Siheyuan: Drunk, I Mistook Huairu for My Wife

The day Xue Chengyuan transmigrated into the life of an unlucky man in a courtyard house, Bang Geng had just swindled his last pack of cigarettes from him. After activating a farm space, he retaliated by scattering a handful of mutant corn seeds in Jia Zhangshi’s vegetable patch. Then he was sent to the Changbai Mountains to work as a forest ranger. From then on, the primeval forest became his ultimate cheat base: A Northeast tiger cub chased after him, calling him “Godfather,” while roe deer lined up to serve as his mounts. Monkey head mushrooms watered with the space’s spirit spring could knock wild boars out cold, and come harvest time, black bears volunteered to help him pick corn. He secretly learned the reindeer tribe’s techniques, raced across the snowy plains with a herd of sika deer, and left the Forestry Bureau’s jeeps eight blocks behind. While the people in the courtyard were still tearing each other apart over six jin of grain coupons, Xue Chengyuan was driving a modified tractor back to Beijing, its trunk packed with Northeast tiger pelts and thousand-year-old wild ginseng...