Siheyuan: I’m Silly Zhu’s Cousin, and I Eat Meat Three Times a Day

In the late autumn of 1962, a night of rustling autumn winds had blanketed the Forty-Nine City in fallen leaves.

The morning breeze was cold enough to make anyone shiver.

“Achoo!”

Wang Haiyang sneezed. The young man beside him looked a little older than his years, as if he were nearly forty, though he was actually not even thirty. He said, “See? I told you to wear more clothes, but you wouldn't listen. I'll make you some ginger tea when we get back.”

“Thanks, big brother.” Wang Haiyang nodded.

“Don't mention it. We're real brothers. Director Wang just told me to look after you. We're brothers with a quarter of the same blood, after all.” The young man with the prematurely aged face chuckled, looking a little goofy.

The two of them arrived at the entrance to Number 95 in Nanluoguxiang. Inside the courtyard, a bespectacled middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual spotted them and asked the young man, “Silly Zhu, do you have a relative visiting?”

Wang Haiyang had transmigrated into the world of The Beast-Filled Courtyard.