Siheyuan: I Really Don't Know How to Pretend to Be a Ghost.

Forty-three-year-old Lu Zhaochuan woke up and returned to Peiping in 1946. He is a tall man with a body of 24 and 1.86 Meters. He has brute strength and can eat and fight. There is no system, no space, and no sign-in mall. Fortunately, there are still some cooking skills. What's more coincidental is that he has a distant cousin named He Daqing. Behind He Daqing was a twelve-year-old boy. "Cousin, my name is He Yuzhu." Lu Zhaochuan fell silent. Good news, he's early. Yi Zhonghai hasn't become the first uncle yet, Liu Haizhong hasn't become the second uncle yet, Yan Bugui is still young, and Qin Huairu doesn't know where he is. Lu Zhaochuan is not prepared to change the world. They don't fight for houses or jobs, they don't fish, they don't hunt, and they don't bother to fight with a group of neighbors every day. He just wants to find a job, repair his own courtyard, marry a wife, and live his life in a clear way. Until a legend began to spread in the alley. Can see ghosts. Will invite God. Can also talk to dead people. Lu Zhaochuan shook his head after hearing this. "Feudal superstition is unacceptable." "Where do ghosts come from in this world?" It was midnight that day. The thief who stole the neighbor's life-saving money just got under the covers. A faint voice suddenly sounded outside the window. "A piece of..." "Two pieces..." "Three yuan..." It's dawn the next day. The lost money appeared in the center of the yard one by one. Lu Zhaochuan squatted at the door with a bowl and ate noodles. Looking at the people burning incense in the yard, I fell into deep thought. "No." "Do you really believe it?"