Siheyuan: I'm No Saint

The blurb is short and unimpressive, but the story is fantastic. Dare to bet on it? I'm no saint. If someone wrongs me, I get even on the spot. Of course, I can let you off once, or even twice, but I'm no horse keeper. Middle-parted hair, beer belly. They call me Uncle Chen, so remember it!! After transmigrating, Chen Bo's life was far from easy. He had become a resident of a courtyard house. But his former self had a rather unusual background: an orphan, bullied by everyone, and doomed to a lonely life. Just as Chen Bo was still reeling from the confusion of transmigrating, Jia Dongxu came knocking, demanding this month's wages from him. He even had the nerve to call it an offering. Chen Bo chuckled. What kind of offering does a living person give? What are you, Jia Dongxu, some kind of wage slave? Once you're dead, I might consider burning a little something for you.