Siheyuan: Since the 1950S

In the midwinter of 1950, veteran Zhou Weimin moved into the Sanjin Siheyuan in Nanluogu Lane with his injured leg that had not been removed from the shrapnel. Seventeen families are crowded into this century-old house. The leaky windows are papered with People's Daily editorials, and relief grains mixed with elm bark are cooked in aluminum pots on the briquette stove. When he found half of Jinling University's farming notes in the collapsed west wing, accidentally triggering a mysterious planting space, the gears of fate turned violently, enveloping the humanity of the entire hospital - The abacus of the third uncle in the front yard checks the briquette consumption of each household. In the middle yard, Jia Zhang's urinal always bangs at midnight. In the back yard, the deaf old lady's kang hole hides parts of the enemy's transmitter that have not been moved in time. Zhou Weimin had to cut the polished rice produced in the space into aged grains under the eyes of the street office, and used grass seeds soaked in Lingquan water to pass off as advanced Soviet compost. The extra three kilograms of sorghum noodles were turning into reasonable transportation losses in the grain station's ledger. When the whole hospital competes for the title of Patriotic Health Model Hospital, it is an epic story. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.