Siheyuan Stories with a Pocket Dimension or Blessed Grotto-Heaven and Plenty of Resources

104 四 Siheyuan: Head of Security at Twenty-Two No Cilantro, Please1.1M WordsOngoing 26.8kReads6.6Score1.6kShelves

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The protagonist has space

105 年 Encounter with Qin Huairu in the Corn Shed in 1959 Lying Down to Watch the Clouds Rise597k WordsCompleted 13.5kReads6.8Score1kShelves

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This space can grow. I talked with the author and he said that it will eventually become a small world. Uh... I'm sorry, I spoiled it.

106 四 Siheyuan: He Family's Siheyuan Second-Stage Curse Mark422k WordsCompleted 38.5kReads8.3Score1.3kShelves

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✨One brother and sister are reborn, the other time travels! He Yuzhu from "Qiaodong Dongsan" is reborn and opens cheats. He can receive rewards by signing in and can stock up as much storage space as he wants. On the other hand, a 21st century worker dressed as a little milk baby He Yuyu, this time-traveling pair hit it off immediately and turned their hard life into a happy script!

111 四 Siheyuan: Teaching Comes with Rewards, Starting with Bang Geng 232839k WordsCompleted 1.1kReads7.9Score123Shelves

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There was no fighting or killing in the life of hiding in the cave, only eating and drinking. The life in the Siheyuan is devoid of worldliness, just a whirlwind of chaos. When I had six brothers, I was the only group favorite in the cave. When I had sixty brothers, I was the protector of the people of Tang County and the mastermind behind half of the land of Yan and Zhao. When I had six hundred brothers, I was the man-eating spider that killed the Japanese intelligence agency. When I had six thousand brothers, Siberian prisoners of war went to the northern battlefield to serve as war dogs for me. When I have 60,000 brothers, the little cherry blossoms become my back garden and the big hair becomes my arsenal. When I have six hundred thousand brothers. I! That is! King of Intelligence, Lord of the Underground, King of the World! Sister-in-law: Little Seventh! Get off the dog! Second sister-in-law: Li Baoyu! You little bastard is playing shit again! Third sister-in-law: Little seventh child! You didn't do your homework! Li Baoyu: "Dad! Help! .

115 穿 Transmigrated as Jia Dongxu? I'll Teach the Mother How to Raise Her Child, No More Spoiling Him Kiss My Feet, Your Majesty775k WordsCompleted 41.3kReads8.6Score1.9kShelves

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They all have space. The top 10 books are all 9 points or above ☆①Xu Xiao traveled through time and became Xu Damao's son. He has mental powers. His space is a brand he has worn since childhood, such as a fighting stick, a deaf old lady, etc. ②Yi Ping'an traveled to Yi Zhonghai's son. The space is the floating light pearl of heaven and earth. Practice "Wuji Gong" and "Walking on the Snow without Traces". Kill the Japanese and report to the No. 3 Steel Rolling Mill.

126 年 1960: Transmigrating to Nanluoguxiang Just Got Nothing Better to DoUrban4.1M WordsCompleted 280.5kReads9.4Score20.4kShelves

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💥1️⃣ Traveling through 1960, Li Laifu became the third-generation grandson of the Li family in Beijing, and started a new step in the rise of the Li family with Tai Chi Space ☯️! ! The first step is to make the space lush with corn and wheat, and chickens, ducks, fish and rabbits roam everywhere to solve the family's food and clothing problem; the second step is to quietly promote ideas, and everyone in the family should perform their duties and work together without internal strife; the third step is to set goals for peers...

131 四 Siheyuan, He Daqing, Hu Qinhuairu, Many Children and Many Blessings I Want to Be a Humorous Person393k WordsCompleted 3.4kReads5.4Score117Shelves

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No forgiveness, no Holy Mother, many women, special relief, the joy of sand

149 四 Siheyuan: My Dad Is Xu Damao, and My Mom Is Lou Xiao'e Of the Xianghuang Family264k WordsCompleted 37.1kReads9.2Score1.7kShelves

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When Xu Xiao lost consciousness in a blinding white light, his last thought was "Finally, I have someone to support me." When I opened my eyes again, my nose hit an unfamiliar scent of soap locust, and in my ears I heard a woman humming softly - not the hoarse cry for help from a survivor in the apocalypse, nor the low roar of a zombie, but an extremely gentle tune, like cotton soaked in warm water. "Xiao Xiao is awake?" A round-faced woman came over, her eyes mixed with worry and smile, and she touched his forehead with a warm hand, "The fever has finally gone away, but it scared mom." Mom? Xu Xiao was confused. He grew up in an apocalyptic orphanage. Where did he get his mother? While he was in a daze, a tall and thin man walked in from the door, carrying a bottle of canned oranges in his hand, and said in a loud voice, "Son, are you awake? Dad bought you good things!" This face... Was clearly the one he had seen in the old newspaper of the survivor base a few days ago, Xu Damao from "Love in the Courtyard"! Before he could digest this time travel, he heard loud voices quarreling in the courtyard - "Ms. Jia Zhang, please stop blackmailing me! I just picked off your eggplants!" "Xu Damao, your wife is the one blackmailing you!" What followed was a scene of tables and chairs bumping against each other and children crying. It was like a pyrotechnic mess. Xu Xiao opened the window and looked at it, feeling strangely relieved. There is no smell of carrion, no broken walls, and even the quarrels are so lively. He touched his chest. There was no burning pain before the self-destruction, only a heart beating steadily. "Xiao Xiao, do you want to eat canned food?" Xu Damao pried open the iron sheet, revealing the yellow orange segments. Xu Xiao looked at the rare flattery in his father's eyes, and then looked at his mother Lou Xiao'e's quietly red eyes - she must have been bullied by the people in the courtyard again. He suddenly smiled and climbed out of the pile of corpses in the apocalypse. Wasn't it just for days like this? "Dad, give the can to Mom." He pushed the can over and deliberately shook Xu Damao's arm when he jumped off the kang. "Also, don't always quarrel with the people in the courtyard. If you want to quarrel... You have to be reasonable." Xu Damao was stunned, and Lou Xiao'e was also stunned. This child's fever has gone away. Why does he look like a different person? His eyes were so bright that they seemed to have been tempered, and his words had a calmness that didn't belong to a ten-year-old. Xu Xiao ignored them in their daze and shouted into the courtyard, holding on to the door frame: "Grandma Jia, my dad said I picked your eggplants? I was lying on the kang with a fever yesterday. Why don't I go to the hospital to have my fingerprints checked now?" The courtyard fell silent for a moment. Xu Xiao leaned against the door, listening to her own strong heartbeat, and raised the corners of her mouth. The Zombie King can blow up, but what does the chaos in this courtyard mean? Outside the window, the cable broadcast was playing "Let's Swing the Oars", and the clear children's voice filled the green bricks and gray tiles. Xu Xiao thought that this time, he not only wanted to live, but also lived more solidly than anyone else - after all, he had paid for such a smoky world with his life.