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Books by Happy Little Di
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Reborn: I Open a Factory in the 1980s 重生后，我在八零年代开工厂
My name is Lin Yue. The moment I opened my eyes, I had been reborn in a rural village in the 1980s. My family was in debt, my older brother was despondent, and the whole village was laughing at us. I had barely returned when I was saddled with a mountain of debt. The villagers sneered at me, and people were practically blocking the door. Fortunately, I can accurately judge market demand and improve production techniques. I dug up the bamboo nobody in the village wanted and turned it into bamboo
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A Stunning Return: The Legitimate Daughter Is Not to Be Trifled With 惊鸿归：嫡女不可欺
My name is Shen Jinghong, the eldest legitimate daughter of the Shen family. Before I turned fifteen, I grew up amid the border garrisons and the jianghu, learning to survive by any means necessary. Abandoned at birth and branded a jinx who brings harm to her family, I have returned to uncover the truth. As soon as I arrive in the capital, the gatekeeper gives me a hard time, my half-sister provokes me, and my stepmother schemes against me. No one in the entire household takes me seriously. By c
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After Transmigrating, I Used Ancient Farming Techniques to Dominate the Culinary World 穿越后我靠古农学种田称霸味界
My name is Lin Yi. I'm 28 years old, with a doctorate in ancient agricultural science, and my soul has traveled into a future world where flavor determines social class. Eighty percent of this place is wasteland. Ordinary people eat tasteless nutrient paste, while the rich can enjoy hundreds of flavors. I'm a Class D "taste-impaired" person who can't even tell sweet from salty. I'm always at risk of being eliminated. By chance, I discover an ancestral secret art of ancient farming that can awake
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I Opened a Yin-Yang Inn in the 1990s 我在九零年代开阴阳客栈
My name is Lin Xiaoman. I was reborn in the countryside in 1990, so poor we could barely put food on the table, living in a leaky cowshed. The spirit of the nineties was still closed-minded, and superstition lingered everywhere. Because of my “feudal activities,” I could be reported at any moment. By chance, I acquired the Yin-Yang Inn System, which lets me host the dead and unlock supernatural rooms. The inn produces spirit rice that can heal injuries and ward off the cold. I can even dress it
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