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  1. Oops, Qin Shihuang Stole My Knowledge Professor LinUrban1.1M Wordscompleted Science popularization anchor Lin Mo could not have imagined that a few days later, he would actually dig out a magnificent pyramid near the Qinling Mountains! He popularized science on how to build hybrid rice, and unexpectedly discovered that he had dug up hybrid rice from the Qin Dynasty! There is also a person who is good at ancient prose, constantly urging him to update and asking him all kinds of strange questions! Who is Qin II? How do you view King Qin Yingzheng? Where is the exact locat 1.2kReads8.7Score147Shelves
  2. Deaf Old Lady's Will: Qin Huairu, Your Man Is Not Dead Professor Lin206k Wordscompleted Wang Yangzhou traveled to the world of Qingman Courtyard and obtained the skill proficiency system. Because the plot has not yet begun, he worked hard to learn various traditional crafts, met Qin Huairu in advance, and left two children. In order to give his family a better, carefree life, Wang Yangzhou chose to join the army. Unexpectedly, he was assigned a special mission by his superiors and had to delay his return to China for five years. In the past five years, he has become a famous war dr 344Reads5.2Score—Shelves
  3. Anti-Drug Storm: Red Beach Chase Professor Lin Who Loves Baked Pork RibsMystery271k Wordsongoing Anti-drug policeman Xie Ci and Xiao Rinchuan, who had been in a drug den, reunited because of an old case. The drug dealer Lao Xia returns with the new drug "Sleeping Anchor" and uses the mark of the anchor to provoke. The two of them, with wounds between their brows and throats, chased the murderer through the ebb and flow of the tide, trying to let the poisonous roots rot in the red mud and protect the morning light from penetrating the undercurrent. 3Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. The Taste of Rivers and Lakes in the Ice Room Professor Lin Who Loves Baked Pork RibsUrban106k Wordscompleted The gangster who once wielded a knife and drank blood now guards an ice room that smells like strawberries. When heavy rains bring back old grudges, and when strawberry vines entangle scars and worries, those swords and sword shadows hidden in the annual rings will eventually boil into indescribable warmth in a bowl of hot milk tea. There are no grudges here, only reconciliation in the strawberry jam, protection among the vine leaves, and a group of people who spend the rest of their lives provi —Reads—Score—Shelves