Siheyuan: I really just want to be a salted fish

It was cold!

Li Weidong instinctively reached out his hand to the side.

Flat?

A jolt jolted him awake from his dream.

Cold wind was constantly seeping in through the dilapidated windows. In the cramped bedroom, the walls were covered with old newspapers. With the help of the light from the early morning outside, one could vaguely make out the title: He tightened his belt and strode forward.

In that era where resources were scarce, how could one live without worry? Li Weidong opened his eyes. He started from an idle fish, watching the sea flow, watching the flowers bloom in front of the courtyard, and savoring the amorous feelings here.