Siheyuan: From the Start, I Get the Projectionist System Through Sign-In

I transmigrated into the body of twenty-year-old Xu Damao, with thirty-three yuan and fifty cents in my pocket.

Silly Zhu was still running his mouth, and Lou Xiao'e hadn’t married into the family yet.

The System said I was expected to live to seventy-eight. In this life, I’m going to make the whole courtyard bow beneath my feet.