[Siheyuan] + [Transmigration] + [System] + [Face-slapping] + [Guilt-Free Power Fantasy]
“Chen, you’re an orphan, and those two big rooms are wasted on you. Let the Jia family have them!”
After waking up, Jiang Chen, a chef from 2025, found himself transmigrated into a 1962 Siheyuan, where he was an orphan whose parents had both died.
Right from the start, he ran into Yi Zhonghai, who had joined forces with the whole courtyard to force him out. They set a banquet table in the middle of the courtyard and tried every trick in the book: moral blackmail, living off the dead, and seizing his property. Dozens of people were waiting for him to pack up and leave.
Jia Zhangshi stood with her hands on her hips, making a scene. Qin Huairu dabbed at her tears with a handkerchief, while Xu Damao folded his arms and watched the spectacle.
Facing this pack of scheming vultures, Jiang Chen let out a cold laugh. His [Time-Space Supply and Marketing System] had awakened, opening a two-way connection between 2025 and 1962! A pound of white flour that cost 1.2 yuan in a modern supermarket was priceless hard currency in the 1960s, where everything had to be bought with ration coupons!
He slammed half a sack of premium white flour onto the banquet table. Its bright whiteness made everyone in the courtyard swallow hard. “If you want to take my house, you’d better make sure you can handle the consequences.”
While the rest of the courtyard schemed and fought over half a cornmeal bun, Jiang Chen had luncheon meat in one hand and White Rabbit candy in the other, feasting on meat and fish at every meal. The aroma filled the entire courtyard.
Yi Zhonghai was green with envy, Jia Zhangshi rolled on the ground craving a taste, and Xu Damao secretly tried to trip him up.
Jiang Chen just smiled without a word. “There’s plenty of time to see who gets pushed around in this courtyard.”
