A young soldier from the 19th century died from the war and was unable to return to his beloved's arms.

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As the professor of history at the university told us, sometimes treasures can be found right under your feet in the city, it's even unnecessary to travel far to the mountains or steppes.

Somehow, in a house built in the late 19th century, they decided to make repairs and surprisingly found in the basement behind the stucco, an arch of bricks, it was a doorway. Behind her, they found a staircase that led to the lower floor of the basement. And there is a room. It contained old Russian and Arabic manuscripts of the 15-19th centuries, gold images of icons, precious stones, gold coins from Holland, England, Russia, Persia, silver rupees and rubles in decaying bags. Rough diamonds and rubies. Weapons, guns, rifles, and even a couple of Maxim machine guns with a lot of rounds. Pictures of European masters of the 16-18 centuries.

Probably it was a stash, one of the rich people or officials of the past era, at a turning point, he decided to leave it and then come back for it, but failed.


Sometimes when cutting old trees, when their roots are removed, they find treasures right in the city, it is either a weapon - pistols or jugs with gold and silver coins. Less commonly jewelry and books. Findings were previously recorded, they were handed over to the police, and then received their percentage of it. Therefore, we, as historians, had the opportunity to study such findings. And now, almost nothing is heard of such finds.

In the city, unexpected finds can sometimes be found in canals, water washes away the secrets of the Earth. They sometimes contain gold, copper, silver and bronze coins, sometimes even flint flakes of the Paleolithic or Neolithic times. Where did the water come from, no one will know? But somewhere, probably, was the treasure that the water found.

When analyzing old attics or basements of houses of the 40-50s of the last century, you can find pistols and machine guns, knives from the Second World War. Trophy weapons, which apparently their owners did not surrender to the police. And they hid it on a rainy day, in reserve. Sometimes it can be paintings taken out by soldiers or officers from Germany from World War II ... caskets, porcelain figurines, old cars or motorcycles ... but in a very shabby condition.

Sometimes we found paintings of the 20th century and under them were paintings of the 14-16th century.

Sometimes, when one of the students helps his grandfathers and great-grandfathers in the old plots, when they expand the plots or dig in the kitchen gardens, they find coins near the walls. Silver or copper, beginning of the 20th century, 1904, 1905, 1910, 1920-30s. Did someone hide them? What for? It's not clear yet.

Sometimes in old houses under wooden floorboards, old books of the 17-19th centuries, gold coins are found.

The most common places for finding caddas are tree roots, wells, places near walls, places near brick or wooden fences, cellars, attics, places under floorboards, canals, hollows of old trees, forest-park areas.

Sometimes in old books, which are sold in second-hand bookstores, you can find on the margin notes made with a pen or pencil. Sometimes they are in Hebrew, English, Farsi, Arabic or French.

Somehow I was not too lazy to read and was surprised to find on two such books ...

Sometimes in city chronicles flickered messages about the collapse of underground tunnels, dead treasure hunters. Sometimes these were police reports on the capture of the black market, black diggers who sold gold coins - the first empire of 5 and 10 tugriks. Moreover, the price for 1 coin was from 260 to 470 dollars.

As in the old days, the precious metals market has always been under the vigilant control of the security department.

Sometimes there was information about treasures worth $ 1-2 million, which contained gold jewelry, precious stones, old books that they wanted to sell abroad, but they were found by the customs service.

One had the feeling that the source of the treasures was from underground, from those very tunnels. After they conducted an operation to identify old passages underground and they were all concreted again.

About five years of silence reigned.

But the treasure hunters did not stop, they searched the archives and scientific foundations, the old road workers and guides of antiquity, which said that the entrances to the tunnels were in the old ravines, where the city channels flowed, in the old buildings of the extension of the late 19th century.

Again began to replete with reports and chronicles, with strange reports about the finds of treasures and their seizure. Missing antiques from the 15th and 19th centuries began to appear on flea roaring.

They raided again, searches and entrances to the tunnels were sealed.

