Courtyard House: Home Alone

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[This is a fictional story! The protagonist is seven years old and his hatred for the Japanese invaders is innate, so he will show no mercy in killing them. However, he is not a serial killer, so he is relatively tolerant of those around him. But tolerance is not the same as being a saint; he will act when necessary. Therefore, please, if you like stories about serial killers, please look elsewhere, because the author really cannot write such a novel, because after writing a few chapters, there would be very few people left in Beiping. If you feel it's readable, please give me some encouragement for more updates. Please understand that writing is not easy. Bowing deeply!!!]

Lin Yifan felt a bone-chilling cold. Why was it so cold? Was the air conditioning set too low? He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dimly lit room.

Wait a minute! Where am I? Lin Yifan realized that although the room was quite tidy, it was obviously an old house. Where did these guys put me? There's no air conditioning, so why is it so cold?

While he was in a daze, suddenly, his mind jolted, and a short memory flooded into his head.

"Damn it, did I transmigrate?" I was drinking with a bunch of unfamiliar angry young friends, celebrating beating up four Japanese soldiers who were harassing the waiters at a bar, and suddenly I transmigrated.

What about his own villa? What about his million-dollar savings? He also felt a pang of sympathy for the group of angry young men he'd been drinking with. "Heh," Lin Yifan thought, "I'm the apple of my grandparents' eye. In that world, you can enjoy their love."

After merging with the original owner's memories, Lin Yifan realized that he had transmigrated into the body of a child with the same name in Beiping City in the early 40s. This child was also named Lin Yifan and was only 7 years old.

Lin Yifan's father, Lin Qiqing, is a professor at the private Peking Union Medical College, and his mother works at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. His parents haven't come home since the day before yesterday. When he got off work yesterday, he still hadn't seen his parents, so he couldn't stay still and went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital alone.

But after asking all of my mother's colleagues, I only got one answer: the day before yesterday afternoon, my father also came to the hospital, and then the two of them left in a hurry.

Where did his parents go? Did they abandon him? Lin Yifan returned home lost in thought, and lay on the bed in a daze, not even eating the dinner that his neighbor, Grandma Long, had her maid, Xiao Lan, bring him.

At the time, Xiao Lan didn't pay much attention to his situation. She put down his dinner, added some coal for him, and left. Just like that, the next morning, Lin Yifan, a modern-day angry young man who had drunk too much, transmigrated into the body. Damn it, he transmigrated, but why did he end up as a little kid? It's so inconvenient for a little kid to do anything!

He shivered as he got out of bed. His top priority now was to light the stove. It was so cold in Beiping that he didn't want to become the first person to freeze to death after time-traveling. That would be incredibly embarrassing.

According to the original owner's memory, today is January 16th of the 40th year, which happens to be the Laba Festival. The weather outside is very cold, and there should be sparse snowflakes falling in the yard, right?

Lin Yifan wrapped his fairly decent cotton-padded jacket tighter around himself. Underneath the jacket were a sweater knitted by his mother and a thin shirt, which were hardly enough to keep him warm.

He stamped his numb little feet and walked to the dusty coal stove in the corner of the room.

This furnace is the oldest kind of cast iron furnace. The coal in the furnace chamber has long since burned out, leaving only a little bit of black residue.

The original owner had never lit a stove before. In the original owner's memory, there were specific procedures for lighting a stove. First, the ashes in the hearth had to be emptied, then kindling was added, along with coal.

But where was the firewood? And where was the coal? Lin Yifan wandered around the small outer room.

This is a typical northern courtyard house layout. Their family lived in two main rooms in the backyard, with a small partitioned room. One of the main rooms was the parents' room, and the partitioned room was where the original owner slept.

The outer room is the stove and dining area, with some miscellaneous items piled up in the corner.

Based on the original owner's memories, he knew that the coal and firewood were in the small shed in the southwest corner of the yard.

But could his small frame lift coal? Besides, it was so cold outside, he really didn't want to go out. But thinking of the biting cold, he gritted his teeth.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a gust of cold wind mixed with fine snowflakes immediately rushed in, making Lin Yifan shiver.

Sure enough, a thin layer of snow covered the courtyard, making the brick floor exceptionally slippery. He hunched his shoulders and hurried toward the small shed in the southwest corner.

The door to the small shed was nailed together with a few planks of wood and was slightly ajar. Lin Yifan pulled the door open forcefully, and a smell of coal smoke mixed with wood wafted out.

The room was dimly lit. He groped around and found a small pile of firewood in the corner, next to which was a half-full coal basket filled with black coal briquettes.

"Great!" Lin Yifan was overjoyed. He quickly picked up a few thinner pieces of firewood, and with some effort, scooped up a few coal balls from the coal basket. He then staggered back home.

The snowflakes stung his face like tiny needles. Back inside, he quickly closed the door, only then feeling a little warmer.

Following the steps he remembered, he first cleaned the stove thoroughly, then carefully put the firewood into the stove, and then found some scrap paper to start a fire.

However, after striking several matches, either the wind blew them out as soon as they were lit, or the paper burned too quickly and the firewood couldn't be lit at all.

"Damn it!" Lin Yifan cursed under his breath, his little hands were red from the cold, and he even had trouble striking a match.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, then tore off a small piece of scrap paper, rolled it into a small tube, struck the match again, and with a "hiss," a small flame ignited.

Lin Yifan was overjoyed. He quickly lit the paper tube, then stuffed the burning paper tube into the coal stove's firebox, and then arranged the thin firewood on top.

The flames slowly licked the firewood, making soft crackling sounds. He then placed two smaller briquettes on top, covered the stove with the lid, leaving only a small vent.

After doing all this, Lin Yifan finally let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a slight warmth return to his body. He moved a small stool, sat down next to the stove, and stretched out his small, red hands to warm them by the fire.

As he watched the red light gradually rise in the furnace, his thoughts drifted away again. His predecessor came from a well-off family and had practiced martial arts and Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) since childhood. Although he didn't like tomatoes, he read tomato-themed novels every day, especially time-travel novels with an anti-Japanese war theme, often fantasizing about traveling back in time to slaughter Japanese soldiers.

However, there aren't many novels like this. Before I transmigrated, Tomato was full of novels about courtyard houses. Looking at those beasts in the courtyard, I even smashed two computers.

Wait! A courtyard house? ...A courtyard house! Lin Yifan jumped up from his chair. Wasn't he living in the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang?

Isn't Grandma Long next door the same old deaf-and-eared old lady? Her maid, Xiao Lan, is Li Cuilan, Yi Zhonghai's wife. The original owner of this body, Uncle Yi, is none other than Yi Zhonghai, the Moral Celestial Venerable.

There's also Xu Fugui in the next wing, He Daqing in the main house of the central courtyard, and Jia Gui in the west wing of the central courtyard. This fulfills two of my wishes at once!

Lin Yifan excitedly spun around in the room. It was 40, the time when the Japanese invaders were running rampant on Chinese soil. According to his temperament and nature, now was the perfect time to cause trouble for the Japanese.

The original owner is only seven years old. Although his family is well-off and he is strong, he is still a child. What can he use to torture the Japanese and suppress the beasts in the yard?