Siheyuan: A Spatial Spirit Spring, Not a Blood Bank

Silly Zhu transmigrates back to 1951 and becomes his sixteen-year-old self. He also finds a space inside his mind, as big as a basketball court, with an ancient well of spiritual spring water wreathed in immortal mist, plus a supermarket supply System. There's enough stuff to support an entire small county.

In his previous life, he was firmly manipulated by the three-pronged combination of Grandma Deaf's "kindness," Yi Zhonghai's "sternness," and Qin Huairu's "tenderness." He spent half his life as their blood bank, only to be drained dry and abandoned under a bridge. This time, he's seen the light.

Lunch boxes? Not happening. His wages? Forget it. Looking after them in their old age? Find someone else. The spiritual spring water will cleanse and strengthen his body, and he can take whatever he wants from his space. He's going to take back everything he's owed.

He Daqing wants to run away? He won't stop him. He might even give him a send-off. Grandma Deaf calls him "good grandson" again? He'll pretend he didn't hear. Yi Zhonghai tries to bully him with, "There are no elders in this world who are ever wrong"? He'll turn on him outright.

As for that future "legendary widow," Jia Dongxu isn't dead yet, so she doesn't even qualify to marry into the family. This time, without Silly Zhu as their blood bank, he'll see whether that pack of beasts can keep their schemes going.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.