Treasure hunters began to check old houses in the old city, and there they found the entrances to the tunnels. But for 40-50 years, almost all air ducts either collapsed or were closed up with new roads, houses. So there are more accidents. The raids continued.

For the time being, the tunnels remained forgotten.

City treasure hunters focused on searching for old hatches until the beginning of the 20th century and rails that propped up the city lampposts. Antiquaries paid good money for them. For 500 -1900 dollars. In the 90s in the small towns of Small-An, many of the rails and manhole covers disappeared from them.

In the ravines of old canals and rivers, old fragments of 18th-century ceramics, old copper and silver coins are still found. On the hills in the old city, there are still no, no, they find old treasures of the 17-19th century gold and silver. But no one brings the finds to museums.

On the other hand, it is understandable that there were reports in the media that in the museums of Small-An there were practically no valuable and original artifacts left.

Black treasure hunters in the form of museum employees forged exhibits, and the originals were sold in Europe and the USA. There is practically nothing left in museums.

Therefore, ordinary treasure hunters immediately sell their finds in antique stores.

Such was the sad fate of the cultural heritage of Small-An.

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COMPLETED

The Silk Road ... it is inevitable the emergence of wells, caravanserais, guard fortresses, postal stations, local bazaars, regional bazaars, the emergence of new jobs:
- robbers (there were whole settlements)
- caravan guards
- changed
- merchants

Just about them and will be discussed.


About their life, tricks.

Alas, English is still the same ... there are mistakes, I am sure of it.

I hope over time I will be able to fix them.

I just wanted to share information about such an interesting topic as the history of the development of the Silk Road.

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And also a series of stories about treasures, treasure hunters.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Anna's Point of View

I stared at Kaito at a distance while he's talking with his friends. I'm getting irritated because I don't like waiting! How can I teach this prick if he is not caring about it?

I walked to the group to tell Kaito that I need to tutor him now so we can go home earlier.

"Kaito? I think we should study now at the library"

I said with confidence. His friends just stared at me, like they're observing my whole body.

"Okay, sorry guys, see you later"

He waved goodbye to his friends as we walked together to the library, which I don't know where it is located.

"Hey, Kaito, is this your new girlfriend?"

All of a sudden, another guy approached us.

What does he mean by girlfriend? I'm not anyone's girlfriend! And is this Kaito popular in this school? Because every students probably know him.

"Nah, she's just a teacher's pet, teaching me just because I got the lowest score in class"

Kaito answered and messed up my brown hair. What was that for? But atleast you're didn't lie that I'm your girlfriend.

"Ah I see, okay then good luck handling with each other!"

Said the guy and sprinted away from us. This generation sure is different from my generation.

"Are we going to the library or are you just going to stare at that guy?"

Kaito interrupted me. I didn't answer and continued to walk. I just realized how gentle I am here in the 19th Century.

"You know, you're such a quiet and mysterious girl and that's the reason you're being clowned here in school"

Kaito pat my head. It's because I've got to be careful with my words and actions. And yes, I'm truly a mysterious person because you don't know that I'm from the 21st Century. I'm afraid I'm going to act like this so I won't mess up the present.

"So you're not going to talk to me?"

He added. I might as well make him shut up.

"We don't need to act like we're friends, we're here to learn, not to be friends"

I answered back without looking at him. I heard him laughing after that. Somehow, I felt awkward with this guy but at the same time, I felt a relief.

We went to the school library by taking a staircase to the second floor. Kaito offered to open the door of the library for me which I denied and open it for myself. 

As we got inside the library, several students was seen silently reading books, pretty plenty than the students who are reading in our library in present. It's probably because mobile phones already took the roles of books in the 21st Century, which is sad.

We sat on the table next to the desk of the librarian. So what am I going to do? How can I teach this prick? I guess the Kaito failed in Grammar so I have to bring out Chieko's Grammar notebook, I hope I can read the handwriting of Chieko.

As I brought out the notebook, I noticed Kaito looking at me, as if he was observing me.

"What are you looking at?"

I asked him seriously. This guy is creepy, staring at random people's souls.

