Siheyuan: Pick up a Storage Ring at the Beginning

In the cold winter of the 1960s, I dressed as a poor boy shivering in the cold in a shabby house. Just after the original owner passed away, the ancestral ring on my hand suddenly recognized its owner, and there was actually ten square meters of space and full supplies inside. It was snowing outside and the door was closed. I dug out half a bag of white noodles and two pieces of bacon, and lit the stove first. When daybreak comes, the whole hospital will come to me to ask for help.