My Rental Courtyard Was Mistaken for an Ancient Forbidden Zone

After transmigrating to another world, Zhong Chu has only an old house, a height of five foot three, and two tenants who show up at his door with their luggage.

The mother and daughter tenants are both nearly six foot seven. One can stop the mountain wind by wiping a table, while the other can lift an entire roof with one hand.

He just wants to collect rent, grow some vegetables, and casually toss the "weeds" in the backyard over the wall.

But to outsiders, those are immortal herbs unseen for three hundred years, and his little courtyard is a legendary primordial forbidden zone.

A holy maiden comes to wash dishes, a general comes to register, and sect patriarchs line up to seek treatment, all just to drink a bowl of glowing porridge at his place.

Zhong Chu: I'm really just a landlord.

Lighthearted banter, cozy everyday life, misunderstandings everywhere. One bowl of porridge heals all under heaven.