I wonder how many will read this. It is but the words written by a madman lacking sleep. Written only in the middle of the night for extra crazy.

Will this book be read I know not. But I can assure you I am probably mad.


I also wonder how people find this. By accident? Definitely not on purpose. Do they read it and laugh, do they read and say this person is an idiot? I wonder.

Join the adventures of Harith in his daily school life!

the jungle book.... (1894) is a collection of 
stories by the  English author Rudyard Kipling
most of the character are animal such as
shere khan the tiger and balloon the bear 
through a principal character is the boy or 
man club Mowgli who is raised in the jungle India one place mentioned repeatedly is Seine-et-Marne (seonee) in the central state of
Madhya Pradesh


A major theme in the book is abandonment 
followed by  fostering as in the life of Mowgli
echoing Kipling's own childhood the theme is 
echoed in the triumph of protagonists including Rikki - tikki - tavi and the white seal 
over there enimis a as well as Mowgli,s another important theme is law and freedom ,
the stories are not about animal behaviour still less about the darwinian struggle for survival but about human  archetypes  in. animal  from  the teach respect for authority , 
obedience ,and knowing one,s place in society with the low of the jungle but the stories also 
illustrate the freedom to move between different world sach as when Mowgli moves between the jungle and the village .critics have also noted the essential wildness and lawless energies in the stories reflecting the irresponsible side of human nature.


the jungle book has remained popular ,partly
through its many adaptations for film and 
other media. critics such as Swati Singh have 
noted that even critics wary of Kipling for his 
supposed imperialism have admired the power of his storytelling the  book has been 
influential in the scout movement whose founder robert baden _powell was a friend of 
Kipling Percy Grainger composed his jungle book cycle around quotations from 
the book.

    “怎么这么重！”
　　一下子差点就没接住，差点砸了自己的脚！
　　雇主递过来一个生锈的铁皮罐头，做为保镖，那玩样又不是什么炸弹，托马斯-杰克逊当然是下意识的接着。
　　不过杰克逊根本没去想这玩意的重量：就一个和水果罐头差不多大小的东西，就算里边的东西没漏掉，最多也就一两磅到头了。
　　但这玩样至少有个七八磅重！
　　就像个实心铅球。
　　杰克逊的话立刻引起所有人的注意，“老板，这里头有东西！”
　　说着杰克逊把罐头摇晃了一下，“不是水银，是固体。”
　　不愧为保镖，反映过来就先排除可能的危险因素：如果里边是水银，那就会威胁到雇主的安全。
