"Female Legends in the Siheyuan"

1 四 Siheyuan: the Beginning Left the Jia Family Dead and Disabled He Qi Makes Money298k WordsCompleted 288Reads—Score—Shelves

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These are all female characters dressed in courtyards. Each has its own merits, right?

12 大 The Return of the Emperor: Beginning with the Extermination of the Gentiles Flavored Eggplant StewUrban200k WordsOngoing 2.1kReads5.8Score170Shelves

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13 四 Siheyuan: He Yuzhu's Sober Life Author Kung Pao Chicken1.2M WordsOngoing 37.8kReads8.6Score1.9kShelves

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Welcome to visit and comment on Siheyuan novels worth reading.

18 都 Urban Supreme Starts from Tearing up the Marriage Contract Author Kung Pao ChickenUrban492k WordsCompleted 1kReads7.0Score—Shelves

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Siheyuan Novels You Can Read

19 九 Lord of the Nine Realms of Reincarnation Author Kung Pao ChickenEastern Fantasy1.1M WordsCompleted 215Reads8.8Score—Shelves

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Let you experience a different kind of Siheyuan novel

21 四 Siheyuan, You Have to Rely on Yourself for Everything Stepping Through the Spring Breeze and a Sea of ​​Flowers207k WordsCompleted 5.8kReads8.4Score244Shelves

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These are the only two women's books in the Siheyuan novels that I have collected. The first one is a bit like a children's version of love. You don't rely on your elder brother or father, and you live alone. Very nice to look at.

23 四 Siheyuan: Visit the Liu Family with the Sign-In System Hongmeng Baoshu1.5M WordsCompleted 7.2kReads7.2Score419Shelves

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The heroine traveled through time and became the daughter of the Liu family. There was a sign-in system. She only regained her past life memories at the age of eight. He made Liu Haizhong a daughter slave and stopped beating the children. At the same time, there was another time traveler in the courtyard who was not the male protagonist. 2️⃣The heroine traveled through time and became He Yuzhu. She had a system to ensure that the plot developed according to the original work before she could return to the real world and win the 100 million yuan award. But what he didn't know was that He Yuzhu could hear his voice and the plot did not develop according to his intentions. It was quite interesting. 3️⃣ Traveling through time as He Yuyu, the beginning is to hold a general meeting to drive her out of the courtyard and divide her house. The protagonist goes directly to the Women's Federation, arrests Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu, and pulls down the first uncle. 4️⃣The heroine travels to the world of Siheyuan. At the beginning, she marries Shazhu, and the next thing is all kinds of wits and beasts.

27 四 Taking the Path of Qin Huairu in the Courtyard House Penghao People620k WordsCompleted 1kReads8.4Score—Shelves

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Just these two...

38 四 The Beasts in the Courtyard Will Have Their Own Destiny Dreams in Your Heart Will Lead to a Distant Future606k WordsCompleted 3.8kReads5.9Score—Shelves

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I don't see any recommendations suitable for novels. I want to recommend these books. It's extremely cruel. A book about the abuse and torture of the Siheyuan Nursing Home Group. Because I've read too many things about planting together that are unpleasant, I would like to recommend some interesting articles.

43 四 Siheyuan: the Female Chief Engineer of the Military Industry Went Crazy! Long Ying Yi Yin345k WordsCompleted 258Reads—Score—Shelves

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Female channel courtyard [eating melon] [eating melon]

44 六 60 Mechanical Heart Photo Sihe Dr. Gong Who Loves Spicy Beef Tendon384k WordsCompleted 57Reads—Score—Shelves

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It looks great [Like] [Like] [Like] I hope you can continue to write more stories. To pay tribute to those anonymous heroines in that special era, I once saw a passage that described it like this... In those eras lightly covered by yellowed pages, the laboratory lights were always on for them late at night. The liquid in the test tube reflected the broken hair on their temples, and the formulas on the draft paper crawled across the knuckles corroded by the reagents, while the names were like unrecorded stars, hidden behind the halo of collective achievements. Perhaps they were purifying radium salts using cans and bottles instead of beakers in a laboratory converted from a wartime air-raid shelter. The radiation spots on their protective clothing were more dazzling than medals. Perhaps they were in an adobe house in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, holding a slide rule to check missile trajectories. When a child's cry came from next door, the pen tip paused among the data and then continued to wander. When the vague title of "a certain scientific research team" was printed on the newspaper, they were stuffing the newly written paper into the drawer - because "women doing research" was something that needed to be hidden at the time. Even the signatures had to be in the names of male colleagues, hiding their names, hiding their talents, and dedicating their lives to the motherland and the stars. Their regrets are hidden in many details: before she died, a female engineer dug out the drawings she led in the design from the old files, but the name of the department director was written in the signature column; in the notebook of a virologist, experimental data were densely recorded, but the last page said, "Let Xiao Li (male colleague) compile it into a report. It is not convenient for me to come forward." But their persistence is even more touching: in the winter when there is no incubator, they use their body temperature to heat petri dishes; when they are questioned about "what do women know?" They silently control the error within three thousandths and let the data speak for themselves. These moments of anonymity are never cowardly. They disassembled their names into variables in formulas, lines on drawings, and colonies in petri dishes, allowing science itself to remember their temperature. Now when we sign freely in the laboratory, the keyboard that our fingertips touch is actually the road they paved with silence and perseverance when they hid their names. They may not have left their names, but they let every subsequent female researcher know: we no longer need to hide, we can openly let the world remember our wisdom.

47 我 I Live in History in the Courtyard Everything Happens L1.2M WordsCompleted 29.7kReads8.0Score1.4kShelves

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A relatively new Siheyuan article that you can read