Siheyuan: With the system in hand, the world is mine

Sijiucheng, a city full of mystery and history;

Military compound.

"Brother...Brother...wake up, I'm hungry..."

Wang Haoran felt his body being shaken violently while he was dazed. He tried to open his heavy eyelids, but the scene in front of him shocked him - a strange little girl was standing by the bed, looking at him with tears on her face.

Wang Haoran sat up suddenly, his head still a little dizzy. He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar room with very simple furnishings. "Who are you? Am I not working overtime? Where is this place?" He widened his eyes, with a hint of fear and confusion in his voice.

The little girl was obviously frightened by Wang Haoran's sudden action, and she cried even harder: "Brother, Xiaoya is not hungry anymore, please don't scare Xiaoya, okay?" Tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.

Looking at the little girl in front of him who was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, Wang Haoran felt as if his heart was being tugged at by something, causing waves of pain.

He subconsciously stretched out his arms, hugged the little girl tightly in his arms, and gently wiped away the crystal tears on her cheeks with his hands, and comforted her softly: "Sister, don't cry, brother will make you a lot of delicious food later!"

As Wang Haoran spoke, he looked down at the extremely familiar little face in his arms, and bits and pieces of the past began to flash through his mind.

Wang Haoran, who originally lived in modern society, has always lived a very hard life - for a meager salary of just a few thousand yuan.

He had to endure the inhumane exploitation and oppression of his boss. Not only could he not even find time to sit down and have a good meal, he could only rely on instant noodles for three meals a day.

Moreover, they have to work hard day and night, and work overtime until midnight... Over time, the body is finally overwhelmed and dies suddenly due to long-term severe lack of nutrition and excessive fatigue.

I just happened to travel through time to this body because my parents were betrayed by a traitor and died heroically while on a mission a few days ago.

Today, the tragic news came. Under the double pressure of dark life and the grief of losing his parents, he could not withstand the blow and died, leaving behind a little girl of two or three years old - Wang Xinya.

Wang Haoran just happened to merge into this body. He had the same name as his original body, so he didn't need to change his name, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"Brother, don't worry. Since I have accepted your body, I will take good care of your sister." Before Wang Haoran finished speaking, he felt his body relax. He heard his stomach growling... gurgling... gurgling... and a feeling of hunger came over him.

Wang Haoran then remembered that when he heard the bad news today, he was in a depressed mood. He didn't cook any meals, and didn't care about his sister. He just fell on the bed and died in a daze.

Then Wang Haoran put his sister on the bed and said, "Sister, play by yourself for a while. I will go and make you some food."

"Okay, brother, Xiaoya is very good." Yaer answered seriously, and then sat there quietly, without making any noise. Looking at his sister's well-behaved appearance, Wang Haoran's eyes were full of doting. He held his sister's little face and kissed her twice, then got dressed and got out of bed.

Looking at the extremely simple decoration of the house, Wang Haoran couldn't help but feel a strong shock and endless sadness in his heart. He murmured to himself in disbelief: "This is too poor! There are only some shabby furniture."

Logically speaking, since both of my parents have jobs, they shouldn't be so poor with two salaries. The strange thing is that my parents are full of compassion and always donate most of their salaries, leaving the house in tatters. "

Thinking of this, Wang Haoran thought of the huge sum of more than 100,000 yuan that he had saved in his bank card by living frugally, but the boss passed away unexpectedly before he could enjoy it. Wang Haoran's heart was filled with rage towards that damn capitalist boss.

If it wasn't for the sudden death caused by excessive work pressure, how could he have passed away at such a young age? The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and his eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

However, when the kind faces of his parents appeared in his mind, Wang Haoran's mood suddenly became heavy.

They had worked so hard to raise him, but he had not been able to show his filial piety to them, and he had not even been able to see them for the last time. When he thought of this, his face was filled with deep guilt.

"Dad, Mom, I am such an unfilial son! I made you endure the pain of losing your loved ones... If there is an afterlife, I would work like a slave to repay your kindness in raising me!" Wang Haoran blamed himself with tears in his voice, as if he wanted to pour out all his regrets and apologies.

At this moment, he wished that time could go back so that he could return to his parents and spend every beautiful day with them.

After a shock cry, Wang Haoran had to face this difficult reality. Going back should be impossible. The next step is to plan his future life. Now it’s just him and his sister. There is no source of income. If he doesn’t find a job, he might starve to death one day.