　　张楠笑笑道：“我从探测器回声中就知道里边是什么了，没有危险。”说着对妮可道：“亲爱的妮可小姐，请您为我们揭开这个迷、打开美妙的宝藏好吗?”
　　妮可看了眼张楠，“乐意之至，亲爱的艾伦先生。”
　　一个比一个作！
　　杰克逊将罐头递给妮可：“这东西很重，妮可小姐。”
　　其实这会保镖们心里基本上都有了个大概的猜测：很重、固体，那里边的东西一般跑不出几种可能性。
　　接过拉文递过来的小刀，妮可小心的去掉罐子盖接口四周的铁锈。保镖们也看得聚精会神，没发出一丝声音。
　　其实这个盒子他们用力一拧就能打开，不过看着位美女开罐头的过程，众人也没觉得等不及。
　　一会后，妮可终于搞定了那个盖子，当拧开后，她不禁惊呼一声：“哦，我的天呢！”
　　夏日海滨的阳光下，罐头内一叠叠的金币闪耀着迷人的光芒！
　　妮可一把抱住张楠，激动道：“艾伦，你真是个神奇的家伙！太幸运了，太不可思议了！”
　　说着，还在张楠脸上狠狠亲了两口！
　　大半罐的金币！虽然还没拿出来，但妮可和保镖们能看清最上边的几枚，已经认出那是大名鼎鼎的“摩-根金币”！
　　“好吧，伙计们，今天大概是我的幸运日。有相机吗?这个最好能够记录下来，虽然我没打算立刻卖了这些可爱的小东西。”
　　在美国的私人土地上挖出东西，那它就是属于土地拥有者的，不过作为“古董”，来历清楚些更好，上拍的时候能出高价。
　　而且如果能确定是一处宝藏中出来的东西，价格甚至会比其它传世品还高一点，因为会被冠以“某某宝藏”之名。
　　有些西方收藏者就好这一口！而且美国的收藏文化和华夏有很大不同，因为不同的文化背景、短的可怜的历史，很多能在美国收藏圈子里卖出高价的东西，在华夏同行眼里一文不值！
　　比如一条在美国西部旧仓库或者旧矿山坑道内发现的19世纪有商标的破牛仔裤，在华夏藏家眼里基本属于一文不值、当拖地抹布都嫌脏的东西，在美国甚至能卖出几万美元！
　　同样，美国藏家有时候也难以理解华夏藏家的爱好：你两个大核桃就要几十万人民币，搞什么呢?
　　保镖的车内还真有相机，大概这也是工作需要。
　　干了差不多半辈子警察的安东尼-戴维斯客串摄影师，他了解这种情况下该拍摄哪些照片做为备用。
　　张楠怎么会想到要在新买的小庄园里探宝?
　　2014年，张楠在网上看到过这样一篇报道：美国纽约长岛一对不愿透露姓名的夫妇，在自家院子里无意中挖出了深藏于地下多年的1427枚19世纪古金币，价值高达1千万美元，这还极有可能是美国历史上出土的最有价值的一批古金币。
　　报道称，这对居住于长岛的中年夫妇，2013年2月带着自家的宠物狗在院子里散步，无意中发现一颗老树的影子下方似乎有东西，于是便挖出了1847年至1894年间，面额分别为5美元、10美元和20美元的8罐保存完好的金币！
　　尽管这些金币的面额价值总共只有2.7万美元，但由于其非常罕见，某几枚金币的市场价几乎达到一枚百万美元！
　　当时网络上虽然没有透露那对夫妇是谁、具体地地址，但附属有几张照片：其中一张露出个很有特色的屋檐，另一张是几个铁罐子一字排开，放在被挖开的一个浅坑边的一条长石凳上。
　　大概什么“不愿意透露姓名”这些只是报道的噱头，保密工作其实做的并不好。
　　也许那对夫妇就根本不需要保密--这是当时看到报道时张楠的猜想。
　　如今他明白了这是为什么：能拥有这样一处豪宅的人，挖这么点东西还真不需要去刻意保密。
　　也就值个2013年这座房子的房价。
　　至于那对夫妇怎么发现的?这些金币是谁埋下的?
　　狗狗刨出来的?重修花园把上边二十来公分的泥土去掉了?
　　几十年前酿私酒的埋的?
　　或是更早之前某个人的不义之财……
　　这些问题其实对张楠毫无意义，他只是喜欢迷人的黄金和那些圆圆的钱币而已。
　　当今天张楠看房子时，就感觉这个小庄园的主体建筑似曾相识，总觉得怪怪的。研究好一会，才将那个很有特色的屋檐、石凳和那些记忆中某些照片上的金币结合起来。
　　这件事可没记录在自己的密码本里，完全就是件凑巧。
　　毫不犹豫买下房子，反正这里自个也喜欢，而且还可能今天就把购房款给赚回来，何乐而不为呢?
　　……
　　拍完了照片，保镖们对新雇主都刮目相看了：整整八罐金币，绝对几百万！
　　“这有钱人来钱都这么容易吗?”
　　这不科学呀！
　　有照片做底，张楠在房子客厅里就把金币倒在一块旧窗帘上清点起来。
　　一共1427枚，绝大部分是20美元面值的“摩-根金币”，和记忆中的一样。
　　所有金币保存完好，就像新的一样，只有部分在表面沾有些铁锈和渗漏的泥土污渍，不过一擦就亮。
　　按照年份和币值分门别类，绝大部分都是20美元面值的金币，其中又以1894年这一年份数量最大，有200多枚。
　　张楠没有去清洗或特意擦拭这些金币，将这些金币用长卷卫生纸折叠隔开包装，对妮可道：“明天我联系一下，交给专业的评级机构，全评级密封透明盒子保存。”
　　不多久活就干完了，将几十公斤金币放进两个房子里找来的小箱子内，保镖们打算将东西放进防弹车内。
　　快5点了，那个看门人快回来了。
　　张楠从兜里掏出四枚20美元面值的1894年摩-根金币，给了四名保镖一人一枚。
　　“今天运气不错，一人一个拿着玩。”
　　杰克逊等人也没拒绝，这能算是雇主给的奖金：这样一枚保存完好的1894年20美元面值金币，这会估计价值在3000至5000美元之间。
　　到了车上，等车开动后，妮可看着脚下的两个箱子，道：“不对呀，怎么没我的份?”
　　张楠一听这话，不知道是不是想到了下午的那俩个吻--这会看着妮可那副想着金币怎么没她份的懵逼像，伸手搂住了佳人，吻了上去……

