Siheyuan: Comrade Silly Zhu, Are You All Right?

In the kitchen of the Hongxing Steel Plant, a young man of seventeen or eighteen skillfully chops a cabbage, while another young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five stands beside him.

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It's been three or four days since he transmigrated to this world, and he still can't believe it.

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A florist from the twentieth century.

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All because he complained about a boring movie, the System sent him to this world.

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Still, it wasn't a bad deal. The System provided a small space where he could raise food and animals, and even a pond where he could raise fish, though it didn't seem to do much.