Siheyuan: I Got a House of My Own, Now I'm Just Waiting to Get Married

In the final days of autumn in 1962, rain fell for several days straight and the temperature suddenly plunged. Shen Zhiping was cozily tucked under a warm quilt on the kang. Listening to the northwest wind howl outside, he grinned, feeling utterly at ease. He had transmigrated into that courtyard compound, where every resident was a character in their own right. Before transmigrating, he didn't even have a proper job. Now he was a Level Fifteen technician at the steel mill, earning 42.5 yuan a month. The factory had assigned him the eastern wing of the courtyard at Number 95 Nanluoguxiang: three rooms all to himself, with the entire little courtyard to himself. In this life, all he had to do was close the gate, and he had a home all to himself!