Siheyuan: Rare Stamps in Hand, Becoming a Great Collector!

He Yuhao had barely stepped through the courtyard gate when he ran into Xu Damao, who was blocking the way and cursing his older brother for stealing a chicken. A few words were all it took to sort out right and wrong and quell the commotion. After everyone had left, he found a brand-new set of Special 38 Goldfish stamps tucked in the corner of a cabinet. Twelve colorful intaglio stamps, their patterns vivid and crisp. The archaeologist who had transmigrated into this world went red-eyed on the spot.

The next day, he stuffed his pockets with cash and made a beeline for the post office, scooping up complete sets of Chrysanthemums, Peonies, and Huangshan Scenery. The lady behind the counter gaped when he pulled out sixteen yuan. In the back courtyard, the deaf old lady casually opened her makeup box, revealing a red revenue stamp, the Small One-Dollar, wrapped in oiled paper. The crown jewel of Chinese philately, it could easily buy a house in the future. The old lady didn't even raise her eyes. "If you like it, take it."

A child eating congee by the roadside had a Qing dynasty doucai bowl. He bought it for twenty cents, only to hear a cold snort behind him. That face was exactly like the father who had abandoned his family and left. The man said just one thing: find something worthy of his attention within ten days. The chance to become a disciple of the Nine Gates Viceroy was right in front of him. Rabbits bred one litter after another in his space, and stamps already filled half a drawer in the corner. The most important thing now was to get his hands on every soon-to-be-lost treasure before everyone else realized what they were worth.

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