Handing Over My Sim Management System After the Calamity

The Yu Dynasty was suddenly struck by a heavy snowstorm, and temperatures plunged. Countless people froze to death overnight. Yuan Qingming, a young lord who had always lazed about, chasing cats and teasing dogs, was jolted awake by the cold. When he opened his eyes, he found himself on an empty street. A fellow claiming to be a management simulation System told him to complete a task. The pampered young lord had cut his hands, singed his hair, and even burned down his shop. At last, he managed to make a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup as instructed. Wailing and pleading with everyone he could think of, he finally sold it and completed the beginner task. As soon as the task was done, Yuan Qingming rushed into the palace, clung to his handsome imperial uncle’s leg, and sobbed as he displayed every one of his injuries, clamoring to hand the System over to him. The land lay frozen for a thousand miles, and the Yu Dynasty was plunged into a bitter winter. The fields yielded nothing, the border defenses were in crisis, and people resorted to eating their own children. Just when all hope seemed lost, the imperial treasury suddenly began distributing grain, and even clothes. Though the clothes were rather strange, called things like down jackets and military overcoats. All the rice they handed out was polished white rice, without a trace of mixed or brown rice. They said brown and mixed grains were more expensive than white rice, so they couldn’t afford to give them away. From time to time, people even got to eat some kind of canned meat. The cans were sturdier and more durable than bowls. Somehow, life had actually started getting better! In the year 4076 of Blue Sea Star, humanity began awakening to supernatural abilities. An abandoned historical culture street in Zhongyu Kingdom suddenly sprang to life. Step into any restaurant, and the chef was an imperial chef. Enter a medical hall, and the physician was an imperial doctor. Visit a tailor’s shop, and the tailor was an imperial embroiderer. Go into a martial arts school, and the instructor was an imperial guard. Enter a bookshop, and all the ancient books on its shelves came from the imperial study. Whether they were real or not, people really did get to experience the kind of treatment only an emperor could enjoy. What was more, each shop on the cultural street had its own special effects. The food could enhance physical strength, mental acuity, and psychic power! Medicines from the medical hall could ease the unavoidable side effects of supernatural abilities. Clothes made at the tailor’s shop could provide all kinds of protection. The techniques taught at the martial arts school let people attack for five seconds without regard to their ability level! Word of these extraordinary effects spread far and wide. The once-deserted retro cultural street eventually became a worldwide sensation. Yuan Qingming told the System to wake him promptly at midnight. The System had unlocked a friends’ farm feature, and Yuan Qingming needed to log in on time to steal crops and sell them at the restaurant. He was having a grand time stealing when a voice came from beside him. “Why are you still awake?” Yuan Qingming looked over. The man before him had a face like a peach blossom, beauty like jade, a graceful bearing, and the air of an immortal. Yuan Qingming couldn’t help saying, “Imperial Uncle, you’re so beautiful.” Yuan Shuo: “What?” Yuan Qingming came to his senses. “I said I’m stealing crops.” Yuan Shuo chuckled. “Anything else?” Yuan Qingming lost himself in the man’s beauty again, unable to help himself. “And Imperial Uncle really is so beautiful!” [Reader’s Guide] Updates daily at 00:00. At other times, the author may be fixing errors or revising the text. 🔺 The love interest is the sixth generation descended from the Second Prince in the reign of the founding emperor, while the protagonist is the seventh generation descended from the Fourth Prince of that same reign. They are distant members of the imperial clan, with very little blood relation. 🔺 The love interest is 22, and the protagonist is 16. They have a six-year age gap, and they won’t get together for another two or three years. 🔺 Both worlds appear in the early part of the story. Later, most of the nation-building takes place in the Yu Dynasty. Coming Soon: "Yuanbao’s Everyday Life" Yuanbao was born into an ancient world and became a boy who could bear children. The Yuan family had five people. They made ends meet with Father Yuan selling wontons and Mother Yuan washing clothes for others. The family was so poor they could barely afford to eat. His parents wore worried expressions all day, and his older siblings never smiled. When he was just a month old, his father put him in a back basket and set him beside the wonton stall. Little Yuanbao was a chubby baby with a round head and round eyes. He was so adorably round. His parents needed to earn money to buy him goat’s milk, and Yuanbao wanted to help too. Neither his age nor his inability to speak could stop him. He gazed at passersby with his big, round eyes and smiled. In baby talk, he babbled: Come have a bowl of wontons! (✿◠‿◠ ✿) Before long, more and more customers flocked to the family’s little wonton stall, and business kept getting better. At last, Yuanbao got to drink goat’s milk and grew up safe