Siheyuan: I Awakened a Personal Space, and the Whole Courtyard Regrets It

In the winter of 1948, wind and snow sealed Beiping off from the world. Lu Yuanzhou transmigrated into the body of a sixteen-year-old orphan. His father's body had barely grown cold before the neighbors came pressing at his door: the bookkeeper used fake accounts to demand repayment, a wicked woman coveted the ancestral home, and self-righteous elders demanded he hand over his father's inheritance. Everyone thought this helpless orphan was already theirs for the taking.

At death's door, his ancestral jade opened a hundred-acre pocket realm. Spirit springs cleansed his marrow, black soil yielded crops, warehouses spanning thousands of square meters could store all kinds of supplies, and his hundred-meter divine sense let him see hidden gold behind walls and conspiracies in secret chambers.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.