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Books by 夏日雷阵雨
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A Street Punk Transmigrates into a County Magistrate and Must Love the People Like His Own Children 社会混混穿越成县太爷要爱民如子
[Farming and Management + Courtroom Cases + A Little Martial World + Ensemble Character Growth + Lighthearted and Relaxing] I spent half my life scraping by in the urban villages, where people valued fists and face, and debts had to be repaid. When I opened my eyes, I had become the acting magistrate of Yunxi County, the poorest county in the Great Yong Dynasty. The government granary held only one sack of bran. The county treasury had thirty-seven coins. The irrigation canals had been dry for t
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Twin Martial Paths: Slashing Through a High-Martial World from the Urban Village 双生武道：从城中村开始杀穿高武
[Native High Martial World] [Two male leads] [No transmigration, no rebirth, no System interface] Beneath the surface of the modern metropolis, undercurrents surge. Powerful clans lord it over everyone through force, while the people at the bottom are bullied at will. Two streetwise youths suffer abuse at the hands of the powerful. Driven to the brink, they obtain secret martial arts from a bygone era. They fight their way out through the grime of the streets and confront the might of the powerf
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Reborn in the 1980s: Building a Life Through Hard Work 重生八零实干起家，我劳动我无敌
Reborn in 1982, with beautiful countryside all around, Lin Jianshe begins a new life of farming in the village. While others stockpile goods, use foreknowledge, or cozy up to powerful people, all Lin Jianshe has are his own two hands and a System that recognizes only the work he does himself. His parents favor his younger brother, treating Lin Jianshe like a beast of burden and even planning to trade him for a bride price to support the younger son. Relatives show up to freeload meals, lazybone
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Whoever Tricks Me Gets Rich, I’m No Saint 谁坑我谁暴富，我不善良不圣母
My name is Lu Xiaoyan. I'm an ordinary girl with a kind heart, but I'm no pushover. I have a strange problem: nobody can lay a hand on me. Anyone who tries to hit me ends up with a broken arm first. That's not the strange part. The strange part is that everyone who schemes against me gets rich. The thugs who cornered me broke an arm, won the lottery, and moved away that very night. The relative who swindled my family's tuition money failed in their scheme, then made a fortune in stocks. The pers
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