
Siheyuan: Reborn in 1950, I Stockpile Ten Thousand Tons of Grain from the Start
四合院:重生50,开局囤粮万吨
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 574k Words
- Genre
- Fanfiction
- Subgenre
- Film & TV Fanfiction
- Updated
- 11mo ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
231Chapters
5.5MReads
2.4kFlowers
9.1Score
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Reader comments 21
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There were eight-level workers in 50 years, so there was a famine?
Why is the great famine coming? In 1950, there are still eight or nine years left before the great famine? What a** nonsense.
The more you write, the more nonsense you get. It's only been 50 years, so how come Mrs. Long has been a martyr for so many years? Returning the five-guarantee household. During the past 50 years, the government was still under military control and the street office had not yet been established. Where could she get the five-guarantee household?
Another mindless person
As soon as I saw the second chapter, the protagonist, as a time traveler, got the system, had space and practiced skills, and actually said "Can you change my destiny?", **Idiot, do you think the readers told you that you can't? **
You can write this nonsense. In 1950, just one year after the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was no public-private partnership in the steel rolling mill, and there was no comment on work levels. Where did the eighth-level fitters come from?
It's no brainer. The job-level assessment only started in ** year. Didn't you check the information when you were writing? Did you start collecting grain in 50 years? The total space is only a few acres of land. I have enough to eat, so why is there so much sense of urgency? After all, it is mana ripening, but what if you want to donate it to the country? Shouldn't we cultivate first and then plant?
Don't people nowadays have any concept of tens of thousands of tons of grain?
Stop writing now. There is no such thing as a great man in 50 years. Where are the eighth-level workers?
There is a pile of rice in space, and your mother is still acting like a retard even if she doesn't have enough to eat.