After transmigrating eight years ago, I had a sign-in System by my side. On the Winter Solstice, I carried two jin of meat into the back courtyard and ran into Qin Huairu washing clothes and smiling at me. The front courtyard schemed, the middle courtyard begged to be taken in, and the back courtyard was full of people obsessed with officialdom. On a snowy day like this, I'll warm up the meat first. Whoever reaches for it, I'll chop their hand off.
