He Daqing's Leisurely Daily Life in the Siheyuan

In 1951, snow drifted across the Forty-Nine City. Amid the billowing steam in the steel mill kitchen, He Daqing had been transmigrated for five years. He had long since grown used to the pace of the era and completely settled into his identity as He Daqing. Other people transmigrated into a courtyard-house story and found a den of beasts and an atmosphere thick with hostility from the start. But He Daqing refused to play along! Life was his own, and a good life was something you built. Why spend every day fighting with the neighbors until they were at each other’s throats?

As someone who knew how history would unfold, he had a space at his disposal. Back in 1948, he had quietly claimed the hidden stash of a high-ranking official who had fled the country. There was no shortage of silver dollars and gold bars, and he had also gradually stockpiled mountains of rice, flour, pork, roast duck, and fried chicken!

With such a substantial fortune, He Daqing could enjoy a peaceful life in this simple era. He would guide his honest, rather dim-witted son, Sha Zhu; pamper He Yushui like a little princess; and marry a gentle, virtuous wife to complete his happy family.

There would be no heartrending battles over who got which room, nor any melodramatic schemes involving constant denunciations. There would only be a family sharing steaming hot meals and chatting about everyday life amid the great changes of the times. The necessities of everyday life, from firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea,