
1959: I Transmigrated to Nanluoguxiang with a Pocket Dimension
1959:穿越南锣鼓巷有空间
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 672k Words
- Genre
- Urban
- Subgenre
- Urban Farming
- Updated
- 4d ago
- Source
- Fanqie
Synopsis
Other names
- 1959:南锣鼓巷采购员Alternate title on Fanqie
- 1959:从码头扛包到全厂吃肉Alternate title on Fanqie
- Transmigrate to 1959: My Pocket Dimension Keeps Things Fresh穿越1959:我的空间能保鲜Alternate title on Fanqie
- Transmigrate to 1959: A Purchasing Agent at the Steel Mill穿越1959:我在轧钢厂当采购Alternate title on Fanqie
- 1959:南锣鼓巷有空间Alternate title on Fanqie
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Just as he was talking, the door curtain was opened, and my sister came back from work, holding half a cake wrapped in newspaper in her arms. "Is Xiangdong back?" My sister saw the cloth on his shoulders at a glance. She took a closer look and gasped, "Why is it so swollen?" "Sister, it's okay, it's just pressure." "It's okay." Sister put the cake on the table, turned around and dug out half a bottle of violet solution from the cabinet, "Mom, bring hot water, I'll wipe him." Dip the towel in hot water and apply it on it, Wang Xiangdong grinned. While applying violet liquid to him, my sister scolded him: "Dad broke his legs just by carrying the bag. You should be careful and rest when you can't carry it. Don't imitate Dad's stubbornness." "I know, sister." "What do you know? You just hum when I talk to you." My sister threw the towel into the basin, her eyes red, "You are the only breadwinner in our family. If you continue to have trouble, how will your parents live?" Wang Xiangdong's nose felt sore and he grinned: "Sister, I cherish my life. I'm still waiting for you to tell me about my sister-in-law." "Bah, it's not formal." Sister burst into tears and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, "I've eaten the pancake. It's steamed in the street canteen and it's still warm." Is my sister's name just sister???
I feel like I'm living undercover these days.
It's really poorly written.
It's a bit verbose and the space setting is not good.
You are always on the sidelines, you are really not afraid of death! Just tell your family what happened to the exchange with your friends. Don't bring too much. If you bring some for a few days, will you die? Go, go, go, go.
I really can't read the book after reading the comments. . . I think it's well written. .
Good, good, good, that's good
AI text, long-winded
Good
There is ten meters of space that can be folded and folded. I went to move bags. Why don't I collect a few bags of rice? I only collected 15 kilograms in one day. It's so honest to have space.