1982: From the Start, I Had a Siheyuan

What I hate most about period dramas is when they portray antique dealers as tying up their working capital. They don't sell, they just hoard it. Buying antiques is easy, but selling them requires organizing events and contacting clients. If you don't sell, the money is tied up indefinitely. It may seem like it's appreciating, but in reality, it's just an ornament that needs maintenance.

Why buy a TV? Will you even be able to watch that black-and-white framed thing when you go back in your future life? Wouldn't it be better to go on dates with a couple of pretty girls?

Doesn't the author know that in a certain era, before regulations were relaxed, the maximum number of employees was eight? A simple search will show the answer. Under such circumstances, it's impossible to have multiple stores.

Four main characters and three female supporting characters; there should be 300 female supporting characters. The male lead is a harem for 300 days; there are still 65 days left to write.

This isn't a single-female-lead story; pure romance fans, please don't read this. I'm a pure romance reader, so I'm dropping this book immediately.

Were there so many only children born in the 1950s and 60s? 90% Of those born at that time had three or four or more siblings. Only those born in the late 1980s and 1990s had a large number of only children.

Before the 1990s, nobody wanted to live in a courtyard house. Everyone preferred to live in an apartment building. Courtyard houses were cold in the east and hot in the summer. In winter, there was no kang (heated brick bed) or heating in the house. You could only use a stove or charcoal brazier, which was very troublesome. Moreover, it was inconvenient to defecate and urinate.

A person from the future who traveled to the future still bought a black and white TV to watch TV by himself, I'm impressed.

I don't understand why people want to work within the system.

The business aspects are written too childishly. A milk tea franchise—are the contracts even remotely binding? And a garment factory—a thousand-person factory, all set up by Lin Yida? A planned economy—sewing machines bought on a whim? Where did the fabric come from? Abandoned factory buildings are everywhere? The protagonist makes a suggestion, and a thousand-person factory is instantly established… And hot dry noodles—confidentiality agreements… It's all quite absurd.