Someone Save Me from These Birds of Siheyuan

I love it when the author writes Sha Zhu as paralyzed in the 1960s, watching Qin Huairu's family take over his house and rob him of all his money, and then Sha Zhu starves to death in remorse!

Having read up to Chapter 6, I realized this is what a courtyard house should look like. How could it possibly need three old men to manage it if there weren't over 100 people and more than 20 households?

Xiao Dang wasn't even born in 1960? He was practically dead by 1961. Jia Dongxu even had a posthumous son, Huaihua. Your actions are quite something.

The Lou family is like a pile of dung mixed with gold. If you try to take advantage of it or openly touch it, even if you're a martyr's family member, you won't be able to clear your name, and the level of patriotism will drop.

The numerology must have been taught by the music teacher, right? More than seven thousand plus more than three thousand, and it's more than nine thousand?

If there are any sudden incoherent sentences, disjointed sentences, or missing paragraphs in a chapter, it is not the author's fault, but rather the system that has tampered with the text without the author's consent. The author is very annoyed by this, but there is nothing that can be done but to correct it as soon as possible after discovering it.

It's all just trivial, messy, and filthy stuff. Can't we just address the root cause once and for all? Watching this drawn-out, agonizing plot is disgusting. 🤢

😅Qian Xuesen's prize money was only 10 yuan, and other scientists of that era received anywhere from tens of yuan. Your prize money of hundreds or even thousands of yuan seems absurd. Prize money can't be that high; the compensation and benefits are what really matter.

Here's another one. Do you think you could handle Qin Huairu at this moment?

In her early twenties, she was incredibly good-looking.