My Pocket Dimension in the Late 1970s

Especially considering how large those oysters are, and how difficult it is for them to grow to that size, to be so cruel just to immediately extract a pearl to check its color is truly appalling. The female lead isn't a child; this portrayal makes her seem like an idiot. She's not in a rush for money; she could have easily learned about this before attempting to extract the pearl.

The author's life experience is simply... Putting everything else aside, it's one thing for an eight-year-old girl to sell ginseng and lingzhi, but to give away a thousand-year-old ginseng as a gift? Even if we don't go back to 1977 or 1978, or even earlier in the 1940s or 1950s, a thousand-year-old ginseng would still be priceless! Lingquan water was given away so easily? Can you imagine the envy and ambition that Chinese people, who have experienced hardship, have for wealth?

All I see is a row of sweet, sweet, sweet...????

If the female lead lacks knowledge, she should at least have some worldly experience; if she lacks worldly experience, she should at least have some common sense. If she has neither, I can only say she's a simpleton, her intelligence is practically nonexistent.

Holy crap, the beginning was nonsensical. After reading a few chapters, it seems like it was written by a child; it's utterly idiotic. *Runs away*

How can someone so stupid expect to have a wonderful life?

The writing isn't very good! There aren't even chapter titles yet, making it hard to continue reading!

The concept is great, but the writing isn't great. Keep it up, author! 🙂

I don't want to comment on whether this work is good or bad, but only on the attitude. As a reader, I take every book seriously; as a writer, shouldn't I also take my own work seriously?! The fluency of sentences, the use of words, and the correction of typos are all expressions of the author's attitude.

Adopted at ten years old, and doesn't remember anything about her past? That's some serious intelligence...