and sound. … At fifteen, Yuanbao fell gravely ill. His family sold their wonton stall to raise the money to snatch him back from the King of Hell. Father Yuan went to the docks to haul heavy loads, while Mother Yuan took on even more laundry work. The eldest Yuan son quit school, and the second Yuan daughter said she would marry to save the family the cost of feeding her. After returning from the gates of the underworld, Yuanbao’s hazy memories of his previous life became clear. Unable to bear seeing his family suffer, he returned to his old trade, making all kinds of pastries and noodles to sell. With the whole family working hard, their tiny stall grew into a little shop. … Yuanbao and Cheng Junzhu had been inseparable since childhood, growing up together like bamboo horses. Now that they were old enough, it was time to discuss an engagement. Their families had agreed to arrange one after the imperial examinations, whether or not Junzhu passed and became a licentiate. But Junzhu passed the exam and got engaged to a young master from a wealthy merchant family instead. Yuanbao crouched beneath the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, his shoulders trembling slightly. A low voice came from behind him, stern but awkwardly comforting: “Don’t cry. I’ll beat him up for you.” Yuanbao stopped picking at a pomegranate and looked up. He was so frightened by the sight of the newcomer that he plopped down on the ground. The pomegranate rolled to a stop in front of a pair of black boots. Lu Huaiqian, a junior officer of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. He was infamous for his viciousness, and nobody dared cross him. He was also the terrifying scourge Yuanbao and Cheng Junzhu had feared since they were children. Yuanbao stammered, “Hello, Cousin Lu.” Lu Huaiqian frowned. “I’m Cheng Junzhu’s cousin.” Yuanbao ventured cautiously, “Hello, Officer Lu.” Lu Huaiqian frowned even more deeply. “I came to your house to ask for your hand in marriage. From now on, call me Dalaŋ.” What! He wanted to marry him? Yuanbao burst into tears on the spot. Later, his childhood friend was made to call him sister-in-law under his husband’s watchful eye. Yuanbao nodded, a little embarrassed. “All right, cousin.” Coming Soon: "Surviving with Doudou Through a Farming Management Game" The year Li Doudou turned three, his only remaining family member passed away, leaving him the sole child in the Li family. Every day, the little boy woke up crying, cried himself to sleep, and then one day, so hungry he could hardly stand it, went into the courtyard and grabbed a handful of dirt to put in his mouth. Then Li Doudou saw a miracle. A glowing thing appeared before his eyes, and a clear, gentle voice sounded beside his ear. [Farming Management Game launched. Hello, Li Doudou of Hexi Village. I am your game guardian, Song Qingyan.] From then on, little Doudou diligently completed the game’s daily tasks, always bearing the title [Player: Li Doudou of Hexi Village], invisible to outsiders. Completing the daily tasks earned him a fragrant, soft steamed bun every day, bigger than his own face. - [Congratulations, Player, you harvested bok choy] [Congratulations, Player, you harvested a wild duck egg] [Congratulations, Player, you harvested wild fruit] … With his game guardian beside him, Li Doudou carried a tiny shoulder pole with a little bamboo basket hanging from either end. He sold the goods he harvested in the game to earn money and experience points. After playing the game for ten years, Li Doudou emptied the gold ingots he had saved up over that decade to get himself an older brother. From then on, he had family again! - Song Qingyan died of illness at the age of thirteen. After his death, he was bound to a game called [Farming Management Game] and became the guardian of its youngest player. He never expected his first player to be a three-year-old child. Even less did he expect that ten years later, Li Doudou would be willing to empty his game savings to give him an identity and let him live in the real world. His life, frozen at thirteen, could finally move forward. Song Qingyan became Li Doudou’s distant cousin, and the two lived together in Hexi Village. Li Doudou still worked hard at his daily tasks, accumulating experience points. Song Qingyan, claiming to be a thirteen-year-old boy who had passed the first level of the imperial examinations, studied late into the night by lamplight. Later, he placed first in the imperial examinations, and Hexi Village gained a successful candidate who became a high-ranking official. The whole county celebrated. Matchmaker after matchmaker came, all hoping to find Li Doudou a spouse. If they couldn’t marry the successful candidate himself, marrying his younger brother would be just as good! Li Doudou hid until nightfall before returning home. Song Qingyan frowned and asked, “Where did you go? Why didn’t you tell me? I was worried about you.” By the candlelight, Li Doudou’s eyes were red. He looked up, his voice choked with tears. “Brother, could I put you back in the game and turn you into a woman? Then I could marry you.” Song Qingyan’s heart skipped a beat. “Do you want to marry me because you can’t bear for us to be apart, or because you like me?” Li Doudou couldn’t tell the difference. He just clutched Song Qingyan’s hand tightly and insisted on marrying his brother. Theme: Hope is just one step away.