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  1. Back to the 1960S: I Led the Whole Village to Build Mountains and Rivers Realistic Fiction8k WordsOngoing There isn’t a single bad person in the whole village. Yet, with generations of experience behind them, they personally lead the village toward a catastrophic flood. Chen Shanhe, a hydraulic engineer reborn in the past, is the only one who sees clearly. He digs channels to relieve the pressure and diverts seepage to cut off the flow, but the whole village calls him a rebel. Wang Laoshi gives his life defending the old methods and dies at the dam. Kindness doesn’t mean you’re right, and suffering 0Votes1Recs0Fans
  2. She Heard It, but She Didn't Say It Urban8k WordsOngoing On the first day of school, there were seven people standing in the corridor. I was squatting outside the threshold, and my suitcase was stuck. Song Siqi said, "This bed is occupied." I heard her saying in her mind, "What's her name?" She forgot my name. I didn't say anything, the old scar was exposed, and I said it didn't hurt; There are six layers left, so I reduced it by one. I knew what everyone in the school was thinking, but I couldn't hear them. His name is Chen Ye, and his mind is empty; 0Votes0Recs0Fans
  3. Ember Clan Cultivation72k WordsOngoing Classical fairy tale + family epic + sad heart-breaking hit + seven generations of relay + all members BE + final HE Jiang Jin was twelve years old. Bai Yan burned his life for three months and calculated that his father would be pushed down the crack in the earth's fire in three days. He mixed the Anshen Grass into the porridge, but his father still left. The moment the knife fell on his neck, he put the lamp into the hand of his six-year-old son - "I've finished burning, it's your turn." 0Votes1Recs0Fans
  4. The Day the Seven Layers of Vest Were Torn Apart Urban11k WordsOngoing Mind Reading + Ma Jia Wen + Strong Female + Suspense + Fate + Redemption Hallway, suitcases, eight people. She squatted outside the threshold, and Song Siqi said, "This bed is occupied." She heard Song Siqi saying in her mind, "What is her name?" On the first day of her freshman year, she heard everyone's thoughts; the price was that the scar on her right hand would become darker every time it was used. I was photographed eating while squatting in front of the cafeteria, and the photo spread t 0Votes6Recs0Fans
  5. The Illness Is Cured and I Will Send Cao Shuang on His Way. Historical6k WordsOngoing The day I transformed into Sima Yi, the system asked me to endure it for thirty-seven years. Cao Shuang's eunuch kicked over his wheelchair, and all the civil and military officials laughed like tree stumps in the snow. Assassins climbed over the wall at night, I broke three necks and said to the living person, "I'm cured." Three thousand dead soldiers entered Luoyang, and I opened the door to Cao Shuang's banquet—— Cao Cao sat inside the door. He said he had been waiting for me for ten year 0Votes1Recs0Fans
  6. Secret: I Am the Orthodoxy Eastern Fantasy59k WordsOngoing A mute proofreader corrected all the wrong words in the world of immortality at the cost of using one hand. Every time the carving knife falls, it answers the same question: How much are you willing to waste for this one word? #Xiuxian#chuanshu#bottom-level workers#counterattack#cost-based growth#urge to update the artifact##awake### 0Votes2Recs0Fans
  7. Tian Zhu Book: from Changing One's Own Way of Death to Letting Heaven Kneel Down Eastern Fantasy12k WordsOngoing With a pen, he changed the method of death, took charge of substitute death, and pursued him for three days. Kill one to make up for three, you can't kill them all. Curled up in the refill was a man who had written half of the name thirty thousand years ago - before he woke up, Chen Du had to finish writing six names. Unable to finish writing, Tiandao's hands closed and he and Huo Ya were obliterated. How long is left? It was written on the palm of my hand. (The stories in this book are purely 0Votes3Recs0Fans
  8. Traveling Through the Spring and Autumn Period to Be the God of Wealth: I Give Myself Away Historical44k WordsOngoing The night he was laid off, he drank six cans of beer, and his foot slipped - and when he opened his eyes again, he was hung on the wall of Spring and Autumn City. HR said "it's not your problem", Guan Zhong said "you are a fool", he shouted four words: "I will send myself out." Later he met a beggar with a broken hand. The beggar took out three shells and polished them for twelve years. "Sir, can I keep it forever?" He squatted down with his palms facing up: "Yes." There was a shell hidden in Gu 0Votes5Recs0Fans
  9. I, the Classic of Mountains and Seas, Hold a Black Household Registration in Zhenshi Urban61k WordsOngoing She sent me a voice message the night she disappeared. The last three seconds were screaming. Three years. I found nothing. Until that system bound me - dark red, with rough pixels, like a web game from twenty years ago. It told me that what she shouted in that voice message was not "Help", but "Brother, run quickly." There is a scar on the index finger of my right hand, which was caused by smashing the wall on the day my sister disappeared. Pinch it every morning to make sure you are still lo 0Votes1Recs0Fans
  10. Lord of Broken Mirrors Urban30k WordsOngoing A line of pale golden words appeared on the bottom of the bowl: "Who are you?" Shen Du looked up and saw that the person sitting opposite had an identical scar on his right thumb. He said stop it. Shen Du chased him out, but there was no one in the alley. There is a crack in the wall of the back alley. He reached out and touched it, and the cracks brightened. The old scar on his left hand was cracked. From then on, every time a fragment returns to its place, the shadow becomes lighter. Seven pie 0Votes0Recs0Fans
  11. They Practice Immortality, I Do Physics Eastern Fantasy80k WordsOngoing Fantasy + mortal flow + waste spiritual roots + anti-routine scientific cultivation + high-dimensional imagination + cost flow + symbiosis of two powerful forces + revelation of the secrets of the heavens + bottom-level counterattack + sadistic epic On the day the mine collapsed, a useless servant used physical formulas to tear open the way of heaven. He lost his left ear, lost his sense of taste, and changed three things: A piece of white flour steamed bun - for a child who has been hungry for 0Votes7Recs0Fans