Siheyuan: I Have a Portable Farm

Su Yang wakes up one morning to find he’s been reborn in the 1960s.

To make matters worse, he’s in the world of the Siheyuan.

Fortunately, he successfully activates the portable farm System.

“Congratulations, Host. You’ve acquired Master-Level Pig Slop Cooking.”

“Congratulations, Host. You’ve acquired Perfect-Level Braised Pork.”

“Congratulations, Host. You’ve acquired Spirit Spring Water.”

He only wanted to start a simple farm, but life soon became far more exciting than he’d expected.

His rice yields ten thousand jin per mu, leaving the agricultural university president stunned on the spot.

After one meal of braised pork, miserly old Yan next door weeps and begs to come work for him.

The cracklings left over from rendering lard smell so good that Bang Geng drools in the middle of the night.

Qin Huairu: “Little brother, give big sister that piece of meat. I’ll give you a massage.”

Silly Zhu: “Su Yang’s a real piece of work. I said one thing about him behind his back, and he had me thrown in jail.”

Yan Bugui: “If my son were half as capable as Su Yang, I’d wake up laughing from my dreams.”