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Magic Farmer Dara - 2nd Edition

The second version. Agriculture is a very interesting activity. Like the sale of products. Not to mention the cooking, healing cooking. The development of tourism. All this will be in this novel. Perhaps the continuation of the first novel, but not a fact. What is the story about? The story of a graduate student who decided to become a farmer. He sold his apartment and started to run his business with the money he received. Farm, online shop, farm shop. Decided to sell organic food. Who is this guy? Former student of the Faculty of History. His relatives are historians and artisans, scientists. Great-grandfather Farmer. Grandfather - oriental sweets manufacturer. His ancestor ... Dara is the hero of another novel "'Jiang' Magic Coin" ... What happens to him? He finds magic coins that have already become a magic entity, he has an all-powerful system. The main character does not immediately use it ... Why should I care? It is interesting. But not at once. Not from the first pages, there is interesting historical information, there is an understanding of everyday life, traditions, oriental subtleties of doing business. Almost reality but in a fantastic wrapper. Pros - good content, many different historical facts about the Silk Road, Eastern Trade, Household reflections on politics and economics, there are interesting ideas for organizing your own business in tourism and farming. Cons - bad form, that is, the text of the novel is rough, grammar and syntax is lame. There are mistakes. Overall assessment of the story if to be objective: Writing Quality - 2 stars Stability of Updates - 4 stars (3-4 times per week from 500 to 3000 words for one chapter) Story Development - 4 stars Character Design - 3 stars World Background - 3 stars Overall result: Who wants to learn new things about farming and about the world after the Cold War, who is interested in the first place content, can be sure that he/she will not waste his/her time in vain. Whoever likes the good form of the syllable, he/she can immediately leave, having pulled his hat, striking his/her horse sideways with spurs, plunge into the depths of the prairie. Tags - Farming, Cooking, Health, Folk Medicine, Magic, History ----------------------------- This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

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Magic ring

- A real nomad must be brave, honest, direct, and not as cunning, rugged as you are, my dear fellow!

- Genus Nine, this is a kind of warriors, brave and courageous, and not cunning like a fox and venomous like a snake!

- Remember this and you will be happy!

"But I, your lordship, a merchant, I must be cunning, plastic, sometimes insidious, otherwise I will not be able to feed my family!"

- Do not be poor, I know that you have five houses, three hiding places full of goods, gold and silver, precious stones. You have a hungry year, do not mine gold!

- Help your poor relatives, distribute food, feed them while the hungry year! I will forgive your arrogance and pride!

- You will deceive me, kick on yourself !!!

"No, how can you, your lordship, I dare not" !!!

- Right! You will deceive the poor traders of the Jia empire and take a profit of 1000 percent !!!

"Your lordship, you are exaggerating, I charge them an honest tax from above in the amount of only 500 percent"? !!!

"Okay, don't deceive me, I don't care about Jia, but don't you dare not give food to your relatives in a hungry year !!! "I hope I don't have to tell you about this a third time!"

- Will you cheat ?! You will be left with nothing! I warned you!!!

"No, what are you, I will not deceive!"

-Ah, you are all such fools, you think smarter than everyone else, let's see what kind of person you really are ?!

The merchant wanted to object, but Dara only smiled, his lips drooping down to the corners. He waved his hand towards the merchant, the leader of the caravan. By silenced him.

- I know what your problem is! Everything!

- Here I give you security beads, there are 108 beads, each will protect you. Total protection for 108 times! - Here is the sign of the black guild, you will need something. Show me on the market. The money changers will help you.

- Here are some pills for your grandfather, let him drink one pill every 7 days. Within 3 months, it will help, start walking. -

Here's an ointment for you, let the grandfather smear his knees every day for a month, every day three times, he will begin to walk better.

"You are your lordship just a wizard!"

(No, everything is simple, at this age, there is a lack of vitamin D, and my legs hurt, most likely my grandfather fell and he has a post-traumatic gannoarthrosis. Here the best analgesics - anesthetic and anti-inflammatory)!

- I am not a magician, all this is a force of nature! Dara said instructively.

- Leave more fruit and go, you will see the khan on the way back, give him a gift from me! Dara gave the box, and there were pills for all types of poison, the most useful gift for the leaders of a large country.

- Let him drink 1 pill once a year, there are 40 of them in total! More in the time of the Middle Ages, the rulers did not live, usually. Dara thought.

