Reborn in a Thriving Era, I Reclaim Wasteland in My Pocket Dimension

How can I put it this way? It's the first time that I can't stand the first chapter of Siheyuan. When is 1956? No one wants to graduate from junior high school? How can I fire you? Really messing around

Didn't the author check the information before taking advantage of the popularity? I am writing this nonsense based entirely on my imagination, and anyone who has some knowledge of that era will not be able to read it.

After 2000, I didn't know the value of technical secondary school students in that era. Clerks who graduated from level 8 and became full-time staff at level 7 were even better than the current expansion of college students and master's students.

Find a class and stop writing

The protagonists in many novels have a small space, a small world, and spiritual energy. They also grow vegetables and fruits, and engage in breeding. The agricultural products they sell are particularly delicious, but no one is tracking them down, and the leaders have been deceived! Speechless!

That's bullshit, I can't live anymore, why donate?

It's so well written, but please don't write it blindly.

It's okay if you don't write about the courtyard. If you do this, there is no logic at all.

Those who graduated from a technical secondary school were still cadres in the 1990s, let alone the 1950s. In that era when the average academic level was less than junior high school, a technical secondary school student would ask you to work as an apprentice in a workshop? You'd better find a class. If you can't do it, you can still deliver food. Just don't write a book.

You've just started, change your name. Change it to 9 years. According to the way you wrote it, the more suitable time would be 92-99, right?