Siheyuan: The Front Courtyard's Toughest Guy, Sharpening Knives Every Day!

What the hell are you writing about? In the 1950s, it cost ten yuan a month to rent a house.

Not good-looking [shocked] [shocked]

This chronology is written without any understanding of that era. When writing about a courtyard house, except for the names of the people, everything else is completely different (the professions, thoughts, etc. Of the people in it). I don't understand social cognition either. I still make money by writing about antiques. In those days, ordinary antiques were not valuable (and they are still the same now) unless they are very famous ones. For example, if the bowl you eat at home was made in the Ming Dynasty, you can't sell it for much money. The antiques you think are valuable were created by those who hyped them up twenty or thirty years ago.

Whose problem is it to use modern environments, behaviors, and values ​​to write chronicles?

It feels like the listening and persuading system in another Siheyuan novel

The beast slashed the protagonist with a knife, and the protagonist held a 95 submachine gun and burst into flames. In the finale, the protagonist ascends.