Courtyard House: After disbanding the Elderly Care Gang, I went to the countryside to cultivate immo

In a parallel world, in the Dragon Kingdom, in the front courtyard of the east wing of the north room in Luogu Lane, south of Beijing, a partitioned room.

headache.

It felt like countless steel needles were piercing into my temples and stirring inside my skull.

Lin Shengli suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a dusty, gray roof beam covered with cobwebs. He was stunned for a full ten seconds before realizing that he was lying on a hard bed, covered with a patched quilt.

"Where...am I?"

Memories flooded back like a tide.

In 2026, he was a programmer at an internet company in Beijing, working overtime until 2 a.m., when suddenly everything went black...

In 1968, he was a sixteen-year-old boy living in a courtyard house in Nanluoguxiang, Beijing. His father had died in battle, and his mother had passed away early. This afternoon, he was cornered at the entrance of the alley by a group of people from the courtyard, and was hit on the back of the head with a stick...

Two memories collided and merged in my mind, like two torrents merging into one.

"I...time traveled?"

Lin Shengli struggled to sit up, a movement that made his vision go black again. He reached up to touch the back of his head, feeling rough gauze and a sticky sensation—the bleeding hadn't completely stopped.

Look around.

The room was small, about fifteen square meters, with blue brick flooring and whitewashed walls that had turned yellow. There was a wooden table, two chairs, a wardrobe with peeling paint, and an enamel basin on a wooden shelf. Above the table hung a framed photo with a black and white picture—a man in military uniform and a gentle woman, with a seven or eight-year-old boy standing between them.

Those were "his" parents.

Lin Jianguo, a security officer at the steel rolling mill, sacrificed his life in 1965 during an operation to capture enemy agents and was posthumously recognized as a martyr.

Su Xiulan, a textile factory worker, had been in poor health since giving birth to Yuan, and passed away from illness in 1960.

The original owner was also named Lin Shengli. After his parents died, he lived alone, relying on his father's pension and neighborhood subsidies to make a living. His personality gradually became somewhat timid.

However, the original owner of this body was doing quite well in his studies. Although he lost his parents' protection, he was already in his senior year of high school. However, due to the wind, the school was in chaos and no classes were being held. He applied to the school in advance for the graduation exam. The teachers nowadays couldn't wait for the students to leave school, so they approved it. After he received his high school diploma, he stayed in the courtyard every day until he turned 18 and then went to take over his father's job.

And this afternoon...

Lin Shengli's eyes turned cold.

Banggeng, also known as Jiageng, is Qin Huairu's son and a notorious thief in the courtyard.

Ever since Liu Guangfu and his brothers stripped him naked years ago, this kid has become even more outrageous. Every day, he gathers a few cronies and loiters around the streets. They are all sixteen or seventeen years old and have become accustomed to being lawless.

The original owner received the compensation from the neighborhood committee, which caught the attention of Bang Geng, who, along with several street thugs from the alley, ambushed him. When the original owner refused to pay, Bang Geng struck him on the back of the head with a stick, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

When the thugs saw Lin Shengli pass out, they panicked. Bang Geng led the way, looting all the money and bills from Lin Shengli's body before running away.

"So... the original body died, which is why I transmigrated here."

Lin Shengli propped himself up on the edge of the bed and walked unsteadily to the table. There was a small mirror on the table, which he picked up and looked at himself.

The face in the mirror was young, looking about sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features but a pale complexion, a bruise on his forehead, and a bandage wrapped around the back of his head. It was seven-tenths similar to his previous life, only younger and thinner.

"The wound needs to be treated first."

Lin Shengli searched the room and found half a bottle of iodine and a roll of clean gauze. He unwrapped the makeshift bandage on the back of his head—he didn't know who had done this simple treatment for him, as blood was still seeping out.

He endured the pain and re-disinfected and bandaged the wound. After doing all this, he was covered in a cold sweat.

My stomach started growling.

When I opened the rice container, there was only a thin layer of cornmeal left, enough to make at most a bowl of porridge. The grain cabinet was empty, with only a small half bag of salt.

"My pension was stolen, and I haven't even bought my monthly allowance yet."

Lin Shengli remembered that the original owner of this body had gone to collect his monthly allowance today—ten yuan, which was the pension he received after his father's sacrifice.

Now it's all gone.

Although he still has the pension and savings left by his father when he passed away, in this day and age, you need to be able to spend money.

