Siheyuan: I'm Just a Fortune-Teller Passing Through

Zhou Yi transmigrates to the courtyard. The moment he steps inside, the scoundrels are already plotting to drive him out.

You think you can take me on? You're still wet behind the ears!

Try not to make your falls look too pathetic: chickens, dogs, foxes, rats...

You want me to stay? Then I'll have to think about it.

Silly Zhu: “I'll cook for you for a year!” Not interested!

Qin Huairu: “My steamed buns are the best in the world.” They'd barely fill a tooth!

Second Uncle: “I'll bring you Erguotou every day.” I don't want a second bottle!

Third Uncle: “I'll write you a calligraphy piece: ‘A master of divine calculation.’” You can't outcalculate me!

Xu Damao, holding a chicken in his arms: “She's called Ezi. I'll give her to you.” Immortals don't eat chicken!

Zhou Yi leisurely opens his “Zhou Xiaoxian” folding fan and taps an enamel basin. “Dear fowls, don't hide your tails. Let's keep fighting. Or should you all come at me together?!”