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The train sputtered all the way north.

Wang Jianxin opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

He was sitting on a row of hard seats, surrounded by noisy people, and the smell of sweat, foot odor, and unknown food mixed together.

"Hey, are you awake?"

A tall, thin young man wearing glasses looked over and said, "You suddenly fainted just now and surprised us. How are you? Are you okay?"

Wang Jianxin said nothing.

He stared at the roof of the carriage for three seconds, and then confirmed the fact - this was the green train.

​​Hard-seat carriage.

The carriage is full of young people wearing gray, blue and green clothes.

Outside the window is the bare northern fields. It is still cold in March and there is nothing in the ground.

Wang Jianxin slowly closed his eyes.

Memories came flooding back.

He is not from this era.

Thirty-two years old, a cook.A few days ago, I was riding an electric scooter to buy groceries. I was stopped by the traffic police without a helmet and was fined fifty.In anger, he bought the "most handsome helmet in the universe" on Pinxixi and tried it on after it arrived——

And then there is no more.

When you open your eyes again, it’s this train.

There is something more in my mind.

A panel, suspended deep in the consciousness, only he can see.

【The metaverse travel system is activated successfully】

【Host: Wang Jianxin】

【Age: 15 years old (physical)】

【Current time and space: March 1969】

[Location: Special train for educated youth from Beijing to Inner Mongolia]

【Available skill points: 3 (used)】

[Selected skills: Secret Space (Elementary), Grandmaster Medical Skills (Complete), Cultivation Techniques (Qi Refining Chapter)]

Wang Jianxin stared at this panel for half a minute.

Then he cursed in his mind.

When choosing skills, the system only gave you ten seconds, and you could only choose three.There is a long list listed above: secret space, storage space, master medical skills, culinary proficiency, cultivation skills, fighting proficiency, photographic memory, invulnerability to poisons, spiritual beast taming, mechanism skills... They all look greedy.

His eyes widened when he saw the words "cultivation technique", and he chose it without thinking.

Tell him the result now - only the Qi Refining chapter?

How about playing?

There is also this secret space, which sounds awesome. In fact, when he reached in with his consciousness, he saw that it was a piece of bare land, about ten acres in size. There was a small river in the middle, and the water was clear, but there was nothing else.

No house, no seeds, no tools.

It’s just an empty space.

Wang Jianxin took a deep breath and cursed again.

As for the master's medical skills, they are complete.His mind is now filled with various medical books, prescriptions, pulse formulas, and a set of acupuncture techniques called "Five Elements Acupuncture", as if he has studied Chinese medicine for several lifetimes and can use it at will.But the problem is - he is not here to be a barefoot doctor.

But the problem is - he is not here to be a barefoot doctor.

"Comrade, are you okay?" The young man with glasses came over again, with a worried look on his face, "You don't look good, do you want to drink some water?"

Wang Jianxin opened his eyes and waved his hand: "It's okay, thank you."

He sat up straight and looked around again.

The carriage was noisy.There were several young women singing by the window, "Go to the countryside, go to the border." Their voices were childish but full of enthusiasm.Someone across the aisle was debating whether to live in a yurt or an adobe house.There were also several young men wrestling with each other, and people around them were booing.

The air smells of sweat, cigarettes, boiled eggs, and pickles.

Green leather train, hard seats, real hard seats, made of hardwood, not even covered with sponges, no air conditioning, no heating, just a stove in the middle.

1969.

Wang Jianxin quickly ran through the memories of the original owner in his mind.

The original owner is also named Wang Jianxin, a native of Beijing. He is fifteen years old this year and will soon be sixteen.His father, Wang Shichang, is a fourth-level electrician in a Beijing steel factory, earning a monthly salary of 67.8 yuan.The mother, Li Fenglan, is unemployed and takes care of housework and takes care of her five-year-old daughter.The eldest brother Wang Jianguo is 25 years old and is a truck driver in a steel mill. The eldest sister-in-law Liu Lanlan works as a salesperson in a supply and marketing cooperative. She gave birth to a daughter named Niu Niu just last year.The second brother Wang Jianjun is 20 years old and works as a worker in the No. 2 Forklift Branch Factory. The salary is not high, but he can support himself.

The family is an ordinary working-class family with good social status and belongs to the fifth red category.

According to the policy, he, who had just graduated from junior high school, had to answer the call and go to the mountains and countryside.

So he got on the bus.

Destination - Damao Banner production team in Inner Mongolia.

Close to the border.

Wang Jianxin touched his pocket.

There was a handkerchief in the left pocket. When I opened it, I found money and food stamps neatly folded inside.He counted three hundred and seventy yuan and a stack of national food stamps.

Three hundred and seventy yuan.

In this day and age, this is not a small amount.

My father’s monthly salary is less than 70 yuan, and the more than 300 yuan is almost half the family’s savings.

In the right pocket are a few boiled eggs, also wrapped in handkerchiefs, which still feel warm.

There is a notebook stuffed in the trouser pocket, and the title page reads: To my younger brother Jianxin, I hope you can take care of yourself and return to the city as soon as possible.Brother Jianguo.

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