一个古董商人兼古玩藏家带着几十年的从业经验，回到80年代中期自己年轻时。然后，他发现想要找好藏品是如此简单；至于发财？不好意思，还得一步步来......qq群号 424089826，欢迎加入。（血蝠自《苏联英雄》后六年，我回来了。这些年一直在兼做古玩生意，所以这书还是比较贴近现实的，望书友支持。）


Pagomaris strode forward, in the lead for the first time since we stepped off the platform below, and genuflected so deeply to the thrones before her I'm positive her nose touched the stone. She then turned and smiled at me, body vibrating with joy.
"Bow now before our High and Noble Rulers," she said in a voice throbbing with emotion. "His Royal Highness, Prince Vandelarius, Ruler of the Second Seat, Demon Lord of Milanseme, Carrier of the Sacred Shroud, Lord Master General of the Guard..."
She went on so long I felt my brain going numb.
I know, Sassy sent. Tiresome, aren't they? Your grandmother's titles could fill a thousand paged book, so get that glaze out of your eyes and listen up.
Smartass cat.
Pagomaris finally wound down, adding one last title about a Glorious Chalice of something or another before she turned and bowed herself to the demon on the smaller throne.
It sat just below my grandmother's, to the left side, not quite as grand. In it slumped a portly demon who appeared to be in his late twenties, though I was well aware demon ages were very deceptive. More likely he was a couple of thousand years old.
1894, I think, Sassy sent.
Nitpicker.
My point was, despite all the fancy-schmancy titles he carried around with him, Vandelarius seemed frumpy and more than a little petulant, his elaborate robe crumpled in his lap, dirty boot bobbing over his crossed knee. His amber eyes sunk into his face, peering pig-like over his rounded cheeks, thick lips almost grossly so. His black hair had thinned, leaving him a severe widow's peak, scalp shining through the carefully combed remains.
By the way, Sassy sent. You should probably bow right about now.
What? I glanced around, so focused on my observations I missed the fact everyone else was on their knee. Dad glanced up at me, a little grin pulling his lips, but I figured I'd better conform just in case.
It sucked and I hated bowing right away. But I did it, if only for Dad.
I rose with the rest of the demons as Pagomaris turned with another huge smile.
He's Harry's brother-in-law, Sassy said while the aide beamed all around. Married to his sister.
My uncle. Okay then.
Watch him. Sassy's voice hissed in my mind as Pagomaris began to introduce my grandmother.
Got to love family.
"And now, all hail our Most Noble and Righteous Ruler, First Seat Ahbi Sanghamitra, Glorious Leader of all Demonicon, Salvation of..."
Um, yeah. Booooring.
A yawn began in the back of my throat and crawled its way up to my mouth as Pagomaris went on and on and bloody on until I found myself clamping my lips together to keep the damned thing in, eyes watering as the yawn crested and finally left me.
If this was what life here was like, I was happy to go home.
My eyes kept wandering, over the assembled watchers, my demon family, to Vandelarius and his clear disregard for the ceremony of it all as he scratched absently under his robe and didn't bother to hide his own yawn, mouth gaping every two minutes or so, showing the black depths of his throat and the golden molars way in the back.
Made it hard to hold back my own yawns with him shoving it in my face. As for my grandmother, I didn't really think staring at her would be the best course of action considering how everyone treated her, so I only caught glimpses as my gaze flickered to her over and over again, forming a final picture while Pagomaris finally wound down.
One thing, my grandmother was a very large woman. Not in fat, in stature. She had to stand at least as tall as Dad, if not taller, her wide shoulders a challenge to his own. Her stern face was rock-like, faintly lined, the first older demon I'd ever seen. Carefully coiffed steel-silver hair wound around her head and cascaded in perfect coils over her shoulders, falling over her massively spectacular robe and trailing down the seat to swing softly near her feet. Her eyes were the same penetrating amber of all demons, but I sensed a hardness to her making me think she was way more effigy than demon.
She didn't twitch, barely seemed to breathe the entire time, large hands clamped onto the arm rests of her throne, beak-like nose curved downward over lips thinned to a straight line. If it weren't for my previous experience, for the danger I'd endured and survived, I might have been afraid of her.
Okay. Was a little. But it wasn't like she planned to bite me. Not that anyone mentioned.
Come to think of it, how much did I know about demon culture? Was biting involved?
Syd. Get a grip.
At least the stares and whispers served me well. The more the gathered family judged me, the angrier I grew. My demon was happy to hum her dissatisfaction with present circumstances, though she was as fearful of my grandmother as I was. Shaylee stayed out of it, though I wasn't sure if on purpose or not. She felt muffled inside me, as though being on the demon plane held her back. I hadn't noticed last time, but then I was focused on saving Dad so it was likely I wouldn't have.
As for the vampire essence, she lay coiled in my heart, as usual, observing. She hadn't so much as whispered to me in the last few months, content to exist within me. Even visits from Uncle Frank and Sunny didn't rouse her much, though they still suffered from a bit of attraction to me because of her presence. I hadn't seen Sebastian and worried he was avoiding me for the same reason.
So my demon and I it was. Good enough. We could handle things, especially now I knew I wasn't allowed to use my other magicks anyway.
I snapped back to reality from my wandering thoughts to find my eyes locked on my grandmother's. She stared back, cold and empty, but this time I wasn't scared. She reminded me of Charlotte when the weregirl was in guard mode.
Good then. Pull your attempt at being creepy and hard assed, Nanny-mine. I could take it.
Pagomaris bowed again to the thrones before backing away, still nearly prone, a creepy display reminding me of a giant metal spider. She didn't rise until she was almost to us. Before she could speak again, Sassafras darted forward, leaping up the three stairs to my grandmother's throne and hopping up into her lap.
A smile. Was it? Could that concrete face really smile? One huge hand lifted from its place on the throne, almost as if a statue come to life, and she stroked his fur with amusement pulling her lips upward.
"Sassafras," she said, voice deep, but very feminine. "How delightful to see you, dear boy."
He began to purr, the sound of it carrying even as his demon magic reached me, woven into his own personal song. "Ahbi," he said.
Gasps of shock. Clearly her first name wasn't the best choice of address. Even Pagomaris blanched, paling under her red-tinted skin.
But my grandmother laughed, a booming echo, still gently stroking his fur.
"Welcome home, boy," she said as her eyes lifted to me.
So she had a heart. Somewhere inside her, anyway. And now, thanks to Sass, I knew it.
You're welcome, he sent in a very tight thread. But don't get cocky. She'll crush you like a bug.
I was sure he was full of it, but why risk it?
Because she gave me reason to.
"Approach, Meira, daughter of Haralthazar, Demon Prince of the Second Plane." My grandmother didn't gesture, face falling again into a cold mask.
My sister moved ahead without a sound or hesitation while my blood began a slow burn.
Um, she was much more than Dad's daughter. Much more. The group surrounding us laughed behind their hands, as if aware of the slight. Coldness I could handle. Arrogance when it came to my lineage?
She had another freaking thing coming.
Any fear I'd felt, any residual concern, melted like cheap wax under the rumble of my rising temper. Even my demon joined me, snapping fire through my body until I was rigid with it.
Two could play this game, oh yeah. As Meira bowed to our grandmother and accepted whatever platitude the old demon offered, I ran over my plan in my head until it was perfect.
I quivered inside, but stood a statue myself on the outside when Meira finally backed away and my grandmother fixed me once again with a gaze like steel.
Let's see how she liked a taste of her own medicine.
They wanted scandal? Something to gasp at? I was more than happy to deliver.
Before she could say a word, I stepped forward and opened my big mouth.

