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Books by 禾慧
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- I Transmigrated into a Book as Yiping, and I Won't Take the Whip, I'll Build a Career 穿书依萍不挨鞭子只搞事业 The heroine of this book is an unapologetic self-interest-first type and does not follow the original characterization. If this bothers you, read with caution. If you don't like it, please drop the book and don't leave a bad review. Writing is hard, so thank you for understanding. The male lead appears later. Smack! Smack! Two slaps landed hard across Fu Wenpei's face. "You wicked woman! You switched my biological daughter and let me raise yours, while my own flesh and blood had to live on scrap 100.3kReads/mo26Flowers0Tickets
- Blood Romance: After Being Reborn, I'm the World's Richest Man 血色浪漫：重生后我是世界首富 Zhong Yuemin was reborn, and he had a pocket dimension with him. Beijing, 1968. His father was inside, undergoing political study, while he was outside, running with the local hooligans. While others chewed on corn buns at the end of the month, he ate meat at every meal. While others wore out their legs trying to get ration coupons, he found his knack for trading goods. Zhou Xiaobai looked down on him. Qin Ling sang to him from across the Yellow River. Li Kuiyong called him Big Brother. Later, s 66.8kReads26Flowers0Tickets
- Siheyuan: This Cook Won't Be a Chump 四合院：这厨子不当冤大头 Winter, 1965. Courtyard No. 95, Nanluoguxiang. The day He Yuzhu opened his eyes, everyone in the courtyard knew he was a sucker. His monthly salary was 37.5 yuan, and every last cent went to feeding the Jia family next door. They raised three plump children while he ate cornmeal buns. He even pawned his padded trousers without realizing it. Whenever Qin Huairu called him "Zhuzi, your sister's having a hard time," he had to turn out his pockets and show her everything. He Yuzhu warmed his han 63.5kReads26Flowers0Tickets
- Siheyuan: Killing Japanese Invaders from the Start in 1944 四合院：1944开局杀鬼子 He transmigrated and became He Daqing, a cook in a Beijing courtyard home in 1944. From the start, his wife had just breathed her last, his two children were crying to be fed, and his pockets were emptier than his face was clean. Just as He Daqing was so worried he wanted to bang his head against a wall, the Enemy-Killing Reward System activated. Kill a Japanese soldier, get equipment. Slaughter a traitor, get silver dollars. In 1944, the Japanese were already living on borrowed time. But He Daq 0Reads0Flowers0Tickets
