My Life in the Siheyuan: Starting with the Reckoning

In 1960, people were so hungry they gnawed at the plaster. When Chen Meng returned home after leaving the army, he was stunned: the Jia family had seized his house, his little sister had been burned into a tiny ball of fire, and a whole courtyard of "good neighbors" were lining up for handouts?

"Come on, wake up, all of you!" The reconnaissance soldier pulled out a little notebook. "You seized my house? Rent is ten times the rate, calculated by the minute! You stole grain? You'll sweep toilets until your pants wear through! You want to guilt-trip me? Go on, say that again while looking at my Third-Class Merit medal!"

While the beasts of the courtyard were still fighting the "cornbread defense war," Chen Meng had quietly unlocked incredible skills. He found national treasures hidden among potatoes at the market, spotted a rosewood antique in a broken chair at the salvage yard, and even discovered that a stone chewed by a roadside dog was actually Tianhuang stone!

Years later, the courtyard had become the "Chen Family Cultural Heritage Reserve." Jia Zhangshi collected admission fees at the entrance, while Banggeng acted as a tour guide, recounting "the tearful tale of the cured meat I stole from Uncle Chen."