Yang Aiguo walked into Qinman Courtyard from his mother's womb and got engaged to Qin Huairu, but was cut off by Jia Dongxu with a sewing machine. On the day when my mother died of anger, he awakened the random cloak hammering technique, practiced hard behind closed doors for several years, and became the youngest sixth-level blacksmith in the factory, with a monthly salary of seventy-two and three yuan. Carrying three rabbits back to the hospital, Yan Bugui greeted them with a smiling face. He didn't even raise his eyelids - Jia Dongxu was almost paralyzed, and the good days of the Jia family were over.
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Good novel, worth reading
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If a modern person did modern things in that era, it wouldn't be awkward for you to write it, but it would also be awkward for us to look at it! No wonder so few people watch it
In reality, the author must be the Holy Mother of Holy Mothers.
La la la la la la
Good novel, worth reading
Pure AI text,,
Madonna? ? ? ? ? ? ?
If a modern person did modern things in that era, it wouldn't be awkward for you to write it, but it would also be awkward for us to look at it! No wonder so few people watch it
In reality, the author must be the Holy Mother of Holy Mothers.