The 1950s: While Everyone Else Eats Wild Greens and Roots, I Have All the White Flour I Want

This author is also a math genius and didn't even graduate from kindergarten! The data is written randomly! All I can say is, don't be distracted! A space of more than 100 acres has not matured for a few days. To put it bluntly, it is more than enough to support a village or even a whole town. You only left 1,000 kilograms for the first time and planted the rest. As a result, the yield per mu was 3,000 kilograms and the harvest was 10,000 kilograms. Your data is only at the level of a kindergarten class! It's better to go to the kindergarten class and then write again!

Haha, the reviews of this book can only praise the good ones and not comment on the bad ones. It's really a shame.

Pig's feet cannot count, have illogical logic, confused thinking, and do not match the words behind them. If you don't understand history, don't write a chronicle.

I can only say that the author is so talented. Harvest wheat in autumn.

The plot has twists and turns and is gripping. I hope the author will work hard and write a great work.

Unsurprisingly, if there is space, there must be land, and if there is land, there must be a spiritual spring. There are treasures everywhere. Normally you can't see the protagonist being reborn or traveling through time. There must be wild boar, roe deer and pheasants everywhere. There must be a relative who doesn't live up to expectations. Except it's nothing new. There is everything left.

The author's descriptions of the characters' personalities are very vivid, and the plot is fascinating. While reading this story, I was worried that if your novel was to be made into a movie, would there be actors who could meet the requirements of your plot to fill the vivid characters in your story? Thumbs up for your painstaking creation.

The male protagonist is just like Fei Wu, boring and swallowing his anger

Can there be a sequel?

You can watch it without thinking