Siheyuan: From the Start, I Pit the Courtyard Scoundrels Against Each Other and Win Big!

If you want to write, just write something special, something ruthless, something really submitted, something that will be litigated if you say it will be a lawsuit, and something that will be published in the newspaper (there will already be a newspaper at that time). I think the time-travelers in this courtyard are the time-travelers who embarrass the time-travelers. Eight out of ten books are about quarreling until the neck is red, punching, calling the police, and understanding. Can't it be settled once and for all? To accuse Mrs. Long and Yi Zhonghai of being feudal lords, obstructing justice, and shielding criminals, remember that they must be fast, accurate, and ruthless. They cannot let the enemy go frequently just for the sake of word count. In addition, the progress must be fast.

Do you still need to be respectful to a dead old woman?

Who cares about anything else? In that era when there was plenty to eat, there were no people in that village who starved to death. It was just that modern people were just looking at animals, and they were shameless if they could survive to eat.

Uncle Yi said, I have to serve first, so why worry about not being able to conquer the world? No, if I get the Rain Pillar, why worry about not being able to dominate the courtyard?

Just by looking at the introduction, you can tell that he is a jerk. Return food stamps and meat stamps. Fortunately, you can buy food stamps with money. Meat stamps give you 10,000 kilograms, but you may not be able to buy them even if you have money. Come and read with me, resources are scarce, so bills are issued to limit mass consumption. Instead of giving ten catties of tickets, it is better to directly give ten catties of materials. As for the source of the materials. . . Just eat it quietly by yourself. Besides, under rationing conditions, if you go out to buy food to eat, you will still be suspected. I remember reading the information before and after the three-year famine. Meat was measured in taels or kilograms per month. I couldn't imagine it. Leaders didn't dare to eat and drink openly. At most, they would work with each other in the canteens of various factories on the pretext of talking about cooperation.

No matter what age a person earns and spends alone, it will not be enough. Can the authors of Siheyuan novels use their brains to write?

Hey, the author is the stick stirring in shit.

Ding Qiunan has a father

Writing about the Siheyuan is all about the same routine. Every day, it's just those rubbish things, written around those few people. It doesn't make sense for everyone to write like this.

Sometimes he is a god, sometimes he is a ghost, and he just doesn't do good things.