance, accepting the departure of his parents and the fact that he had to rely on himself in life.

Although the initial period was tough, through his efforts and perseverance, Zhang Yinghui, after graduating from Beijing University, successfully became an intern at a renowned company and eventually passed the assessments, securing a position within the company. At the age of thirty-three, he finally saved enough for the down payment on a two-bedroom apartment.

However, just as he walked on the road, excitedly thinking about visiting the house the next day, he was struck by a speeding truck. As he fell, his last thought was, "What a shame about my house!"

When he regained consciousness, he found himself beneath a hillside, clutching a bundle of withered wild vegetables. Even though he didn't know the exact time and location, Zhang Yinghui was well aware of his dire circumstances. However, the opportunity for a fresh start was precious, and having gained knowledge from future generations, he quickly composed himself.

Upon awakening, he didn't rush into action. Instead, he found a flat rock to sit on and made an effort to recall his past.

Fortunately, this time he didn't draw a blank and successfully remembered the life of the original owner.

The original owner, also named Zhang Yinghui, was the cherished only son of his family. His father was the owner of a grain shop, while his mother took care of household affairs, occasionally doing laundry and sewing to earn some extra income. Although not particularly wealthy, they managed to make ends meet, with the husband working outside and the wife managing the home.