Qimao catalogue
Books by 秋风残叶
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The Village Bully's Farming Life 村霸农女种田忙
Transmigrated as a pushover? A useless good-for-nothing? A fat girl? And burdened with a child to boot? No problem. I'll let my skills do the talking! When dealing with awful relatives, I'll start with courtesy before resorting to force. When dealing with local thugs, I'll just beat the crap out of them. Before long, I accidentally became the village beauty nobody dared mess with! Looks like getting married will be hard in this life! Qian Luo doesn't mind. She's got money, land, and men... "Oh,
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Called a Poor Widow, I Use My Superpower to Turn Things Around in Ancient Times 被骂穷寡妇，我靠异能在古代逆袭
A bolt from the blue struck her: she'd actually become an old country woman! The moment she opened her eyes, debt collectors were demanding payment. Looking at her grown sons, who were waiting anxiously for her to make the decisions, Bai Yunxi wished she could die all over again. Their old tiled house had become a rickety shack, and the wind came whistling in from every side. Gritting her teeth, Bai Yunxi grabbed a rolling pin and assigned each son his duties. Some would do farm work, others wou
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The Noblewoman Who Farms 贵女种田忙
A stylish white-collar woman from the 21st century became a little girl, living a carefree life where food and clothes were brought to her and she only had to wave when she wanted to go somewhere. She looked forward to growing up, making a fortune, achieving prosperity, and repaying the kindness of those who raised her. But ever since this big shot came into her life, she realized things had gone a little off course. "Sir, I only run a small business. I don't sell on credit, but if you don't hav
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I Work as a Fortune Teller in the 1990s 我在九零当相师
Reborn, Dai Qing remembered the miserable life she'd led in her previous life and could only think how utterly foolish she'd been. But that didn't stop her from making everyone pay for every humiliation she'd suffered. Sitting in the little courtyard her grandfather had left her, Dai Qing planned her life anew: no falling head over heels, and stay away from scumbags. She would inherit the family business and carry on its legacy as a master of physiognomy. She would use face reading to discern po
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