"I already got bored so I stared at your face"

He carelessly said while looking at his fingers. I don't know why but it made my face slightly red from saying that.

Well, to be honest, Chieko is a very beautiful woman, though I'm still more beautiful than her. And because of that, this hour became more interesting, maybe because Kaito's in a different personality.

-•-

We spent 45 minutes learning with him and no moments were awkward when I was teaching him. He was able to understand the lessons clearly and quickly. I'm proud of myself for being able to share knowledge to other people.

"Where do you live, Chieko? I can walk you home"

He asked me while we were putting our things in our bag. I can't let him see that my house is ugly! I need to deny his offer to walk me home.

"No, it's fine. I can go home safely"

I declined his offer and carried my bag. He nodded as a response and we both walked out the library silently. 

I was about to pull out my phone from my bag until I realized I'm in the 19th Century, so using a phone here is useless because you can't text anyone! And that makes me feel more miserable here.

Kaito and I went outside the gate of our school silently, but I somehow didn't feel awkward with him.

"See you again, Chieko. It was great learning from you rather than that old woman, I mean our teacher"

Kaito waved his hand and smiled genuinely at me. I smiled back at him and waved good bye and we part ways, both of us walking on the opposite direction.

Now, Kaito seems to be a gentleman and an ideal man in the 21st Century since no man is loyal in that century. But I still hate men in general whether I meet a fine man or not.

"Is that Kaito who was with you at the gate?"

All of a sudden, Ami appeared out of nowhere smiling weirdly.

"Yes. Ms. Chin gave me a responsibility to tutor Kaito"

I answered while both of us walked in the same path.

"Oh, well then that's good. Just do what you think is right and you'll lead Chieko to her right destination"

Ami patted my shoulder. Everyone loves patting here in the 19th Century, I don't know why.

"Tell me, Ami. How long are you here in 19th Century?"

I asked her softly just in case a stranger may hear our conversation.

"Almost 11 months, maybe?"

She quickly answered and looked at me, giving me a genuine smile.

"Oh, look, you have arrived at your home now"

She pointed at my house. That doesn't look like a home and I hate it. I can't bear this home especially if I can't feel the love of the parents. I would rather be bullied than to sleep with ants on the ground.

"Alright, goodbye. See you tomorrow!"

I sighed and waved goodbye to Ami. Ami jumped and waved back goodbye to me as well. We both parted ways as she is going to her home which is approximately 60 meters from here.

After that, I turned to look at our house's door telling myself to face the harsh reality that I'm poor, Chieko's poor.

Suddenly, I hear a breaking of glasses inside. I got nervous and went inside to check it out.

"If you're not so lazy, we could have earn more!"

"But I needed to rest because I got tired!"

I saw Chieko's mom and dad fighting, with plates broken on the ground. My heart is beating fast and I can't do anything about it but to stare at two persons who are supposed to love each other fight and hurt each other.

Then, my dad pushed my mom that made my mom lose balance and eventually fall on the ground.

"You're not going to rest unless I say so. If killing is legal, I could have been drinking blood"

My father said and walk out the house. He didn't look at me at all. I quickly went to my mom who is weeping from what she have heard. I tried comforting and patting her shoulder because that's all I can do to her.

"Chieko, you might as well go to your room and rest. I can take care on my own"

Before I stood up, I decided wheter I should obey my mom or now, because I know she's feeling hurt and I just can't leave her here epecially when dad walked in again. But in the end, I still went to my room.

I put down my bag in the corner of my room and quickly sat down on the long chair. Being Chieko is a very hard responsibility. You have challenges and obstacles you need to clear before achieving a desire and every happiness is a sadness in disguise.

I have to try harder.

[Slow Updates]

It was year 2016...

When Anna Shizuki was adrifted back to 1877 due to her naughty actions in a body of another person.

She thought it would be a great experience but little did she know, she was unlucky for having a hard task. She was forced to act like a girl living in 19th Century, she was forbidden to make huge actions that will affect the present and she was invited to join a rebellion against the Lydrenian Empire.

So while she was waiting for her time to go back to the present, she had to deal with all the problems that will occur in a body of Chieko Yun.