***



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***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014***
Her mom's a witch. 
Her dad's a demon.
And she just wants to be ordinary.
 
I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me.
 
Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds.
 
Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic.

If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

Great-Grandma listened to the undercurrent underwater and looked at her great-grandson strangely. At first, the employees of the company said that he was a trouble magnet but she didn't believe it entirely. Although it sounded weird, the demon descendants community did not lack this kind of strange ability.
She had been in this world for many years and has encountered several interesting examples.
Li Wuxiang's father had ventured in the world and did everything from cheating to kidnapping, and even went grave robbing. He once met a very interesting colleague and learned that no matter how big and small the tombs were, as long as he went down, he would certainly attract vengeful spirits and zombies, which made no sense. But if he didn't go down to the tomb, everything would be at peace, just like how it would be like if ordinary people went down to tombs.
Lightning King said that there was a girl with a strange physique in Baoze headquarters. Any man she liked would become scum. It was jokingly referred to as a physique that would attract douchebags. 
During this period of experience, she gradually believed that her great-grandson was truly a trouble magnet. The most external expression of this physique, manifested in the form as wherever he was, whatever he did, where there is trouble, things will get worse.
Li Xianyu switched on the flashlight and flashed it at the surface of the water. He clearly saw a huge shadow swimming through the bottom of the water but quickly disappeared. A few seconds later, an undercurrent surged at the bottom of the ship, and the huge force directly overturned the fishing boat.
"Screw it!" Li Xianyu roared. He grabbed the shield device that had already been prepared in his left hand, and pulled out the knife from his waist with his right hand, and dived into the water.
Great-Grandma followed closely behind.
The river was cold and the undercurrents buzzed in his ear.
Li Xianyu opened his eyes, looked around in the water, and saw a huge shadow in the distance. He slapped himself on the shoulder twice, facing Great-Grandma, who swung her legs and rode on Li Xianyu's neck, her shapely long legs clinging to his neck.
If Li Xianyu's head turned 180 degrees back, it would be a famous posture: Utter Confusion.
Great-Grandma raised her buttocks slightly, and made a posture to lunge. Her feet pushed hard in his chest, as her petite body rushed out in an instant, forming a bunch of bubbles underwater.
Li Xianyu flew backwards, the bones in his sternum shattered and pierced his heart. Great-Grandma's legs were terrifying and could truly strangle people to death.
He climbed onto the boat in embarrassment and rowed in the direction of the monster and Great-Grandma, taking the opportunity to recover.
After chasing for five minutes, he saw Great-Grandma standing on the ridge at the foot of the mountain, squatting on the ground, frowning in contemplation.
Li Xianyu jumped ashore and towed the boat to the ridge of the field. He then ran to Great-Grandma. "Did you lose it?"
"Yep." Great-Grandma nodded. It was nothing embarrassing to fail to catch up with an aquatic foreign species in the water. "It was hurt by me, ran ashore, and went into the mountain along the ridge of the field."
Li Xianyu looked down and his pupils contracted. The footprints of the monster were imprinted on the soft mud, and were about 20 centimeters long. It had the width of a palm and was wide in front and narrow behind. He could not see what the footprints were.
But as he expected, it was not aquatic, but amphibious.
"Did you see it clearly? What is it?" Li Xianyu asked, and immediately noticed a tail beside Great-Grandma's feet, which was more than half a meter long. "What is this?"
"Rat!" Great-Grandma squatted on the ground, looked up and said, "Eww… Disgusting, a rat the size of a buffalo. This shitty town is full of rats. It's really uncomfortable."
"Rat?!" Li Xianyu was taken aback.
Looking at this footprint, one could imagine the size of the rat.
At this moment, the information that he had seen was re-emerging in his mind. The damage at the bottom of the boat were deep, narrow and penetrating. If they were rats, that could be explained. Their teeth were very good at gnawing holes, and that reptile's mouth could not have caused such damage. Rats could swim. But there were rats this big?
Li Xianyu was no longer an illiterate rookie. He had dealt with the five foreign species families in Northeast China and had seen photos of their humanoid and original forms. With the exception of snakes, most foreign species did not have exaggerated body changes. The current owner of the Hui family was a black rat about the size of a cat.
But the tail that was at Great-Grandma's feet, which was thick, long and round, was clearly the tail of a rat. It was too recognizable. Even if it was magnified hundreds of times, it would not change the fact that it was the tail of a rat.
"Let's catch up and have a look." Li Xianyu and Great-Grandma followed the footprints of the rat monster to the mountain. He grabbed his mobile phone and called the owner of the Hui family.
"Hmm, you can still use your phone?" Great-Grandma asked in a cute and crisp voice.
Li Xianyu heard her tone and his heart sank immediately. "Don't tell me yours is useless."
Great-Grandma nodded hard and said, "Yep, I just dropped it in the water."
"I thought I asked you to put your phone in your wallet in advance."
"I forgot."
"Bullshit, you just want to take the opportunity to change your mobile phone. You are just cheating me when I'm distracted."
"Hehe."
"Hehe my ass."
The phone was connected, and the owner of the Hui family said, "Hee what? May I know who this is?"
Li Xianyu coughed. "It's me, Li Xianyu."
The other party's tone immediately changed, with a trace of flattery mixed with respect. "It's late, what can I do for you?"
Li Xianyu liked to deal with rats very much because they were good at flattery and there were no lack of compliments around them. The fox was cunning. The snake was cold and the rat was cunning… Each had its own characteristics.
"Well, there's something I'd like to ask. Are there any members as big as cattle in your Hui family?"
"As big as a cow?" The Hui family master murmured, "Do they have red eyes that are perpetually scarlet and shining bright?"
Li Xianyu looked at Great-Grandma. She nodded slightly. He said, "I'm not clear whether it's always bright, but it did have red eyes."
The owner of the Hui family suddenly realized. "Oh, that's not from our Hui family."
"Not a rat?"
"We are of the same species, but it's not from our Hui family," the owner of the Hui family said. "There are two kinds of foreign species cultivation. One is to open up spiritual wisdom which is instructed by wise people, so that we can practice spirit and cultivate. This road is the right way, but not all the foreign species have the capital like us, they may not be able to touch the threshold of qi cultivation in their whole lives, so there is another way to practice: devour the same kind."
