Lin Yuanqiao transmigrates.
Beijing, 1961, in a place called the Siheyuan.
His cousin He Yuzhu is treated like a hired hand by the entire courtyard. Yi Zhonghai is plotting to secure someone to support him in his old age, Qin Huairu is waiting to take her next bite, and Jia Zhangshi is eyeing his house, practically drooling.
The good news is that he has a sign-in System, a pocket dimension, technical skills, and money.
The bad news is that these rotten neighbors have already set their sights on him.
Lin Yuanqiao smiled.
“From now on, I call the shots in this Siheyuan.”
I feel pretty good! At least the deaf old lady is a human being