Siheyuan: Broke? I Set One Small Goal Every Day

Zhao Jianchuan transmigrated. The good news was that he had the System and a pocket dimension, essentials for any transmigrator. The bad news was that he had transmigrated into a courtyard compound, stuck among a bunch of vermin. Worse still, the original owner was a spoiled “family heir,” an idle wastrel with a terrible reputation. There were six people in the family: a father who worked like an old ox, a mother who tirelessly shouldered all the burdens, three older sisters named Zhaodi, Pandi, and Yingdi, and him, the one everyone in the compound called a good-for-nothing behind his back. Fortunately, Zhao Jianchuan was only twenty, and now that he had the System, he had a daily goal to work toward. There was still time to change his fate...