"The more one devours the same kind, the more powerful the qi and blood, but because of the perpetual hunting and massacre, their qi and blood are always raging, and their red pupil will never vanish. Their body will grow bigger and bigger, but their intelligence will not improve and they remain ignorant beasts."
The owner of the Hui family said, "We generally do not disdain to associate with this kind of people, as our intelligence quotient is not at the same level, so we certainly cannot be friends."
There was only one way to evolve, and that was to evolve towards intelligence.
The billions of years of evolution of the Earth had given the answer.
Realization dawned on Li Xianyu suddenly. He heard his statement just a month ago. His roommate Xiao Huang was targeted by a Japanese kappa, which had a pair of red pupils, and was extremely chilling. Lightning King's words at that time were the same as those of the owner of the Hui family.
The owner of the Hui family owner hesitated. "If it didn't commit a capital crime, can you lend me a favor? The Demons Alliance has recently suffered huge losses and needs to replenish its talents. We, the Hui family, can lead it to the right path."
"You're ugly, but you are optimistic," Li Xianyu spat. "And let it harm the people of Northeast China again?"
"That's harsh. Although our Hui family members are omnivores, but we basically do not eat people. People do not taste as good as steak… Of course, our favorite is melon seeds. Give us a few tons of melon seeds, and we don't have to go out for half a month. Besides, now that the Demons Alliance has restored order, harmonious development is the right way."
The new Minister of Fengtian was the God of Fire, one of the ten gods of Baoze. His temper was terrible and powerful. There was a saying that a new official had three fires, where one was burned in the Wu family, and one fire was burned in the Demons Alliance. 
The God of Fire fought the new alliance leader straight and the new alliance leader lost by a slight margin. Thus, in this period of time, the Demons Alliance had been very amenable and obedient.
"We'll see." Li Xianyu hung up the phone because they had lost the creature.
At the foot of the mountain, there were dilapidated stone steps leading to the mountain. The night was dark, and the grass and wood on both sides are deep. The silhouette of the thick branches crisscrossed like ghosts, quietly waiting for passers-by to throw themselves into the net.
Li Xianyu hesitated slightly, then climbed the mountain with Great-Grandma. The stone steps were worn and shattered, and weeds grew between the stone seams. The mountain was not tall and they reached the top in ten minutes with their speed.
As they turned the corner, in front of the pine forest shelter, there was a dilapidated temple.
This temple was built with green brick and they were very old bricks. It was supposed to have a temple door, but it has long been rotten, so the door was open.
The whole temple gave the impression that it was out of repair, but it was not entirely destroyed. The temple was covered with dust, and the fallen leaves outside the temple are everywhere. It was clear that this place had been abandoned for many years.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
In the silent mountain, they stepped on the fallen leaves up the steps and entered the ancient temple, with dilapidated signboard hanging at the gate of the temple. There were traditional Chinese characters on the signboard: Temple of the Cat Deity. It probably had been written in gold gilded words in the past.
As they walked into the temple, there was a god statue in the center that was sculpted from clay. It was a god statue with a cat head and a human body. The body of the statue was full of dust and cracks.
It was clearly a temple that survived on offerings, but combined with a desolate and dilapidated environment, it gave people a sense of gloom in the middle of the night.
Li Xianyu's flashlight illuminated the room where the wall was peeling. There was a thin piece of merit book on each side of the statue. The left wooden merit book records the name and amount of the donor who built the temple. The story of the Cat Deity was recorded on the right.
Li Xianyu blew off the dust and read carefully. As it was written in traditional characters, it was tiring to read.
"In 1894, the rat spirit wreaked havoc, driving rats to swallow grain, causing pestilence, and the suffering of the people…"
Li Xianyu muttered, "Hah." The deeds written in the merit book were not quite the same as those said by Old Man Zhang. It stated directly that the rat spirit wreaked havoc and it was not just rat pestilence.
At that time, the world was not peaceful, so evils dominated. The cat town was not called cat town in the past but called Huangshui Town. A rat spirit had appeared near Huangshui Town then. It not only hurt the people, but also drove rats to destroy crops and affected the harvest of the people. 
There was already a lack of supplies and everyone's life is not rich. This made life even more difficult. The deadliest thing was that there was a plague and a lot of people died.
Those who had the ability went into the city, or moved to other places. However, poor people continued to suffer from starvation and disease, life was hopeless.
"Great-Grandma, is the rat spirit recorded here the one we met?" Li Xianyu asked.
There was no doubt. Rat pestilence occurred in the town again, but times are different. The plague was not as terrible as people have rich materials and developed medical care, so it was not as disastrous as before.
"No," Great-Grandma insisted, but did not explain. "What next, what does it say?"
"It says that then, a divine cat came to the town. Where the divine cat went, the rats dared not come out. Since then, the residents have set up a temple on the mountain, and it has become the mountain god of this mountain. The people worship it every year, and there will be a good harvest in the coming year, and they no longer worried about rat infestation."
"What happened at that time does not look like a mere legend. Now that the rat spirit is here, Great-Grandma, do you think there will really be a divine cat on the mountain?" Li Xianyu smiled.
"If there is really a divine cat on the mountain, would the rat spirit in the river run into this mountain?"
"Haha, that's true too." Li Xianyu scratched his head. "It seems to be a legend," he said. "That's right. When a rat spirit appears twice in one place, it's obviously not normal."
He was very interested in these folklore, but most of them were fake.
If the legend was true, it meant that the two rat spirits had appeared in the cat town, which was unusual and almost impossible in probability. First of all, this was just an ordinary town, and there was no foreign species family like the Northeast Hui Family nearby.
The probability of two rat spirits in Cat Town in a few decades is the same as if you found money twice in the same place. And it had to be in wild mountains.
"Why do I have a bad feeling?" Li Xianyu scratched his head.
Meow meow meow ~
At this time, in the night outside the temple, there was a faint cry of a cat.