After calming down, Wang Haoran walked towards the kitchen following the memory of his previous life. He tossed and turned for a while, looking at the only corn flour in his hand.

Wang Haoran was extremely depressed. A good cook cannot cook without rice. So he just had a simple meal. According to the memory of his original body, I should have arrived in the 1955s, to be specific, .

In this era, the eight iron rice bowls - driver, bus conductor, supply and marketing cooperative employee, grain station employee, film projectionist, announcer, telecommunications bureau installer and steel mill employee - can be said to be the dream jobs for everyone.

However, it is not easy to get such a job. Usually, these jobs are either inherited by family members, or reserved for elites with high academic qualifications, or only given special care by the state if one's parents sacrificed their lives for the country and became a martyr.

As long as you have any of these jobs, you are a winner in life, and others can only envy you. Even matchmakers will come to you, vying to marry their daughters to you.

Thinking of this, Wang Haoran couldn't help but feel overjoyed. After all, he had been single for a long time. If he could really find a beautiful wife, that would be a great thing! Who cares? He would go to collect the pension tomorrow.

Logically speaking, as a technical secondary school graduate, the original owner should have obtained a job introduction letter.

With great excitement and anticipation, Wang Haoran poured the corn flour into a large basin with quick movements, and then scooped up a full spoonful of water and poured it into it.

Before long, several steaming steamed buns appeared in front of him. He carefully placed them on the dining table and fished out some pickled mustard tubers from the jar beside them.

After everything was ready, Wang Haoran opened his voice and shouted towards the bedroom: "Ya'er, come and eat!"

"Come here, brother!" Before she finished speaking, a petite figure rushed out of the room like an arrow. Wang Xinya saw the steamed bread on the table at a glance, and stretched out her little hand to grab it.

Wang Haoran, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, quickly grabbed his sister's chubby and tender little hand and said softly, "Yaer, be good, we must wash our hands before we eat, otherwise we will get sick." After that, he took his sister's hand and walked towards the bathroom.

After hearing her brother's words, the young Wang Xinya nodded as if she understood, but her eyes never left the tempting food. Her little mouth smacked from time to time, and her crystal clear saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth.

Seeing this scene, Wang Haoran couldn't help but laugh.

He quickly washed his sister's hands, then picked up a steamed bun from the table and handed it to her. Wang Xinya then began to chew on the bun slowly, looking like she was enjoying it.

Seeing his sister's satisfied expression, Wang Haoran also picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. Although he had prepared himself mentally, the steamed bun was still hard to swallow.

So he quickly picked up the water cup beside him, took a big gulp of water, and then he was able to swallow the steamed corn bread with difficulty.

After a lot of trouble, Wang Haoran finally burped contentedly. At this moment, he just wanted to climb into bed and have a good sleep. After all, in this era, televisions did not even appear, let alone other entertainment activities.

Every night, people usually go to bed early after dinner, unlike today when there are so many ways to entertain themselves - watching Douyin, watching movies, square dancing or hanging out in Internet cafes... The nightlife is so rich and colorful that staying up late is commonplace.

Just as Wang Haoran turned and walked towards the bedroom, he suddenly felt something pulling at his trouser leg.

He lowered his head and took a closer look. It turned out that his sister was looking up at him with pitiful eyes. She said timidly, "Brother, can I sleep with you? I'm a little scared..."

Perhaps it was because the little girl was frightened by what happened during the day. Looking at her pitiful appearance, Wang Haoran really couldn't bear to refuse her request.

So he gently stretched out his arms, carefully picked up the soft and cute little guy, and slowly walked towards the room.

After entering the room, Wang Haoran gently put his sister on the bed, then pulled over a quilt and carefully covered her with it.

After doing all this, he climbed onto the bed and lay down comfortably, with his hands behind his head. He stared straight at the ceiling, his lips moved slightly, and he whispered softly, "Is the system here? Is the system master here? Open sesame..."

Wang Haoran called the system over and over again, but never got any response.

Gradually, his voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into a long sigh: "Alas! Others who traveled through time all had all kinds of powerful golden fingers, or enjoyed wealth and glory, but what about me? How come I am left with only a sister!"

After saying that, he shook his head helplessly, with a bitter smile on his face.

At this moment, a clear reminder sound suddenly came - "Ding..."