A Gangster in the 50'S Capital, Shed Blood to Identify His Master Qinglian

Ye Hao opened his eyes, but his brain was still foggy. The surrounding shabby place was drafty on all sides and had crumbling walls, like a rotten temple with no one living in it. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly his head felt as if someone had hit him with a hammer. The pain was excruciating, and his vision went dark and he fainted again. When I woke up again, the room was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. Ye Hao completely understood this time - he was back. Return to the 1960s in this parallel world, a place that is similar to the original world, but not exactly the same. This body is also called Ye Hao. He had no father or mother since he was a child. He was picked up and raised by someone for several years. During the war, his adoptive father and his family became refugees. On the way to escape, his adoptive father gave him the last morsel of food, and he fell down and never got up again. Ye Hao was only six years old that year. Later, he begged all the way to the capital, thinking that it would be easier to beg in big cities. Who knew that just after the founding of the People's Republic of China, everyone was extremely poor and life was difficult. He didn't make it in time to apply for household registration, so he became a black householder and could only live in this shabby temple on the outskirts of the city.