- Now, bring the fruit and go, you distract me!

"Your grace, thank you, thank you!" The leader of the caravan brought a large bale of fruit. He began to move backward, thereby expressing great respect for the power plant, apparently a very strong wizard of his kind! He was very lucky to meet him in this steppe! Magic?

Yes, without him in any way ?! But knowledge about the healing properties of nature is a natural healing power, it is much stronger than magic!

This was the case in the world where Dara lived. But this is a different world, here there are other rules that he, Dara, can establish for himself and others. This is great!!!

Another place. Tavern. The pale innkeeper stands to one side.

His knees and hands are trembling. His family is hiding behind him. The guests scatter in fear. A local gang of thugs burst into the door of the tavern. The young owner of the gang took a fancy to the beautiful daughter of the owner of the tavern. And in the center of the hall a fat man was eating rice with stewed vegetables with rapture.

Near him stood 5 giants in expensive black armor on the fat man's shoulder sat an animal of unknown species with a frightening muzzle. Young rakes walked smashing tables, beating visitors, crushing food with their feet. They swore. Their end was over.

... Dara, with a joyful smile, left the tavern ... on the floor of which there was a pile of bodies, 5 soldiers easily scattered everyone. Breaking their heads, hurting them, breaking their arms and legs. Knocking out teeth, gouging out the eyes of some of them. They took the young rake with them, to teach him the knowledge that you cannot do this with delicious food.

Before Dara left, the owner fell to the ground, begging him not to leave him to his fate. He said that new bandits would come and take revenge on him, that he incurred expenses, who would pay for them.

The innkeeper trembled with fear, but did not forget about his benefit. Here is a truly strong spirit of greed, possessed by a profitable person !!!

Despite his fear, he was not afraid to block the path of the one who scattered a whole crowd of bandits! "I asked for protection and money"!

- What is the spirit of greed ?!

- This delights me! His fortitude amazes! The fat man noticed.

Having sunk wide, he threw a gold ingot with incomprehensible runes under the feet of the hostess.

Having said, she will exchange it at the money changer, there is more than enough money to buy a new tavern! There was a badge on the lapel of the fat boy's robe, it was a translator of all languages ​​of four continents, a new translation technology, costing 300 thousand white crystals. Bribe, worked at Obaki Space Center too!

New knowledge, ready-made schemes, scientific and design developments, secrets of the other world, everything could be bought either from the system or from Obaki!

With a wave of his hand, he called, on shaking legs, a beautiful daughter. She trembled, barely moving her legs to the smiling fat man.

He stood on the leg of one of the bandits, and he moaned piteously.

Dara only smiled.

The girl approached, not herself from fear and horror that gripped her vulnerable soul. This fat man was a maniac, what would he do to her? Father ... what will become of him? Father decided to argue with this maniac? !!!!

The fat man unexpectedly intervened in their litigation with the bandits, without saying anything, he beat everyone up, his servants enthusiastically broke their limbs. Saying that this is a humane step, if you let their master deal with the bandits, the bandits will all die and nothing will be left of them.

The animal on the shoulder of the fat boy fell asleep peacefully, and the fat man said that one should not do this with food, reprimanding the bandit over and over again.

And he fainted. Dara was a very addicted person. Therefore, when he fell into a frenzy, he did not notice those around him. So it was with the poor bandit.

Dara, forgot that he was a fat man himself, and even in armor.

The girl held out her hand, expecting that Dara would grab her by her. Terrifying scenes played out in her imagination. The reality was banal and not epithetically outrageous. In her palm lay a small gray badge - a shield and a sword.

In short, show it to the one who comes and the issue will be resolved, and if he does not understand, they will prompt him so that he understands.

The girl did not understand anything.

- Well, maybe they are really stupid, here's a ring for you, there is protection, in short, don't think too much about it!

- As it gets hot, that is, there will be problems, this ring will help you!

Dara, went out, and one of his warriors took the young bandit in an armful and walked out after him like the 4 remaining warriors.

The spies ran as fast as they could to the magistrate, he was the uncle of the young bandit. (Poor magistrate ...).

The ring was not simple. With a barrier of protection 500 meters and three hundred balls of destruction crawled out of it.

This ring could work without recharging energy for 1000 years. The ring could only be worn by the mistress or one of her children. The fat man did craft things without thinking about logic and common sense.