Siheyuan: Sickly Me Lies Flat with the Help of the System

1958, the capital, No. 95 Nanluoguxiang Courtyard. That notorious Siheyuan compound everyone talks about? Here I am. The good news: I'm a sickly weakling, and no one in the whole courtyard dares to mess with me. Even better news: I land a permanent job, and my instant-kill System activates. Everything the System provides is top-notch. A personal space, a spirit spring, a vaccine that makes me immune to every poison... While others are so hungry they gnaw on coarse steamed buns, I slack off in the warehouse and pocket all the perks. Life is so comfortable that someone can't stand it? The Deaf Old Lady sabotages my brother's matchmaking behind my back? Sorry, your giant yellow croaker, silver bracelets, grain coupons, and white flour are all gone. Yi Zhonghai tries to guilt-trip me into donating? Fine, I'll take good care of the gold bars hidden in your kang bed. Silly Zhu thinks a toad like him can get a swan? No chance. Today I'll set you up with a widow with a child, and tomorrow I'll get you disciplined at the factory. I never go looking for trouble in this courtyard. But if anyone dares lay a finger on my family, I'll show them what a sickly weakling's revenge looks like. You mess with me once, and I'll make you waste half your life working. Lying flat is real, and so is emptying out your coffin savings. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.