Siheyuan: My Lousy System Pays 50 Yuan a Day

## Courtyard: My Crummy System Gives Me 50 Yuan a Day

> Li Yuan transmigrates to a courtyard in the 1960s and becomes a procurement officer at a steel mill, a job his debt-ridden family sacrificed everything to get him.

> The fresh-food supermarket and fishing tackle warehouse in his mind should have been a golden finger, but the [System Core Is Damaged]!

>, Prices are locked at their original rates on the day he transmigrated (the sale just ended, and pork belly costs 58 yuan per jin!)

>, He can withdraw goods worth only 50 yuan a day (the allowance accumulates, but it's barely enough to make a difference)

>, Items from beyond this era are strictly forbidden

>, The most heartbreaking part: its functions are permanently locked and will never be upgraded!

> Faced with ridiculously expensive goods and procurement quotas that might as well be a death sentence, Li Yuan's vision went dark.

> “Lucky for me, in my previous life I was a thrifty fishing fanatic.”

> While the whole courtyard waited to laugh at the Li family's bankruptcy:

> - Li Yuan pulled out coarse cornmeal that cost eight mao a jin. “Mom, let's make the porridge thicker today.”

> - He spent a whole day by a hole in the moat's ice. “Dad, this crucian carp will make a good soup for my little sister.”

> - He traded grass carp for ration coupons from the neighborhood committee. “Third Uncle, how about I trade you a two-jin fish for that old thermos?”

> Despite the crummy System's restrictions, Li Yuan somehow made the most of his 50-yuan daily allowance and kept the family afloat.

> The cornmeal porridge grew thicker, his little sister's padded jacket got a fresh layer of cotton, and his parents' worried expressions began to fade.

> Now and then, he would catch a big one. The long-missed smell of meat would fill the dinner table, and rare laughter would drift out of the Li family's little courtyard.

> Yi Zhonghai: “Xiao Li, you should show some generosity...”

> Li Yuan weighed the carp he'd just caught. “First Uncle, how about three jin of fish for five jin of coal briquettes from your place?”

> Xu Damao, drooling over the braised fish: “Yuanzi, could you get me one too?”

> Li Yuan pointed to his empty bucket. “I've used up today's limit. Come back early tomorrow.”