Siheyuan: Starting from My Uncle

He Weiguo stood at the entrance of Nanluogu Alley, his homespun coat rustling in the wind. He was in his early twenties, his face was tanned by the sun, but there was a smile on his lips - not a simple and honest smile, but the kind with eyes that were crescent-shaped but with clear eyes. He held two things in his hands. An old letter that was returned, a foreign coin. The letter was written by He Daqing to his cousin in his hometown in the early years. He mentioned that my son Yuzhu was at the steel rolling mill in Beijing and had enough to eat. The address changed, the letter was returned, and it stayed under the kang mat in my hometown for three years. He Weiguo happened to turn it over. Coins are brought with time travel. He came from 2024 three years ago with this modern coin in his pocket. I spent 80 yuan in three years selling mountain products, pickles, and handmade locks in the countryside. The coin was sold as a foreign product for one hundred and twenty yuan. Two hundred yuan plus two jars of pickled vegetables, half a bag of white flour, and a piece of bacon—this was all his belongings. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.