When Li Xianyu was 20 years old, he received his father's inheritance, an 18-year-old great-grandmother who was incredibly beautiful. 

Li Xianyu: "Great-Grandma, why are you so young?"

Great-Grandma: "That's because I died when I was 18 years old."

Li Xianyu: Σ( っ° д°;)っ

7On July 12, 1887, it was a memorable day when Ferdinand Maximilian Karl Leopold Maria was crowned at the Palace of Vrana and became the Grand Duke of Bulgaria.
Thanks to Ferdinand's painstaking management, the ceremony is more beautiful than in history, and at least the guests who participate will have more weight.
Emperor Edward of the British Empire, Rudolph of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, King of Greece, etc. all came to the ceremony in person, demonstrating the support attitude of the powers.
Jeffrey Dinard's goal was achieved. With the help of external forces, the time was used to deter the various factions in Bulgaria and lay the foundation for subsequent reforms.
Bulgaria has excellent natural conditions, with various terrains such as mountains, hills, and plains. Lakes and rivers are vertical and horizontal. The main rivers are the Danube and Maricha.
Plutonium is also poor in natural resources. The main mineral deposits are coal, lead, zinc, copper, iron, uranium, manganese, chromium, mineral salts and a small amount of oil.
"In general, it is suitable for the novice period. It has been ruled by Ottoman for a long time. It has just gained independence. There are no big nobles and big capitalists in the country. The development was very good at the beginning, but the potential is not great!" Although Ferdinand had prepared for a long time, he still Can't help commenting.
"Stambolov, what's your good suggestion on the appointment and removal of personnel?" Ferdinand asked calmly
Stambolov, Bulgarian politician and strong prime minister (1887-1894), is regarded as Bulgaria's Bismarck.
学习 Study at the seminary in Odessa from 1870 to 1872. In the early years, he participated in the underground revolutionary movement against Bulgarian rule in Bulgaria.
1875 and 1876 led small anti-Turkish uprisings. Bulgaria gained self-government in 1878, and he was elected to the newly formed parliament. In 1884, he served as speaker.
After the abdication of Grand Duke Alexander I in 1886, he shattered Russian interference and supported Prince Ferdinand of Saxony-Coburg-Gotha as the Grand Duke of Bulgaria.
After the new Grand Duke took office, he organized the cabinet. During his administration, he continued to oppose Russia, maintain diplomatic relations with Turkey, and expand Bulgaria's sphere of influence in Macedonia.
He used horror to deal with the anti-Cyber ​​conspiracy and mutiny in succession. Grand Prince Ferdinand I regained his monarchy and was forced to resign as Prime Minister (May 31, 1894).
Jeff Ferdinand has no plan to change people. He has just ascended the throne. Now the most important thing is to stabilize the situation and there is no suitable candidate.
"Master, after careful consideration, this is a list of cabinet members and main government officials, please look over it." Stambolov said as he handed in the documents.
"Well, okay, that's it! Let them take office as soon as possible! Next week you will have a cabinet meeting, and you have to come up with a policy agenda. Now you can leave, I need to rest." Ferdinand was dissatisfied with the order.
"Co-authors now want to be a minister, and it's too anxious! At least you must be able to face it, and provide a few more candidates! All are settled, and Lao Tzu is a rubber stamp!" Ferdinand secretly thought
Uh ...
"Bulgarian development also has advantages. First: there are no strong industrial competitors, the industrial base is relatively poor, and it can completely monopolize operations, and the government has almost no trouble. Second: I have a lot of money, and now there is no technical blockade. Say, you can get the technology you want! "
"The government still wants them to develop agriculture vigorously! What industry to play, now is still waiting for loans to pay wages! Yes, we still need to develop education, but now it is better to use literacy classes, the spirit encourages patriotic youth to spread cultural knowledge, Just a reward and save a lot ... "Ferdinand is busy planning
"Prince, the cabinet ministers have already arrived. Are you waiting for the hall to start the meeting?" The attendant reminded
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Uh ...
"Interrupt, Mr. Stambolov" Ferdinand spoke.
好的 "Okay, Grandpa, let's say it!" Stambolov said with some dissatisfaction
"Mr. Stambolov, how did this plan come about? How many people are there in Bulgaria? How many of them are agricultural and industrial? How is education? The distribution of domestic resources?" Nan politely exposed the problems, gave Stam a dismissal, and rejected the empty plan.
"This ~~ Dear Grand Duke, Bulgaria now has a population of 3.1045 million, most of whom are agricultural, education, and distribution of domestic resources. These are not counted. Well, I admit that this plan has been done in a hurry. Stambolov paused and said
"It seems that there are not a few simple historical figures, and they have responded so quickly," Ferdinand thought. He did say: "Mr. Prime Minister, we must be responsible to the Bulgarian people, we must understand the actual situation and we are formulating a governance program!"
"I approve the matter of personnel salary! Others call back to redo, big industrial plan, hell, I have never heard of any industry in Bulgaria. UU reading www.uukanshu.com specifically understand it!"
"From the perspective of population structure, I suggest that you focus on developing agriculture first. We must consider the interests of the majority of people! There is also education reform. We must focus on science, and we can also establish literacy classes. Industrial development, first find out The distribution of resources, making plans tailored to local conditions, there is no big industrial plan like this, I don't want to see it again! "
"Sorry, Honorable Grand Duke, let's go back and redo right away!" Stambolov said with his head down.
Stambolov, dizzy and beaten by Ferdinand, the carefully prepared plan is worthless, and there is no way to refute it.
斐 In Ferdinand's view, the Bulgarian government is now almost the same as the Alliance in Xinghai. A group of idealists can boast about it. The specific policy strategy is completely in the white stage.
"Go, gentlemen, you have worked hard for the future of Bulgaria!" Seeing the cabinet headed by Stam bowed his head, of course Ferdinand knew he would take it.
"For Bulgaria!" A few people who were still dejected just now became energetic.
"Fight for Bulgaria!"
Uh ...
"Well, yes, patriotic youths are so good!" Looking at this group of cabinet members whose average age is not more than 35 years old, Ferdinand retorted.
The Stambolov government was evaluated by later generations as a police terrorist regime. They received the support of a part of the emerging bourgeoisie, and they were completely on the side of the bourgeoisie, vigorously promoting factories and trade.
The peasants and workers occupying the vast majority are excluded, and the basis of their governance is very weak.
Most missionaries, and some intellectuals, including some petty bourgeoisie, oppose the government's aggressive anti-Russian policy.

