Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

"Raising the red dress, a foot of regret is hastily cut—"

Cut off my beloved, yet he doesn't return; I feign a happy face.

The clapper and red sandalwood spoke so lightly, it was truly hard to guess.

Playing this song in an empty village house on a mountain in the dead of night, tell me how indecent it is! It almost scared those old guys to death on the spot!

Especially when the suona horn sounds, everyone scrambles and tumbles to get out!

An old man fainted on the spot and was dragged out by his heels!

It seems that no one will be causing trouble at my private village house for the foreseeable future.

Zhang Dabiao then turned off the stereo, satisfied, and closed the window opposite as well.

Next time you come, I'll fucking project a horror movie for you guys!

I'll scare you to death!

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After locking the windows, Zhang Dabiao went back to the stable in the courtyard to sleep.

I didn't wake up suddenly until it was time to go to school the next morning—

Fortunately, in the house in Hong Kong, I got back to my "little nest" by climbing through the window, and then I got back to the courtyard house through the "little nest".

If you hear someone outside and get nervous, you might "flash" back to your "nest." According to the rules, you'll return to the same spot when you come out.

If you look out through the electronic peephole at the gate, you'll see the spot where you just appeared.

He only "appeared" in Hong Kong; he can't go back to the courtyard house! He's still in Hong Kong!

That's it, we're doomed!

Everyone else is fleeing to Hong Kong, but I'm trying to smuggle myself back to the mainland from Hong Kong! I'll have to find a way back to Beijing from Bao'an, and I might not even be able to explain where I've been all this time. The people in the courtyard must have called the police.

That would be the end of us!

Zhang Dabiao broke out in a cold sweat – in Hong Kong, unless your life is in danger, you should never use "Flash"!

Qin Jingru had already prepared breakfast and came over to call Zhang Dabiao to eat together before heading off to school.

Zhang Dabiao quickly washed his face, ate his breakfast, and pondered various perplexing questions.

When I first transmigrated, the only functions left behind by the system after it ran away (humanitarian protection for transmigrators) were as follows:

Entry and exit methods, welfare compensation, era restrictions, security patches, physical enhancement.

However, after such a long period of exploration (exploiting system vulnerabilities), Zhang Dabiao summarized the following points:

The first fundamental rule: "Your own house";

Rule #2 – “Flash”: Reappear in the same spot where you came from.

Rule 3 at the bottom – “Refresh” – can be seen as a time lock – once the time is up, it restores to the initial state, just like restoring a computer from a GHOST backup. All damaged items will be restored to their original state after 12 o'clock; supplies taken out of the “nest” and then taken back are like “crossing-the-bridge noodles” – they will not be refreshed again; items brought in from the outside are not considered original data and will not be refreshed; moving items within the “nest” does not constitute destruction.

The village houses in Agongyan Village, Hong Kong, have a 999-year red title, which is basically equivalent to freehold ownership. This means that the houses are recognized by the rules as completely belonging to the owner, so they can be combined with a "small nest".

The side rooms and stables of a traditional courtyard house, including the wing rooms before the relocation, are not considered "completely one's own" due to the fact that land in my country is state-owned. If there's a policy change, it's uncertain whether the house will still be one's own. Therefore, the underlying rules don't recognize it as "completely one's own house." What if it's demolished? The house can't be taken with it; it can only be demolished.

The 82-square-meter apartment in later generations wasn't "entirely his own house." It was a commercial apartment on public land, with a bank loan, and it was just one unit among many. Because he insisted on owning this apartment, the system crashed and was unbound. The "apartment" was a bug, and also the foundation upon which Zhang Dabiao made his living.

Therefore, "own house" is the underlying rule—it refers to a private house that belongs entirely to oneself, not a room on a floor of a building, nor is it the kind of house that can be taken back or kicked out at any time due to a change in policy.

Furthermore, the second underlying rule cannot be exploited.

The village houses in Hong Kong are houses that belong entirely to the owners and form a fixed spatial anchor.

Zhang Dabiao tried it, and although the pieces were pieced together, he could only teleport to the 82-square-meter "small nest". If he wanted to go to Xiangjiang Village House, he had to transfer through the "small nest".

This was a real problem for Zhang Dabiao. If something happened in Hong Kong and he suddenly found himself back in his "little nest," he would have to make a long journey north to smuggle himself to the mainland and then return to Beijing—wasn't that a huge hassle?

There is no private land on the mainland, which means it is impossible to fix a spatial anchor point.

This means that the bugged ability of Flash has been halved.

In countries where land is nationalized, it's as if they can't establish an anchor point.

While eating a flatbread and walking to school with Qin Jingru, Zhang Dabiao complained that he shouldn't have drunk so much back then, and why it was so hard to have a house that was completely his own.

It would be great to have a motorhome. A motorhome is a kind of house, right? You can drive it wherever you want, and it doesn't involve any land...

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Zhang Dabiao's mind—

Yes!

RVs are completely private property. They don't become public property just because the policy changes. They are like a house, but you can drive them around. They don't need land!

What about prefabricated houses?

The kind used by sanitation workers and construction workers, and the testing huts used for nucleic acid testing during the pandemic—they can be towed away in a trailer! Portable toilets too.

There is neither a term of use nor a term of land use.

And those container houses, houses converted from cement pipes.

They won't let me rent or park here, but I can just move to another place! I can move!

I said the house is my own, completely mine—is that right?

So, does a camping tent count?

Forget it, even I wouldn't believe that thing is a house. It should at least look like a yurt to qualify as a house, right?

The most crucial issue with the courtyard house was that after it was built on state-owned land, Zhang Dabiao couldn't move it. It was a house with a foundation already laid, so how could he move it? Therefore, it was deemed not entirely his own property.

So I want to build a small wooden house without a foundation?

It's the kind of thing that can be transported away by truck at any time, just like a prefabricated house.

Even if the government wants to reclaim the land and demolish it, there's nothing wrong with claiming that the shack is entirely his, right? I can move it! I can dismantle it into strips and pack it up and move it!

Wouldn't this be considered exploiting a loophole in the underlying rules to create a new fixed anchor point without any land?

Zhang Dabiao suddenly burst into a silly grin—[Why not give it a try? It won't cost much anyway!]

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After school at noon, Zhang Dabiao went straight to the neighborhood office, found Master Lei, and showed him the design drawings he had made during class that morning.

"Master Lei! Could you build me a little log cabin?"

"What the heck?"