Volume 1, Section 1 Regeneration

The cold wind is mixed with tiny snow particles, blowing on the pedestrians, making people feel as if the heat in the body is blown away by the cold wind, and the pain is as if the heat in the body is blown away by the cold wind: "According to scientists' calculations, 60% of the heat in the human body is emitted from the head!" Ai Fei murmured to himself, speaking language that no one can understand in this era, tightened his neck, and walked towards his home next to Ueno Station with great strides.

The street was quiet, only the blue cloth curtains with the words "Liton" hanging on the roadside, bursts of laughter and voices came from time to time in the tavern. Through the dim lights and the gaps between the curtains, Ai Fei even saw his father in this world. He was standing there, sending nattoes into his mouth, and turning around to chat with his companions around him. Seeing his excited face, he might have forgotten his wife, who was worried about what to eat tonight, had he forgotten?

Under the iron bridge of Ueno Station not far away, dim street lights shine on the road. Dozens of men and women wearing gray cloth coats bowed their waists and shrank their backs to resist the cold wind. The tablecloths placed under their feet had already lost their original color. On the tablecloth, there were some scattered objects, all of which were small items in life, including glasses boxes, razor blades, baskets for buying groceries, and even people took out the wooden basin at home. In addition to these daily necessities, some people with a lot of brains also thought of other ways to spend money to buy some paper and tobacco leaves and roll them into cigarettes for sale. Formal cigarettes are rare in Japan. In addition to the high price, they also need to be supplied with tickets. It is not something that ordinary people can enjoy - this is a market spontaneously organized by residents of Ueno District. It is said that the market is not very appropriate, and it should be called a black market - in Japanese, it is called a dark market.

The harm caused to Japan by war far exceeds that of those countries that have been hurt by it. There is no way, the country is small and the resources are limited. After more than ten years of tossing, all the assets of any family have been tossed out! Today's Japanese citizens say that they live in dire straits, and it is absolutely appropriate to describe it as "the people are living in dire straits" and "they are not full of food". The great lack of living resources has made the people come up with their own solutions, which is to barter. Similar to the secret market under the iron bridge of Ueno Station, it is everywhere in Japan, nothing more than big and small.

Ai Fei walked closer and immediately cast an expectant look at him - it was so hard to do business in such weather: "..." When he walked away, the owner of the small commodity let out a silent sigh and turned his head away.

Leaving the tramway, I stepped on the creaking snow and went down a slow slope. There were many families nearby, surrounded by bamboo fences or wooden fences. Ai’s family surrounded by dense wooden fences, a neat and elegant bungalow, which was quite elegant. When I opened the door and walked into the entrance, I lowered my head and took off my shoes, and shouted: “I’m back!”

"Ah, are you back?" Ai Shiko, 37, ran out of the entrance: "Thank you for your hard work, isn't it cold today?"

"Yes, it's really cold." Ai Fei put his schoolbag in the entrance of the entrance and walked into the room: "What are you eating today? Mom?"

"I'm good to stew today!" Ai Shiko put his cotton shoes outwards behind her son. In order to make it easier to travel, she followed him into the room.

"It's good to stew?" Ai Fei was stunned for a moment and swallowed greedily: "Is there any special meaning?"

"Today is the birthday of Xiao Feijun (the 'jun' here is not the familiar Sang that Chinese people know, but the 'kun' that is more suitable for speaking life)! Have you forgotten?"

"Ah, is that right? Did you really forget it?" Ai Fei smiled embarrassedly and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Xiao Aijun looks so cute!" Ai Xiko smiled and joked with her son, then walked into the kitchen and started to get busy.

Ai Fei sat down in the living room and stretched his legs - it had been half a year since he had arrived in this world, but he still could not adapt to the Japanese lifestyle of sitting cross-legged, and he always had to occupy a lot of space alone - this is what Ai Yukiko and Ai Zhu Taro opposed him the most. Originally, there was only a living room with less than 5 tatami (about 12 square meters) and he was tall and long, so how could others walk around? However, after saying it a few times, he never listened, and the couple had to give up.

Looking at Ai Xiko's busy back in the kitchen, Ai Fei fell into painful self-blame: If it weren't crossing the road that day, he should...??! What do you want to do so much? It's too late to say anything now!

Ai Fei was originally a college student in the early 21st century. His main business was to study art design. He was also a popular figure in the school. The theater clubs organized by the school participated in various clubs. He was considered one of the rare all-rounders. When he first entered the third year of college, he had already obtained a job offer from a financial company through his own efforts. He didn't even have to work hard for his post-graduate work like his peers who were expanded. However, he never expected that he came to Japan in 1949 because of a car accident! Japan? Hell, God knows that God made the wrong line and actually threw himself here? God, save me?

Maybe it was the only thing that I was grateful for in this rebirth process without changing my name? Ai Fei could only think in his mind that the original owner of the boy he possessed was Ai Fei. He was 18 years old this year. He was a senior high school student at the Ueno Independent Boys High School in Tokyo. His family’s population is that his mother Ai Yukiko is responsible for housework and serving her husband and children. His father Ai Zhu Taro once participated in the war of aggression against China. At the end of the war, he was captured by the Soviet Red Army and took him to the Mikikov prisoner-in-war camp in Siberia for two years. After suffering more than 700 days in the cold air of the Arctic Circle, he finally returned to his motherland. In addition to his injuries and arthritis, the two fingers of his left hand remained there forever, but no matter what, he finally came back alive.

After returning to China, with the help of some comrades who returned to China in the early stage, he worked as a business manager in a steel company - his position before the war began. This is also a way for the government to take care of soldiers who have worked hard on the Chinese battlefield. The Japanese government always prioritizes the care and arrangements of these people.

