Siheyuan, my new life

When Guo Yongping pushed his bicycle out of the east wing, there were already several teenagers playing and frolicking in the cold courtyard. From the children's words, he realized that the school's winter vacation had officially started today.

After locking the door, Guo Yongping pushed his bicycle slowly toward the courtyard gate. He couldn't help but glance at the west wing across the street. In the original story, Yan Bugui, the abacus genius, should be standing guard at the gate. Now that the school is on winter break, surely Yan the stingy wouldn't be out fishing in the freezing cold early in the morning?

To be honest, Guo Yongping only saw the He family father and son from the original plot and the first-blood expert Xu Damao yesterday evening, but he didn't see the moral saint Yi Zhonghai, the good-for-nothing official Liu Haizhong, and the scheming Yan Bugui. He was a little disappointed, because he had already thought of several contingency plans to deal with the various schemes of the beasts.

Unfortunately, he waited until almost 9:30 last night, but the three stewards didn't come to lecture him. Guo Yongping's frustration was palpable. Having undergone the initial genetic modification, he was confident he could easily defeat the bastards in the courtyard. He was already planning to take this opportunity to teach them a lesson. It's said that a sharp weapon breeds murderous intent. Although constrained by current laws and regulations, he dared not act recklessly without a legitimate reason. However, once he caught them red-handed, he wouldn't let them off easily. He was about to deliver a punch... Open the door, lest you get punched a hundred times. Anyway, I just moved into this courtyard house. As long as I have a good reason, it'll be that the old residents are ganging up on the newcomer. I might even be able to accuse them of taking advantage of someone who has no family to support me. If things get out of hand, I'm sure my uncle Dou Dagang's old comrades and leaders won't stand idly by. If any one of them says a word, these beasts will be in deep trouble. After all, it's human nature. How could a young man who just moved from his rural hometown in Henan Province to Beijing possibly break ties and fight with the old residents unless he was pushed to the limit?

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Guo Yongping didn't see any of the beasts at the door until he went to sleep, which made him wonder if he had actually transmigrated into the real "Full House of Love".

Lost in thought, Guo Yongping pushed his bicycle out of the gate of courtyard house number 95. It was the start of the workday for various companies, and many workers wearing blue work uniforms and cotton overcoats were gathered in twos and threes on the street, smoking and chatting as they hurried toward their workplaces. Every now and then, people on bicycles would pass by quickly, ringing their bells, drawing envious glances from passersby.

As Guo Yongping rode his bicycle past the crowd, Hao Aiguo, who was on his way to work with several neighbors who also worked at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, stared intently at the young man who had just passed by. Hao Aiguo had already noticed when Guo Yongping pushed his bicycle out of the courtyard gate that among the residents of courtyard number 95, only He Daqing and his son and Xu Fugui and his father could ride bicycles to work. This unfamiliar young man must be the new resident his wife had mentioned last night.

What surprised Hao Aiguo was that the young man was wearing a brand-new blue Zhongshan suit and a pair of shiny black leather boots. He was no longer a poor boy who had just come to the city from the countryside. He looked no different from the cadres in the factory.

In a flash, Hao Aiguo realized that the young man's clothes were obviously provided by his elders. Otherwise, as a countryman who had just come to the city, even if he had cloth coupons and shoe coupons, he would not have been able to come up with such a decent outfit in a short time.

Guo Yongping was completely oblivious to the complex gazes of some people behind him. At this moment, he was leisurely pedaling his bicycle, his eyes curiously sweeping over the three imposing courtyard houses in a row next to the street. Yesterday, Fang, the clerk from the housing management department of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, had mentioned to him that Lin Yu, the current special advisor to the government, deputy secretary and deputy director of the Beijing Municipal Bureau, and secretary of the security department of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, and his family lived in the central courtyard house, the one with the blue and white sign at the entrance that read "No. 98 Nanluoguxiang". As for the adjacent No. 96 and No. 100 courtyard houses, they were inhabited by the guards and staff of that high-ranking leader.

The three courtyards in front of us are all typical traditional courtyard houses in old Beijing with blue bricks and gray tiles. The bright red gates located in the southeast position are still spotless even though they are frequently subjected to sandstorms. The six or seven-meter-wide open space from the courtyard wall to the street is paved with neat blue stone slabs, obviously used as a small parking lot. At this moment, six identical Willys Jeeps are parked here.

Although he was filled with doubts, Guo Yongping did not linger there. He rode his bicycle slowly into the distance.

What Guo Yongping didn't know was that shortly after he left, Lin Yu and his group walked out of the gate of courtyard house number 98. Then, three jeeps sped off towards the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. Zhou Hong, driving one of the jeeps, whispered, "Master, that young man who rode his bicycle across the street just now was Guo Yongping. He's now the nephew of Dou Dagang, the head of the archives department at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. Head Dou's old injury relapsed, and he died at Xiehe Hospital. Before his death, he left a will, leaving all his estate to his hometown in Henan Province." My nephew Guo Yongping from the countryside just completed his onboarding procedures at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill yesterday. Dou Dagang had already prepared an administrative position for him, and Guo Yongping chose to work as a purchasing clerk in the purchasing department. As of yesterday, within the Beijing area alone, twelve people have been resurrected through various means. According to my elder brother, similar cases have occurred globally in the past week, especially in industrialized countries like the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany, and Russia, with an average of at least twenty or thirty people per country.

Sitting in the back seat, Lin Yu frowned slightly: "These people seem to be in a similar situation to when I first transmigrated to this world. Rather than calling them reincarnations, it would be more accurate to call them transmigrators."

Zhou Hong grinned somewhat awkwardly: "Big Brother has already had several guardians closely monitor every transmigrator. From the observations we've made so far, these people are all trying to integrate into the surrounding society and haven't done anything too outrageous yet."