Siheyuan: Taking Life as It Comes

It's pretty good. This author knows that you can't bully the families of martyrs. There's a bunch of people who eat the "all-powerful pardon" letters from the families of martyrs and get away with nothing. The cheat code is legendary, but not too much. Selling things on the black market might have some loose ends that need to be dealt with. That seems about it.

This book is really interesting! First, it catches the retirement group off guard by having He Yuzhu get married. Then, it sends Xu Damao to the hospital for a checkup, which is another blow. Now the Jia and Yi families can no longer control the courtyard house! 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭😄😄😄😄😄

Don't overthink novels; as long as the plot is reasonably plausible, that's fine. Otherwise, if the transmigrated protagonist isn't powerful, where will the "power fantasy" stories come from? 🤭 As long as the protagonist manages to deal with the beasts, it's a good courtyard house. Keep it up!

It was a good book, not too hot, and I enjoyed reading it.

Yes, the plot is good, keep up the good work.

It's well-written, especially the part about the system being exposed, which is very interesting. Many people say that human nature is unpredictable, but at that time the protagonist was already invincible. I don't think it's unacceptable for him to do things that make people feel resentful in that era. The protagonist can already break through all laws with his own strength, so he is not afraid of being scheming and can also help those disaster victims, which is quite good.

Not bad, it lets Sha Zhu get married early, cutting off the retirement fanatic's escape route. Hunting in courtyard novels has become a new trend, but using four courtyards as a base, within the outline of old Beijing, where to hunt? How far?

Even the donkeys in the production team aren't as lazy as you! Author, hurry up and update! 😏

I searched the world, the cold wind blowing for miles, but you were nowhere to be found. My longing turned into rain, soaking my eyes. I lit a lamp to welcome you home; I will spend the rest of my life waiting for you, alone with my already broken heart. I searched the world, the long night stretching on, but you were nowhere to be found. How can this illness of memories be cured?

It's pretty good; it's simple and ordinary, but you won't be bullied.