The footsteps sounded at the entrance: "I'm back!"

"Are you back?" Ai Shizuko put down her work for the second time and ran to the door to welcome her husband's return: "Thank you for your hard work!"

"Um..." Aizu Taro's voice sounded pleasant, maybe it was because he was comfortable to drink: "It's so cold?"

"Yes, so thank you for your hard work!"

"Haha..." The couple smiled at the same time.

Ai Fei heard it clearly in the living room, and was disdainful in his heart: Is this also worthy of being funny? What have you seen in a barren country and a barren nation?

Taro Aizhu didn't expect his son to come back earlier than he did: "Ah, are you back? It's very early today! Will you go tomorrow?"

"I'm going. Tomorrow is the last day, and then it's going to be on holiday."

"Well, you can take a break after holiday." Aizhu Taro glared at his son who was sitting on the tatami with a slight tilt in dissatisfaction, and muttered to take out a paper bag from his pocket: "Birthday gift!"

"Give it to me?" Ai Fei was really surprised and sat down like Ai Zhu Taro: "Really?"

"Yes." Aizhu Taro smiled and turned around: "Hey, kid, where is the gift?"

"Ah! Yes." Ai Shizuko smiled embarrassedly and took out a much larger paper bag from the cabinet door under the kitchen: "Happy birthday, Xiao Feijun."

Ai Fei took the paper bag with both hands and raised it on his forehead to express his gratitude: "Thank you, father, thank you, mother. Then, I will accept it." As he said, he opened the gift Aizhu Taro gave him: it turned out to be a watch!

Fortunately, Ai Fei finally inherited some of the memories of the original owner, and knew a little about the details of the Japanese's life - he shouted in a tone that seemed extremely exaggerated to the Chinese: "This... I am so grateful! Thank you!"

"This is my watch. I have asked someone to repair and clean it today. Let me give it to you?"

"Thank you, father!" With a smile on his face, Ai Fei opened his mother's gift, which was a wool hat. It must have been knitted by his mother with his hands, right? He just put the hat on his head: "Well, it's very warm, thank you, mother."

"Do you like it?" Ai Shizuko asked with a smile while wiping her hands with a rag.

"I like it very much, thank you, mom."

Ai Shizuko turned around and walked to the kitchen, brought a casserole, and the things inside were still bubbling: "It's ready to stew!"

The so-called good stewing is made by putting meat, potatoes, and some soy products into the pot and cooking them out in one go. In the 1950s, such a meal was indeed quite high-end - for working-class people like Taro Aizhu.

The staple food is sorghum rice. For Ai Fei, a college student living in the 21st century, eating a meal can barely be said to improve the taste, but it is a pain every day. But what can I do if I don’t eat it? After the pain of the war, Japan’s social supply is very poor. Being able to eat a delicious meal every day has exhausted Ai Shizuko’s brain. How could he make excessive demands?

"Then, I'm starting!"

After dinner, Taro Aizhu slowly walked out of the door with clogs and went to his neighbor's house to play mahjong. Ai Yukiko cleaned up the dishes as usual. Where is Ai Fei? He picked up the Asahi Shimbun at the door and read it. On the financial version, the title of the column reads: Japan and the United States are in progress: "………Asahi Shimbun exclusively reported that the negotiations between Japan and the United States are in progress on the exchange rate of the Japanese yen and the U.S. are in progress. According to the Japanese chief representative of the negotiations and the Minister of Finance, the finance, economy and finance, Yutoko Ikeda said in an interview: 'The United States' aid and rescue to Japan has greatly alleviated the vicious cycle of rising prices and wages. However, if you think that Japan will develop the market economy according to the logic of the United States alone, then this argument is undoubtedly very stupid and ridiculous!'"

Ai Fei sneered and put down the newspaper: "Are you still stubborn? If you don't rely on the United States, do you rely on the Japanese? It's simply stupid! The little Japanese who fucked your mother is just stubborn!"

Ai Shinko couldn't understand the strange words that came out of his mouth: "What?"

Until his mother finished packing it up, Taro Aizhu still didn't come back. Needless to ask, the temptation of mahjong plaques to him is much more important than that of his wife and children: "Where are my clothes? Have you already sorted out?"

"Hi! It's washed and ironed in the closet."

"Oh." Ai Fei agreed, lowered his head and continued to read. Suddenly, a news caught his attention: "... The Asahi Shimbun held the first Million-People Novel Award in the winter of Showa 24. This award consists of the famous detective novelist Edogawa Ryokawa and serves as the judge of the detective novel; Yokogawa Master Hall serves as the judge of the artistic novel. In addition to the above lords, there are also famous novelists Inoue Yasuda and Inoue Taushit's second hall personally serves as the judge. It must be under the same conditions.

Make the most objective evaluation! The awards set at this award are as follows: one first prize in the category novel, with a prize of 300,000 yen, three second prizes, 200,000 yuan, 5 third prizes, and 100,000 yen. This award does not have themes and restrictions on the creation methods, just for more people who are interested in moving forward on the road of literary and artistic creation, and can sign up to participate. Submissions can be sent to Tokyo, Osaka, Nagoya Main Club, Hokkaido Branch and Fukuoka Main Club. The bottom of the entrance is their respective addresses.

Such a piece of news undoubtedly made him feel very exciting: 300,000 yen? It was definitely a very attractive asset in the 1950s! What would happen if he participated by himself? He participated by himself? Ai Fei smiled proudly: Is there any Japanese matter?
Chapter completed!