He learned at the hospital that it was now 1965. Although the country had gotten through the period of severe material shortages, you still couldn't just buy whatever you wanted. Most importantly, his top priority was to find a job. The political winds were going to shift soon, and if he wanted to live safely through that extraordinary era, having a formal job was the best option. Even though he had once sold his job for a few hundred yuan out of desperate need for money, he wouldn't be able to buy it back now even if he offered a thousand yuan. Besides, making money in this day and age required a job; the private economy was heavily cracked down upon, and he had only managed to scrape by until now by relying on people turning a blind eye.
He Wenjie thought and thought, only to realize he still didn't have the slightest clue what to do. Back in the 21st century, he wouldn't starve even if he had to deliver food, but in this era, he was truly helpless. Lost in thought, He Wenjie gradually drifted off to sleep.
When He Wenjie woke up again, it was already dark outside. There was no clock in his house, let alone a wristwatch. In this era, a wristwatch was a major luxury item; traditional weddings called for "three turns and one sound," and the watch was one of those turns. He Wenjie had been sleeping since lunch, and once he woke up now, he couldn't fall back asleep no matter what. He had no choice but to continue pondering how he would get through the days ahead. Just as he w…
Chapter 107