After surviving alone in the apocalypse for three years, Yang Han was framed by his teammates and injured by zombies. Unwilling to turn into a zombie and get shot in the head, he committed suicide. Unexpectedly, he was reborn as a farm boy, with a thousand miles of fertile land and only one child. He couldn't do the work of feeding the land. All other things were inferior except for studying, so he could only go all the way to the imperial examination...

Zhou Cheng traveled through time and found himself at home with nothing but a wife and a daughter.

The parents are partial, the second brother looks honest but is actually an expert at digging traps, the third brother is selfish, and the youngest sister is arrogant, vain, arrogant and unreasonable.

He... is a gambler who commits domestic violence.

Except for the weak wife and young daughter, the whole family is excellent...

"Da Lang, take your medicine."

Zhou Cheng looked at the bowl of black medicine. The mist rising from the bowl seemed to turn into a skull with bared fangs and claws.

Zhou Cheng was trembling with fear at the beginning of the game in hell mode.

If you don't want to die, you can only roll up your sleeves and work hard.

Liu Feng, a Mercenary, transmigrated into a Turbulent Times filled with wars on all sides.

The world was in chaos, wars raged endlessly, the Imperial Court was weak, and powerful local rulers were everywhere. Liu Feng became a winner in life immediately upon transmigrating, with twin sisters as his Wives managing household affairs.

Liu Feng hunted, farmed, provided for his Little Wives, took in Refugees, vigorously developed his holdings, became a landowner, established an armed force, conducted extensive Military Training for his Troops, and gradually gained a firm foothold.

His Wife is about to give birth? Everyone, get back and attend to her!

Wild Boars are descending the mountain again? I, your master, will go personally; that’s a lot of meat, perfect for nourishing my Wife!

Since the foundation has been laid, let my thousands upon thousands of Troops crush the Jianghu for eternity, and let my unparalleled ironclad armor bring an end to the millennia of Turbulent Times.

"Single female protagonist Qin Jingru", "Yi Zhonghai's apprentice", "Game system", "1962", "Ordinary life", "Develop some technology"

He was successfully sent to the world of "Love in the Courtyard" by the Hundred Ton King, and with the principle of making the best of it, he began a peaceful life in the courtyard.

Yang Tao looked at the big words "God's Blessing" that popped up on the system, and felt a wet feeling on his face. He reached out and touched his cheek.

"sweat?"

Yang Tao looked up at the gloomy sky and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"So it's the rain! I was wondering, how could a mere courtyard make me sweat so much?"

Rebirth with space? "You will be rich in the future!" The protagonist said to the mirror. Move to the United States? "Oh my god, farms and ranches are absolutely indispensable. We can't lose face as farmers!" But what to do with extra US dollars? Just date girls, play extreme sports, buy a few planes, buy an NBA team, you can't be idle. "You only regret not having enough money when you need it!" This is what the protagonist said when he was ranked on the Forbes rich list. We are big landlords, how can we not have surplus food? An American landlord with surplus food at home. "We are really not short of money!"

Transported into the world of a Siheyuan courtyard, all he wants is a quiet life—tending his crops, fishing by the lake, and drifting through the slow rhythm of the city's alleys, skirting the edges of human frailty.

To live simply... as just an ordinary man.

Warlords fight for supremacy and bring chaos to the world, while strategists make ingenious plans to unify the country.

The young man's soul travels across time and space, possessing the world system, and builds an iron-blooded empire step by step.

A dragon rises in Bingzhou. Who will finally conquer the Nine Provinces and bring peace to the world? Or will the three powers stand together and the world of chaos continue?

The plucked strings will eventually become a song. The buried people will eventually rise again.