Siheyuan: Heaven-Defying Comprehension, I Rewrite the Fate of the Capital

When Li Ping'an entered a courtyard compound in 1952 with a System space capable of devouring all things, Yi Zhonghai was scheming to steal He Daqing's Sichuan cooking recipes, while Jia Zhangshi eyed Qin Huairu's thick braid and calculated how much bride-price it could fetch. After awakening heaven-defying comprehension, Li Ping'an spent three days dragging his uncle back from the gates of death. In the morning, he studied medical texts and unlocked Hua Tuo's acupuncture techniques; in the afternoon, he read The Barefoot Doctor's Manual and grasped organ transplantation. By the time He Daqing was preparing to elope to Baoding with White Widow, Li Ping'an's kung pao chicken had the head chef at Quanjude kneeling and calling him the master. While Chen Xueru was still picking out fabric for a dress at the silk shop, the qipao tailoring technique he casually devised had already earned a tailor shop on Qianmen Street a plaque naming it a pilot site for public-private partnership. From using his mastery of firearms to impress the head of the military control commission, to translating Soviet construction blueprints with his top-level Russian, while the compound's schemers fought over petty scraps, the hybrid rice he cultivated in his System space had already spread across the experimental fields at the Ming Tombs Reservoir. Years later, Qin Huairu pounded on Jia Dongxu's coffin and wailed, “If only you'd learned even half a skill from Ping'an back then, you wouldn't have been dragged into a shroud by a lathe!”