Zhou Geng has lived for more than twenty years, but he doesn't know whether he is a monster or a fox monster, the kind that is particularly charming. He inherited a porcelain shop from his father. The shop was at the foot of Xishan Temple, and only pilgrims came and went. He could not make much money, and he could barely survive starvation. The small courtyard surrounded by three floors faces east and west, and is cool in winter and warm in summer. No one has stayed in the inn in the courtyard since the day it opened. There are four stores facing the street. The northernmost one is Zhou Geng's porcelain shop. The two middle ones are newly opened flower shops, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and milk tea dessert shops. The southernmost one is specially used to raise birds. Zhou Geng likes to raise birds, even birds in cages, or birds that chirp and call Uncle Chen at six o'clock every morning. One night, Zhou Geng remembered that the starlings in the yard had not yet been confiscated. When he was holding up the pole to hook the bird cage, he accidentally stepped on a hand... The owner of that hand snorted twice and said, "You are quite heavy, huh?" Zhou Geng waved the pole and said modestly: "It's not heavy, it's only about a hundred kilograms. What's wrong? Are you here to rob or stay in a hotel?"