Given the current situation, if the original owner of this body had such a cowardly nature, he would probably have had no choice but to accept defeat. But now that Lin Shengli has arrived, the world in this courtyard should change.

Thinking of this, Lin Shengli's eyes grew even colder.

Noise could be heard coming from outside the window.

Lin Shengli walked to the window. It was an old-fashioned wooden lattice window, and the glass was a little blurry because it was dirty. Lin Shengli looked out through the glass.

In the front yard, Yan Bugui no longer waters the flowers. Since the school became chaotic, he has basically kept a low profile every day.

Sha Zhu walked unsteadily through the hanging flower gate into the front yard, his hands behind his back.

He paused for a moment, then turned and walked to the door of the east wing. Without knocking, he pushed the door open and went to the north room where Lin Shengli was sleeping.

Sha Zhu lifted the curtain and saw Lin Shengli standing by the window in a daze. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "How are you, buddy? Feeling better now?"

The original owner of this body didn't have much of a relationship with Sha Zhu, and Lin Shengli in the later life didn't like Sha Zhu much either. This guy was reckless and didn't know his own limitations.

Lin Shengli didn't know why Sha Zhu had come to see him first, so he could only force a smile and say, "Thank you for your concern, Uncle He. I feel much better."

Sha Zhu patted Lin Shengli on the shoulder and said, "What's wrong with you, kid? I had some things to do when I came back this afternoon. As soon as I entered the alley, I found you lying on the ground with blood flowing from your head. There was no one around, so I carried you back and gave you a quick bandage. I even said I'd see if I could take you to the hospital after get off work."

Hearing Sha Zhu's words, Lin Shengli felt a warmth in his heart. It turned out that it was this Sha Zhu, whom he had looked down upon, who had brought him back.

Although Shazhu didn't know that the original owner had died long ago, it was a true life-saving grace for him.

Lin Shengli sighed inwardly. Sure enough, as the saying goes, "A good man protects three villages, and a good dog protects three neighbors."

No matter how many flaws Sha Zhu has, he was still quite kind to his neighbors in the original series.

"Thank you so much, Uncle He. I really don't know what would have happened if it weren't for you. I will definitely repay you when I get better."

Sha Zhu waved his hand: "Hey, what's there to repay? I can't just stand by and watch a little kid like you lying outside with a bloody head. We're from the same neighborhood, it's nothing."

After saying that, Sha Zhu took out the lunchboxes in his hand, put two on the table and said, "Xiao Lin, you're not in a good condition to cook today. I brought four lunchboxes to cook for the boss today. I'll give you two to have something to eat first."

Lin Shengli hurriedly waved his hand to refuse: "Uncle He, how can this be? You should take it back and eat it tonight. I can just make something simple here."

Sha Zhu frowned and said, "You child, why won't you listen to me? With your current physical condition, it's more important to heal your injuries first."

After saying that, Sha Zhu picked up the remaining two lunch boxes and left, leaving Lin Shengli no room to refuse.

Looking at the two lunchboxes on the table, Lin Shengli secretly decided that he would definitely repay He Yuzhu for saving his life and for providing him with a meal.

In the central courtyard, Qin Huairu was washing clothes by the pool, her waist swaying and her posture affected.

They saw Sha Zhu walk in through the passageway, carrying two lunchboxes.

Qin Huairu immediately spotted the lunchbox, smiled at Sha Zhu, and said softly, "Zhu Zi, you're back! How about cooking at the boss's house today?"

When Sha Zhu saw Qin Huairu's smiling face, he was stunned: "Oh, Sister Qin, you don't know me well enough, how could I possibly make a mistake when it comes to cooking?"

As he spoke, he waved the net bag in his hand: "Look, the boss told me to cook some dishes and packed them into four large lunchboxes. I gave two to Xiaolin in the front yard, and here are two more. You can take them home to give the kids an extra meal."

"Oh dear, Zhu Zi, I can't accept this..." Qin Huairu declined verbally, but her hand had already taken it.

"Why are you being so polite with me! Where's Bang Geng? Out playing again?" Sha Zhu looked around.

Ever since Bang-geng's pants were pulled down, he has stopped talking to Sha-zhu and eating anything Sha-zhu brings back. Sha-zhu still wants to reconcile with him so he can marry his mother sooner.

"Who knows where that child ran off to? He's never home." Qin Huairu sighed. "Zhuzi, why is my life so miserable? Dongxu died young, and my mother-in-law is like that, and I have three children..."

Again.

Lin Shengli pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, no longer listening to the commotion from the Intermediate People's Court.