Siheyuan, with Space or Paradise, and Many Resources

111 四 Siheyuan: How Can I Survive If My Father Joins Chiang Kai-Shek and Becomes a Rich Peasant? Ranfeng 19831.9M WordsCompleted 22kReads7.4Score1kShelves

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My family is a rich farmer. My father defected to Chiang Kai-shek in 1949. My grandfather and his family fled to Hong Kong. I have cerebral palsy. I wave my flower hand and travel through the 60-year natural disaster No. 95 Courtyard... How can I survive in the beginning of the collapse? There is not enough space, and the system only seeks to solve the problem of cause and effect, with no ambition... Fang Ping'an, who has an indefinite rural household registration, struggles to survive by farming in the garden of the side courtyard of the Siheyuan in Sijiucheng. Work? City registered permanent residence? Even if I kill you, I won't go! I just want to be a farmer! The farmers in the courtyard! These days, nothing is worse than eating your own food. Eating makes you stronger!

141 四 Siheyuan: Make a Fortune with Silence Fallen Leaves Silently628k WordsCompleted 12.4kReads5.4Score400Shelves

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The courtyard is small. !

142 年 1960S: Traveling Through Nanluoguxiang, Just Free TimeUrban4.1M WordsCompleted 342.4kReads9.4Score31.9kShelves

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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...

147 四 Siheyuan: Father Is Xu Damao, Mother Is Lou Xiao'e From the Xianghuang Family264k WordsCompleted 28.8kReads9.2Score1.6kShelves

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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.

148 四 Siheyuan, He Daqing, Hu Qinhuairu, Many Children and Many Blessings I Want to Be a Humorous Person393k WordsCompleted 3.1kReads5.4Score108Shelves

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

149 四 Siheyuan: Be a Gangster That Everyone Loves Xiangshan Xike1.3M WordsOngoing 33.6kReads8.7Score1.8kShelves

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A very wonderful Siheyuan novel [top post]