The Poor Boy Who Traveled Through the Courtyard Used Three Magic Weapons to Reverse the Epidemic

Chen Feng woke up from the gloom, his head was in confusion. In front of him were dilapidated wooden beams and earthen beds, and in his ears came the crow of cocks and the clatter of pots and bowls. He struggled to get up. Beside the bed, his mother was busy, muttering that the food this morning was not enough. "Are you awake?" Mother turned her head with a tired smile on her face, "Get up and have breakfast. When the second uncle comes, you won't be able to share." Second uncle? Chen Feng was confused. This scene was both familiar and unfamiliar. He reached for his pockets and found them empty, not even the brand-name wallet he carried. When the mother saw this, she panicked: "Why don't you remember anything? Yesterday, you said you wanted to run errands for the family." Running errands? Chen Feng was full of doubts. He clearly remembered that they were discussing business in a high-end restaurant yesterday. Now, he has become a member of this poor family. While he was thinking about it, Jia's scolding came from outside the door: "Why isn't this store open yet? The food is almost gone!" Chen Feng frowned. He was vaguely aware that his identity had changed drastically, and there seemed to be an unknown secret hidden behind it. At this moment, the peaceful life in the courtyard is being broken by the conflict between the Jia family, and an unknown adventure quietly begins. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.