1980 Is a Little Different

You say you catch pheasants, eat them for a few days, and sell a few, fine. But are there chicken farms in the mountains? I read a few chapters, and you've got almost 500. That's impressive. I can't stand it; it's insulting to my intelligence.

It just dawned on me! Where did that one-year-old sister come from, the mom who ran away three years ago?

A 5-pound pheasant? Who's ever seen one that's so insulting and mind-numbing? Free-range chickens only weigh two or three pounds; broiler chickens can grow to 5-10 pounds.

Are there really that many pheasants and rabbits being caught on the edge of this mountain every day? It's a bit of an oversimplification to assume there's water in the space.

My father is gone, so why do I have to find myself another father? I don't know what I was thinking.

The writing is indeed not very good. The biggest logic is that pigs need to be fed, so how can they be raised just by drinking water from the space?

The worst thing about writing period fiction is writing with a 2022 mindset and no experience. It involves making assumptions about prices, customs, laws, and the social environment at the time. I've read over a dozen period fiction novels in the past few days, including stories about time travel and body swapping. They're all kinds of bizarre.

A level 5 writer who writes books without thinking and whose logic is very flawed.

It looks okay, but the logic is all over the place! "Living off the land and water" isn't just a saying; back then, villages near mountains all had hunters, right? It's absurd to think there would be so much prey on the mountains when food was scarce! Why not just create a space to accelerate the process and raise them yourself? That would at least make sense.

Since you're writing about historical events, could you please do some research or ask someone for advice?