Under the persuasion from Li Du, Hans expanded the area of their operations. With that, there would be more storage companies for them to choose from.
It was nearing the end of July. After the heavy rains, Flagstaff once again returned to its warm weather.
With a back full of sweat, Hans found a new storage company. The location was in Kingman, a small city northwest of Flagstaff.
After having been free for a few days, Li Du commanded them to set off after receiving the info. Thus, the Iron Knight once again returned to the highways.
Kingman was about 150 miles from Flagstaff. With the speed of the Iron Knight, they would reach there in two hours.
"It’s a small place, brother. The population is only about 30,000, mostly white people. There aren’t many other races besides quite a number of people from the middle-east who immigrated here."
Along the trip, Hans explained to Li Du about the culture and history of Kingman.
"I know about this," Li Du exclaimed. "Allahu Akbar— if we respect their faith and culture, everything will be peaceful."
Hans shrugged and said, "Right, that’s how it is."
Kingman was in the center of Arizona, where Mohave County was. It was once thought to be the most barren area in West America; the landscape was wild and open, with little architecture.
It was due to these reasons, that some immigrants chose to live in Kingman.
Though it did not seem like a well-off place, the population was low. There was less job competition, so for immigrants that were lacking social networks after coming to America, Kingman was a great choice.
Many immigrants were tenacious. With their strength and knowledge, even a desolate place like Kingman could become a place of potential after their efforts.
To get to Kingman from Flagstaff, they had to travel on Route 66. The highway was about 2,500 miles long, and was famous all over the country, nicknamed the "Mother Road."
Route 66 started in Chicago, and went through Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Arizona, cutting to Los Angeles and stretching to Santa Monica. Across eight states and three time zones, it was incredible!
As for the nickname, not only did the highway connect the east and west regions of the country, it had once saved the economies of the villages along it.
In the 19th century, Route 66 had just been a bunch of different roads for horse carriages.
In 1926, the American government’s investment had connected the roads together after decades of labor.
During this period, it had become the "Silk Road" of the Western World.
This engineering had created tens of thousands of jobs during a tough time in America, and construction on the road became a lifeline for the workers in nearby towns.
Many legends had spawned from this road. Hans told them to Li Du for the entire two-hour road trip, and time passed quickly. When Hans was about to stop talking, the city districts of Kingman had appeared.
Li Du looked out the window. The place felt like an ancient town to him.
Route 66 had penetrated the town and become an arterial road. Several rustic motels and gas stations were on both sides of the road, along with a multitude of antique buildings; Li Du guessed that they were possibly built in the 19th century.
He pointed them out to Hans, who replied with a laugh, "You’re correct. They are leftovers from the 19th century, national treasures now."
Amongst the old buildings, there was a museum, which was the Historic Route 66 Museum.
Li Du was exclaimed in amazement, "This highway is really popular. There’s even a museum for it."
Hans said lazily, "Of course, didn’t I’d just introduce it to you on the road?"
There were free parking lots in front of the museum, and Godzilla decided to park there. There were motels and restaurants around. Even the storage company whose auction they were going to attend was nearby.
Since they had parked here, Li Du went to purchase a ticket to tour the museum.
Since the last time he had been with Sophie, hearing her talk about the states outside of Arizona had changed Li’s work attitude.
Due to the nature of the storage auction business, treasure hunters had to travel all over America. Li Du wanted to learn more about the nation’s geography and culture while he was treasure hunting.
He was considering that perhaps, in the future, he could have a road trip around the western regions of America, or even the whole of America.
Although the museum was mainly about the highway, there were still quite a number of exhibitions.
Once he entered, he saw a bunch of manuscripts in a showcase.
"This is the manuscript of ‘The Grapes of Wrath,’ by John Steinbeck," Hans introduced. "It was written in 1939, which he was then awarded the Pulitzer Prize for.
"The nickname of Route 66 also originated from it. Steinbeck was the first to call it ‘The Mother Road.’ Everyone started using this nickname after him."
Besides literary manuscripts, there was also a musical manuscript. It was a piece of work from Jazz composer, Bobby Troupe.
While driving down Route 66 to California, this composer wrote one of the most famous songs of his life, "Get Your Kicks On Route 66."
Through another famous singer, Nat King Cole, the song became an instant hit, and brought Troupe to the height of his career.
Besides literature and music, there were also other things relating to the highway in the museum.
CBS Station had once aired a television series called "Route 66," from 1960 to 1964. A television in the museum was replaying this series.
There were also some documentaries on Route 66. These could be recorded by visitors as long as they had a ticket, which was one of the ways for the museum to attract visitors.
Li Du burned some of the documentaries into some discs.
Before attending the auction, there would be lots of free time. Watching these documentaries would be a good way to pass the time.
"Where will we be staying?" Li Du asked as he packed up the discs.
Hans pointed to the south and said, "Neon Motel. If you want to properly experience the West, then you have to stay there."
The motel had outrageous neon lights on display; the whole motel was decorated with them. Although it didn’t look like much in the day, once night fell, it was an unimaginable sight.
However, the building itself was fairly aged. The renovation style seemed to be of the last century: rough, simple and practical, like the homes of cowboys from the West.
After Hans made the payment, they had lunch in the motel.
"The food’s pretty good, buddy. Neon Motel has been in operation for a century. They have been hiring cooks and waiters from the countryside since they opened, which has preserved the original flavor of the West."
As he listened to Hans’s explanations, Li Du flipped open the menu, and started laughing.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