A history of the birth of the Bulgarian Empire, a history of struggle in the small Balkan nations! The protagonist crosses Ferdinand I, leading Bulgaria’s rise.

A reasonably deductive essay without brain damage! A must-see for history parties, foreign history lovers are not to be missed!





(translated chinese novel)

don't read this I'm just spamming some shit for a badge

A man fell to his death after trying to take a dangerous selfie in Tokyo Tower, he got reincarnated (somehow) to the world of Against the Gods, along with his phone, which also carries an extra 'feature'.

　　棱皮龟都回来了，那夏天还远吗？
　　秦时鸥乐观的想着，转身搂着薇妮抚摸着她光滑的肌肤，美好的夜晚就开始了。
　　五一国际劳动节，但和加拿大无关。
　　加拿大的劳动节不是在五月一日，而是每年9月的第一个星期一，美国的劳动节也是这个日子。
　　早上秦时鸥晨跑回来后就打开电视看新闻，他要学习薇妮，通过新闻多多接触外面的世界，不能老是生活在自己的小渔场里。
　　作为一位渔场主竟然不认识国家的渔业部部长，秦时鸥觉得自己要反思一下了，过去一年他住在渔场里，名义上说自己是在享受生活，其实有点关闭自己的交际了。
　　但早间新闻没什么意思，竟然蛋疼的在那里介绍劳动节，原来是多伦多的一些员工举行游行示威，要求加拿大也实行五月一日过劳动节的规则。
　　秦时鸥本来觉得莫名其妙，哪天过劳动节有什么区别，又不是过圣诞节。
　　往下看他就明白了，加拿大大多数人都是移民，他们以前所在的国家都是五一过劳动节，这样劳动节是休息日，他们可趁机回老家探亲或者接老家的亲戚朋友过来团聚。
　　可现在加拿大的劳动节休息日和大多数国家是不一样的，很多人和朋友、亲戚的假日合不到一起，自然就没法团聚了。
　　加拿大是一个年轻的国家，很多节日都是后面慢慢形成的，不过劳动节出现的比较早，诞生于1894年，这节日确确实实是工人自己争取来的。
　　早在1872年，多伦多的印刷工人罢工，希望能一周工作54小时。当时，根据加拿大总督的命令，任何工会组织都被当作是非法的，工会组织者会被关进了监狱。
　　这引发了工人们的愤怒，一万多工人举行游行示威，迫使当时总理John-A.-Macdonald-废除了反工会法并释放了工会组织者。
　　工人们的斗争没有结束，他们又举行了第二次大罢工，要求通过9小时工作制，政府坚决不同意，工人们就坚决斗争。这场斗争持续了很久，最终变成了每年举行一次的运动。
　　到了1894年，加拿大当时的总理约翰-汤普森索性将9月的第一个星期一定为劳动节，因为连续多年每年的这一天工人们就会举行游行。
　　了解了加拿大劳动节和国际劳动节的一些隐秘故事，秦时鸥就果断关掉了电视，他更了解加拿大了，然而这貌似并没有什么卵用，他还是不知道渔业部副部长之类是谁。
　　按照约定的时间，五月份出产渔获，巴特勒给他一个结果，如果巴特勒愿意做渠道商，那秦时鸥就将渔获处理给他，如果他不愿意，那就从圣约翰斯的海鲜市场开始拓展。
