Siheyuan: My Portable Space Stores Ten Thousand Jin of Grain

Lu Yuan woke from a deep sleep and was astonished to find that he had transmigrated through time to a bustling courtyard house in the Forty-Nine City, packed with all manner of scoundrels. The year was 1955. More astonishing still, he had brought along a mysterious personal space stocked with five thousand kilos of grain. Wasn’t this the legendary life with cheat codes? From then on, Lu Yuan’s life seemed to shift into a leisurely, slow-paced routine, with fine wine and delicious food every day. Gradually, he discovered that beneath the Big Front Gate not far from the courtyard was a little tavern, and that his family also ran a silk shop on the nearby streets. The shopkeeper was named Chen Xueru. That little rascal Bang Geng had his eye on Lu Yuan’s grain? Lu Yuan sneered. If he dared steal any, he’d make him regret it with a toothache! Widow Qin came by at night to borrow grain? Lu Yuan thought it over again and again. He’d have to give that one some careful consideration. As for Chen Xueru offering to buy him some new clothes, Lu Yuan chuckled and pretended to be shy. “Oh, you really shouldn’t…”