Huang Xuan went out. He brought back about 50 kg of wheat and gave them to the workers, at which the four got elated. They ate rye bread not because it was nutritious but because they didn’t have grains. This bag of wheat was equivalent to their wages of more than half a month. The female worker thanked Huang Xuan once again. She was holding the wheat so tight as if she was afraid that it might fly away. She patiently showed Huang Xuan the way to Kaiserslautern and asked kindly, “Have you come here on business?”
There weren’t many emerging industries in Rhineland, and manufacturing wasn’t thriving either. As a yellow person, Huang Xuan definitely wasn’t in the army. It seemed the woman had got it correct.
Seeing Huang Xuan nod, the female worker said urgently, “If you want to do business, there are a great number of businessmen at the Port of Ludwigshafen. The Duke of Württemberg, Ludwigshafen, built a palace there.”
Huang Xuan thanked the four and started walking westward. Since people could transfer and get supplies only in Kaiserslautern, no matter what their final destination was, they had to go to Kaiserslautern first. It would be best if there were carriages to be hired.
Rolin searched the materials and said, “Ludwigshafen indeed has the biggest port nearby and perhaps the most businessmen.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” To Huang Xuan, Rolin was omnipotent.
“I can only count the number of people in this region. All judgment must conform to the set conditions, and I can’t judge independently.”
“Whatever.” Huang Xuan waved his hand carelessly. He had to go to Kaiserslautern anyway.
“I am sorry. Because going to Ludwigshafen takes more than one day, I didn’t consider it.”
“I thought you had scanned this area.”
“Yes, I have, except for the excluded regions.”
“On the account of energy again?” Huang Xuan smiled.
“The search range must be defined. Even a level-one base  can’t search the entire universe.”
“Fine.” Huang Xuan laughed. It was rare for Rolin to make a mistake.
Kaiserslautern was still a small town at the time. It was located in the center of the Palatinate Forest. It had become a small city with the highest coverage rate of the forest. Even its busiest street was lined with trees. Its only beer house was also under the shades. Its population was as small as 100,000, which was equivalent to a town in China. It had been even smaller in the 19th century. The forest had limited its development as well as provided it with resources. It had always looked so thin as if it could be seen through from one end to the other. 
There was no market in town, and daily supplies were sold in the town center every morning, but it wouldn’t be open until the next morning. There were no consumer spots in town except the beer house where the logging workers, and also the only industrial workers, who worked outside the town, drank dark beer when having a break, and the restaurant where they occasionally went to eat. 
The beer house was also a hotel. When Huang Xuan arrived, it was already nightfall, but the house was still busy. Huang Xuan walked in, uptight. Since he didn’t have a penny on him, he asked Rolin to take out a few kilograms of sugar and wrapped it with clothes. 
“I would like to trade sugar for money. Will you take it?”
The bartender was puzzled. He shook his head and said, “You can try talking to Thomas.”
Hearing someone mention his name, a middle-aged man with a long beard, sitting at the other end of the bar, raised his glass and asked, “Who wants to talk to Thomas?”
Huang Xuan smiled at the bartender and walked toward Thomas. 
“I need some money for the travel and want to trade this sugar.”
“You have found the right man.” Thomas looked like an alcoholic with bloodshot eyes. He put down the glass and took some sugar to taste. Huang Xuan doubted he still had his taste after he had drunk that much.
