Reborn in a Fishing Village: My Life of Fishing

That book that hijacked Ah Xiang's writing is utter garbage. A month ago, they abandoned another book, and now they're doing two books at once. It's about to be featured on the daily poison list. I'm starting to wonder if Qidian is failing.

To be reborn into another life of suffering, the kind of life where one would never repent.

As a rebirth novel, the protagonist has neither a cheat code to defy fate nor any good ways to make money. He is reborn and just wants to do things. The main point is to take advantage of the environment and benefits of the era. So where is the fun in that?

This person clearly didn't experience that era and didn't do their research. In 1983, plastic bags and baskets were everywhere. You think this is 1993? Even in 1993, plastic was rarely used in rural areas; most things were made of straw, paper, or straw rope. In 1983, it was rare not only in rural areas but also in cities. Seafood was also incredibly expensive, costing several yuan per kilogram.

Stop writing nonsense, fix the typos, damn it, why can't I find a book on Qidian that surpasses "Rubbing Roundy"? One female driver takes down a bunch of writers of fishing village stories, but the later parts of this book are a bit strange. The entire village of fishermen can't compete with one angler? Is this set in 2020? Why would someone rent a boat to go fishing? How did they even think of renting a boat for a year?

What's with the author's use of "" and "" at the end of their dialogue? Is this a way to discourage readers from listening to audiobooks? The constant "" and "" is so unpleasant!

He's broke, yet incredibly generous; after over 100 chapters, his saintly complex kicks in again—he's frugal with his own wife but incredibly generous with others, and you can't refuse if you don't want it.

What the hell is this? Ten copies of "Ne" written on one page? I paid money to see "Ne"?

They try to cram every word into their statements; they're just trying to reach the word count!

This is a matter of common sense. Before the country's industry developed, during the era of supply and marketing cooperatives, people had to find their own ways to store things. Grain and flour were stored in white cloth bags, and condiments were stored in canning jars. Most alcohol was sold in bulk, and soy sauce and vinegar were either stored in liquor bottles or in bottles that had been used for IV drips!