Siheyuan: My Family Is Sucking Me Dry? I'll Set the House Ablaze and Split Up

After transmigrating to a courtyard in 1957, Zhao Wu becomes the least-loved second son of the Zhao family. His father doesn't care for him, and his mother doesn't love him. His elder brother is the apple of their parents' eye, while his younger brother is the whole family's little darling. He drops out of school at sixteen to haul heavy loads, and every penny he earns over the next two years goes toward getting his elder brother a wife. He eats the worst food, sleeps on the coldest floor, and comes back after unloading trucks all night without even a hot meal, eventually starving to death. When he opens his eyes again, Zhao Wu from the twenty-first century has arrived. You expect me to keep slaving away while the whole family leeches off me? You want to guilt-trip me into raising my younger brother and nephew? Not a chance. On the day the family splits up, Wang Guifen throws a tantrum, Zhao Shan hits people, the Third Master schemes, the First Master tries to guilt-trip him, and the Second Master throws his authority around. The whole courtyard waits to see Zhao Wu make a fool of himself. Zhao Wu simply sets his younger brother's new bedding on fire. “You won't split up the family? Fine. Then we'll all burn to death together today. No one gets out alive!” The moment the fire catches, everyone in the courtyard is scared out of their wits. He has a written agreement drawn up, cuts ties, divides the property, builds a wall and a new gate that very day, and vows never to have anything to do with the Zhao family again. Yi Zhonghai thinks he can control me? I'll strip your house bare. And I'll strip that old deaf lady from the Jia family, too. Let's see if you still have the time to scheme after that. While others go hungry, he eats pork at every meal. While others remain bachelors, he marries the prettiest woman around. He quits a job that everyone else would fight tooth and nail to get, goes into business, and becomes a tycoon. The shameless people who looked down on him now weep with envy and kneel at his door, begging for forgiveness. Zhao Wu: “Get lost. Too late.”