Siheyuan: I Fused with a Super Secret Realm, and the Whole Courtyard Went to Prison

If you live in a courtyard, you don't have to be the security section chief. Even if you live in a marshal and general, you will be plotted by several uncles and residents. If you don't send hundreds of thousands of troops to protect you, who would dare to live in a courtyard with love?

What is this written about? Which ordinary people in the 1950s and 1960s would talk like this? The writing is neither clear nor clear, and it seems extremely awkward to read. Can't it be normal? It seems that the writing is good or something, just read a few chapters.

It looks a little tiring. The only punctuation mark is a comma, but no other punctuation marks?

Forget it, writing chronological articles is not a minor problem.

If someone robs you at home, just beat them up and call the police and then retaliate. The effort you gave me seems to be of no use. What will happen if you beat them all and cripple them?

I didn't even check the policies and regulations of the ** era at least, so I just wrote them blindly.

Is there a possibility that the drama "Siheyuan" is just too real? Because in that era, it was understandable that neighbors would have some little plans with each other. Firstly, there was no entertainment to pass the time. Secondly, people in that era were really hard-working. Of course, this premise is that there can't be time travellers, and there can't be animal authors to write Siheyuan novels. I have seen so many Siheyuan novels. Everyone knows that as soon as the time traveler arrives, he will be the villain of the whole courtyard, and only the protagonist or the one recognized by the protagonist is the righteous party, so everyone should stop talking about the beasts in the courtyard from now on. The real beast is the author, followed by the protagonist in the author's works, because when the protagonist arrives, the courtyard will definitely be in chaos, so let us curse this **** author as much as we want.

It's been 24 years, why are there still people writing these books that change the soup without changing the medicine? They are all the same old routines with no new ideas. The villains are clever, they are pulled back and forth over and over again, and the word count is low.

What the hell, after reading a few chapters, I feel like my imagination is running wild, and I can't even tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

There is no way around the courtyard, it's all written down