Reborn in 1983: Starting with Pig Farming

You raise pigs but don't want to study veterinary medicine, fine, but you even discriminate against people in the profession! Veterinarians don't have sons! You're really something else!

My neighbor runs a pig farm, and the stench on that pig farmer is absolutely unbearable. I'm not trying to be discriminatory, but if you haven't been close to a pig farmer, you can't imagine how strong it is.

Chapter 70 is disgusting to readers, euphemistically titled: "The Different Fates of Different Characters in the Chaotic Early Days of Reform and Opening Up." Fine, you're awesome. I wish you continued success in your writing.

Personally, I think it's well-written, but I dislike the protagonist's overly dramatic and easily startled behavior. He also seems rather dim-witted, and his speech and actions are rather clumsy; he just doesn't feel like a typical protagonist.

It's almost chapter 100, and the protagonist is still only raising 4 pigs and hasn't done anything else.

The romance was passable at first, if not brilliant, but now it's all about the female lead being set up on blind dates, and the bureau chief's (or minister's?) Daughter secretly thwarting the protagonist's advances. It's really poorly written, yet takes up too much space. Everyone's here for the period drama/pig-raising setting mentioned in the title; they should write less about these romantic relationships. Less is more.

I got beaten up, and that's how it is. It's a bit frustrating. I regret ordering everything.

A high school education with decades of life experience, reborn with a system and extra space—aside from using the system to raise pigs, he can't utilize the rest of his memory space. Truly worthy of the surname Xiong! A complete coward.

First of all, I think it's absurd that someone in their fifties or sixties, even if reborn into a lower-class family, would be completely ignorant.

In the 1980s, to engage in animal husbandry, one had to first learn veterinary medicine, then understand feed, and build a site—it was very complicated, just like getting a driver's license required passing a car repair test.