Siheyuan: The Army Marches into the City, and the System Flees Overnight

"Ding! The Feudal Landlord Enjoyment System has successfully bound itself to you!"

"Host, acquire farmland and collect rent as soon as possible to begin your life of luxury!"

Just as Lin Weidong was about to ask where the startup funds were, the System suddenly checked the date.

1949, Beiping.

The army would hold its entry ceremony tomorrow.

"Warning! Your development path contains a serious error!"

"Estate reward withdrawn! Rent-collection module destroyed!"

"Maid function... This System has never developed such a feature!"

That night, the System ran away.

All it left Lin Weidong was a shabby one-cubic-meter storage compartment, a broken status panel that could only display proficiency, and a farewell letter brimming with the will to survive:

"Host, work hard. If anyone asks, we don't know each other."

The kang in the back room was still cold, and the rice jar was still empty.

People in the courtyard were already asking around: if this sickly fellow didn't make it through winter, who would get his room?

Lin Weidong pushed himself upright and slid the door bolt back into place.

The mechanical engineering and Chinese medicine he had learned in his previous life hadn't run off with the System.

From repairing an old tool to earning his first sack of grain;

From nursing himself back to health to making a name for himself at the factory with his skills.

While others were calculating how much property he had left, the fire in his stove grew warmer by the day.

Later, the Jia family sent someone to propose a match.

But Qin Huairu, who was still unmarried, came to ask Lin Weidong first:

"Did you really modify that stove yourself?"

Lin Weidong lifted the pot lid, and steam billowed across his face.

"I modified the stove. The food's ready. Want to try some?"