　　上午，秦时鸥正在吃着水果看NBA的重播，门外虎子豹子忽然吼叫了起来。
　　他以为是巴特勒来了，结果出门一看，是几个不认识的白人站在大门外，气质都不错，不像是推销员之类。
　　吹了个口哨，虎子豹子闭上嘴摆着尾巴跑到他身后，秦时鸥迎上去问道：“嗨，先生们，你们是？”
　　领头的中年白人热情的伸出手问道：“您好，我们来自荷兰，是梵高博物馆的工作人员，请问您是秦先生吗？”
　　“是的。”秦时鸥和他握手，疑惑梵高博物馆的人来找自己干嘛。
　　不过出于礼貌，他还是将一行四人带进了别墅，给他们端上了咖啡。
　　领头白人自我介绍道：“很冒昧的打扰您了，秦先生，我是梵高博物馆的馆长德拉博迪-杨-巴克，这些是我的同事，我们特意来拜访您一下。”
　　秦时鸥满头雾水，就也做了自我介绍，然后询问这些人来的目的是什么。
　　巴克没有直接回答他的问题，而是夸赞起了他的渔场，秦时鸥苦笑不已，难道梵高博物馆这些人想以自己渔场为原型做一幅画？这可以，画的好了他还可以花钱购买，裱起来挂墙上装逼也行。
　　荷兰人绕圈子，秦时鸥也跟着绕，反正这是他家，他有的是时间。
　　从渔场聊到体育、从饮食聊到风俗，这些荷兰人还是没有切入主题。
　　后面秦时鸥有些不耐烦了，巴克终于说到了重点，问道：“秦先生，请问您有一幅梵高先生的画作是吗？《蒙马儒的日落》？”
　　一听这话，秦时鸥脑海里猛然划过一道闪电，他一下子想了起来，之前小布莱克好像给他说过，说荷兰的梵高博物馆曾派人和他接洽，希望他们将梵高的画作捐献给博物馆，说什么物归原主。
　　当时秦时鸥没放在心上，现在看到这些人，他一下子想了起来，下意识的问道：“我确实有这幅画，但你们不会是打算说服我将这幅画捐献给你们吧？”
　　巴克笑道：“不，怎么会呢？那幅画现在是您的，我们怎么可能让您免费捐献给博物馆？是这样的，我们是想要买下那幅画，价格好商量。”
　　秦时鸥有些尴尬了，人家是来买画的啊，可是自己把画已经答应卖给阿费夫了，而且交易都进行到付款阶段，好像再把画要回来不太好吧？
　　看秦时鸥不说话，巴克以为等着自己报价，就说道：“秦先生，请问您能不能报一下价格？如果可以，我们想将那幅画收回去。”
　　秦时鸥只好问道：“请问你们打算出多少钱？”
　　巴克委婉的说道：“我们博物馆主要是公益性质，所以盈利性不太好，资金不是很充裕——您看五百万加元怎么样？”
　　秦时鸥傻乎乎的眨眨眼，反问道：“你说多少？五百万？还是加元？”
　　巴克微笑道：“是的，这是我们能动用的最多资金，我知道这个价格不太合理，但希望您能为公益事业做一些贡献，送《蒙马儒的日落》回家，让更多的人能够见到梵高先生的伟大创作。”
　　秦时鸥有些无语，我一个俗人你跟我时候公益事业？真做公益的话我也做，捐款没问题，可价值五千万美元的油画，你要我五百万加元卖给你们，这是有点不尊重我吧？
　　秦时鸥反而觉得当时小布莱克的处境好一点，他宁愿这些人别开口报价，直接说想要让自己看在情怀的份上捐献这幅画更好，这一报价，情怀和利润都没了……(未完待续。如果您喜欢这部作品，欢迎您来起点（qidian.com）投推荐票、月票，您的支持，就是我最大的动力。手机用户请到m.qidian.com阅读。)

　　爱蓝天，爱绿树，更爱波澜浩瀚的大海。
　　浅海鱼，深海鱼，龙虾还有大海蟹，吃货的世界怎么能少了海鲜？
　　快艇，游艇，海钓艇，还有巡航艇，其实豪华游轮才是王道。
　　家里养着棕熊、白熊和浣熊，渔场还有海豚、白鲸和海獭，神马海狸、黑足雪貂、格陵兰小海豹，我的渔场应有尽有！
　　没事闲坐钓鱼台，呼朋唤友赌珍珠。
　　开上游艇逛七海，沉船宝藏我来捞。
　　大家好，我是秦时鸥，我用笔记录我在加拿大渔场的悠闲生活。
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