Year 1983: I was a carpenter in Northeast China

"Xu Bei! You actually fell asleep there? You're at work, you know?"

A sound, growing louder as it approached, seemed to pierce through the chaos.

Xu Bei suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into view was not their own living room, but a noisy and chaotic place.

Inside the two-story factory with its high ceilings, band saws, circular saws, and other equipment were humming or hissing, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of wood and the smell of sawdust.

In the distance, workers wearing thick cotton-padded coats and hats are pushing red pine logs onto the assembly line.

Nearby stood a large blackboard with production slogans written on it in white chalk: "Prevent fire, theft, and accidents; protect forests, factories, and the nation!"

At the very bottom, a line of text was prominently displayed: "Friday, January 7, 1983, the 7th day of safe production."

"grass……"

Xu Bei stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

He knew this place very well; it was a timber processing plant that went out of business in 98!

Looking down at himself, he saw that he was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket with shiny, worn cuffs and his hands, which were covered in work gloves, were covered with sawdust.

Is this a dream?

It has sound and smell, it's so damn realistic!

He pulled off his gloves, and the young, slender but somewhat rough hands in front of him, along with the birthmark on the web of his hand, all confirmed that this was his own body.

Xu Bei pinched the back of his hand hard, and the pain was so intense that he couldn't believe he was dreaming.

All he remembered was the last thing he saw: his phone was connected to the charger and he was trying to unlike a recommended game video. And then... he never expected to end up back in 1983!

Oh, Mother!

She's still alive and well!

Just then, a transparent panel, similar in size to a mobile phone, suddenly appeared in his mind:

[The Timber Tycoon game is now active...]

Xu Bei's heart skipped a beat!

Isn't this that game?

Although he is a retired old man, he is still young at heart and has watched a lot of short videos, short dramas and novels.

Therefore, he was no stranger to the protagonist's cheat abilities such as spatial abilities and systems.

Unexpectedly, I not only had the good fortune of being reborn, but I also have a cheat code?!

Just as he was about to examine it more closely, a loud shout rang out: "Are you stupid? Didn't you hear me? Get back to work!"

Xu Bei snapped out of his daze, turned around, and recognized the middle-aged man in a green military overcoat and hat who was walking quickly toward him as Zhang Tiecheng, the junior leader of their timber processing workshop.

He remembered that the old man had been dead for many years, and now, with his scraggly beard, he looked to be only in his forties, and still quite energetic.

Zhang Tiecheng yelled impatiently again, "What are you looking at me for? What are you sleeping for during work hours? You're delaying production; do you even want your bonus this month?"

bonus?

Xu Bei knew that bonuses in this era were quite important to some people, after all, their salaries were only a few dozen yuan.

But now that they've all been reborn, who cares about that little bit of money?

"I don't want it anymore!"

"You!" Zhang Tiecheng clearly hadn't expected such a response, and raised his hand to slap the back of his head. "You fucking don't want to work here anymore, do you?!"

Xu Bei deftly dodged, then retorted without hesitation, "Who the hell do you think you are! Yeah, I don't want to work here anymore! Go ahead and fire me if you dare!"

It's not up to one person to decide who to fire in a state-owned factory, especially since Xu Bei's father, Xu Dashan, is a long-time employee.

Zhang Tiecheng's face flushed red with rage. "You...you've gone too far! Just you wait!"

After saying that, he turned around and angrily walked towards the office.

Almost all of Xu Bei's colleagues stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

Some were watching the spectacle, some were shocked, and some were surprised; none of them had expected things to turn out this way.

"Brother Bei, what's wrong with you?" A skinny young man approached. "Even if Old Zhang's words are harsh and rude, you can't just talk back. What if my uncle finds out and scolds you?"

Xu Bei took a closer look and remembered that this person's nickname was Xiao Liuzi. He was two years younger than him. The two had a good relationship before he was laid off, but they lost touch after they stopped working together.

He longed to see his still-living mother more than his father.

"Go ahead and scold me! I'm not afraid of that! I quit right now!"

After saying that, Xu Bei ignored the stares and whispers of the others and ran out of the workshop.

The processing plant has a large yard. In addition to some basic machinery, there is a yard piled with boards and timber, and thousands of logs are neatly stacked into small mountains.

Since the factory went bankrupt and logging stopped, Xu Bei hadn't seen such a spectacular scene for a long time.

However, he had no time to appreciate these things at the moment. After leaving the factory gate, he made his way and headed straight for the location of the old house in his memory.

As the hometown of Korean pine, Lindu was an important national timber production base in the 1980s.

There are sixteen forestry bureaus below.

Each forestry bureau has staff hospitals, department stores, post offices, cinemas, schools, and other facilities, as well as subordinate grassroots production units, mountain forest farms, and management offices.

In the Beishan Forestry Bureau, where Xu Bei works, there are two large forest farms and six or seven management stations.

His home was relatively close to the timber processing plant, but a bit far from the bustling streets.

Although it was only about two miles, the road was so cold and slippery that it was impossible to run.

In particular, there aren't as many buildings and the greenhouse effect at this time, so winters are much colder than in later generations.

The whistling cold wind felt like a knife scraping my face; with each breath, the cold air traveled from my nasal cavity all the way to my lungs, making me want to cry.

Furthermore, the snow was very thick, not only on the road and the treetops on both sides of the road, but also on the sloping roofs of every household and the rows of stacks of firewood, with a thick layer, like a cream cake.

Coupled with the clear blue sky and the vast forest in the distance, it is truly stunningly beautiful.

But for Xu Bei, who had long since become somewhat numb to these beautiful sights, the game of Timber Tycoon, which was still loading in his mind, was far more appealing.

However, the progress bar is still a bit short, so we can only wait patiently with anticipation.

Xu Beishen walked with uneven steps, his thoughts in turmoil as he thought of his wife and daughter far away in the capital, his heart heavy and uneasy.

I don't know how heartbroken I will be to hear the news of my passing, or how long it will take for me to fully accept the fact that there is no one left in my family.

Fortunately, the family's fixed deposit account was not in his name, and there was more than 20,000 yuan in his salary card. He knew the password and could withdraw the money at any time, which would save him a lot of trouble.

However, even if they were to be together again in this life, they probably wouldn't be able to have that daughter no matter how precisely they timed it.

Thinking about his messy and troubled married life that had lasted for most of his life, he felt much more at ease.

at last.

When Xu Bei had traveled halfway, the progress bar was full.

Suddenly, the transparent panel interface flickered and a dialog box appeared.

Has the Timber Tycoon game system been officially activated?