Siheyuan: Silly Zhu Reads My Diary and Steals Xiao'e Away

Song Bin transmigrated into the Siheyuan and awakened a System that made him stronger whenever he wrote in his diary. As long as he kept writing, he could receive rewards without end.

Silly Zhu: "What? Xu Damao can't have children? Then that poor goose is wasting her life. Your wife is mine to look after, so don't worry!"

Silly Zhu: "What? It was Bang Geng who stole that chicken last night? That little bastard. I'll send you to juvenile detention."

Grr...

Song Bin rubbed his stomach and picked up the battered canteen hanging from him, taking several big gulps. He filled his belly with water. What else could he do? He had been hungry for two days and could barely walk. Where could anyone find a handout in times like these? Song Bin pulled his worn cotton coat tighter around himself. The Kyoto of the 1960s had yet to be shrouded in smog. The sky gradually brightened each day, the round moon turning into a crescent boat, and the stars slowly fading from sight. Grandpa Sun was about to come out. What a beautiful day. Leaning against the wall, Song Bin thought that in his previous life he'd probably still be sleeping under the covers at this hour. He'd been poor back then, too, but at least he had an apartment to live in. He wouldn't starve or freeze to death.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.