Siheyuan: Collecting Eggs in the Countryside, I Get a Farm

In the 1960s, the toxic sun over Beijing's suburbs baked the asphalt until it smoked. Liu Aiguo walked toward the east end of the village in a straw hat and flip-flops, slap, slap, slap. The System chimed: Super Farm activated! Auntie Wang slapped her thigh and said she'd saved up twenty eggs. I handed over a yuan and three jin of grain coupons and came back with a whole basket. From then on, the world of the courtyard house had a new legend: that buyer from South Gongyuan Alley never came back from the countryside empty-handed! Silly Zhu took a couple of extra glances while crouching by the stove! I squatted at the farm entrance, munching on an egg I got from a sign-in: Don't rush! Let me sign in for thirty days! Then I'll show the whole courtyard that chickens can be traded for grain coupons!