Siheyuan: I Was Hit by the Reincarnation Watch for 48 Years

In December of 1953, Beijing just had a heavy snowfall, but when walking on the streets, the snow-covered and enchanting scenery was nowhere to be seen. The dust rolled in from the north, the factory chimneys in the city, and the soot left by citizens burning coal made the snow on the tree branches look gray, like an old photo. At the entrance of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, a young man in his twenties, 1.8 Meters tall, burly, with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, got off the tricycle, took off his leather gloves, took out a few pieces of change from his pocket, took out a three-corner coin, and handed it to the driver. For winter's sake, he gave the coachman an extra dime.