“It’s good. How much are you asking for it?” 
Thomas’ beard fell into the glass. He took it out and drank another big mouthful.
Huang Xuan showed his disdain by wrinkling his nose. 
“I want to spend the night here and go to Ludwigshafen in a carriage tomorrow morning. I’d like to trade the sugar for that,” Huang Xuan said with his back toward Thomas.
“No problem.” Thomas raised the glass again and said to the bartender, “Hunter, take him to a room. It’s on me.” Then he started drinking more beer.
Huang Xuan had wanted to remind him of the carriage, but seeing his face, he shook his head and walked away. The house stank.
The bed in the room was made of birch that was hard and uncomfortable. Huang Xuan got up early. The house was quiet. 
“Sir, the carriage is leaving soon. Are you coming?”
“Of course.” Huang Xuan washed his face carelessly and went with the bartender. He thought Thomas was effective despite his sloppy looks.
However, he changed his mind as soon as he saw the carriage, which was a four-horse one, filled with eight people.
“Are you coming?” The coachman was a Prussian with a weathered face and a gruff voice.
“Thomas paid for him.” The bartender tried to help.
Obviously, it was a coach shuttling between two places. Huang Xuan hadn’t known there already were public coaches in Europe, and he had intended to hire a carriage for himself.
The carriage was smelly. “I’ve made a mistake and brought this to myself,” Huang Xuan thought.
A Prussian man with fair skin was sitting opposite Huang Xuan. The woman with brown hair next to him seemed to be his wife. They were whispering intimately. Huang Xuan wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but their voices kept coming into his ears.
“Fisher, are we going to cut the woods too?”
“Yes, Hartig is right. Planted coniferous forests have more volume growing points, and the output will be higher.”
“Are we going to buy saplings and fertile?”
“Certainly. I think the coniferous forest is a better choice.”
Although Huang Xuan knew eavesdropping was bad, he couldn’t help asking in a low voice, “Rolin, what are they talking about? Planted forest?”
Rolin searched the materials and answered, “It was an afforestation campaign in the 19th century. Hartig was the minister of the Bureau of Forestry of Prussia, who advocated cutting down all the trees and planting conifers that grew faster like crops.”
“One can do that?” Huang Xuan was shocked.
“Of course, it failed eventually. But from the second half of the 19th century to the beginning of the 20th century, it was popular, and the output was indeed higher. However, their extreme mode of production finally led to the degradation of the soil and the diminishing of the forest. Many trees died of pests and diseases.”
“They must have cut down many natural forests.”
“They had kept cutting for 50 years and regretted it.”
 


Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



They were relocated within 2 days. All the things that they took with them were checked, the houses were demolished so that they had no where to return. In the steppe, they worked throughout the Second World War and could only return home to the mountains in the 1970s. But they decided not to settle in the former ruined place, but at the bottom of the mountain gorge. They have already lost the habit of living in the mountains.

Probably those who hid the property were afraid of confiscation, unnecessary questions from the People's Commissar of Internal Affairs, and then on the plain, did not have time to tell about the treasure or something happened to them. So the treasure has remained untouched since the bookmark, that is, the 1925-30s.

How many more such treasures and hiding places are scattered but endless mountains, steppes, sprat in ruins and on mountain slopes? Unknown ?! But for sure, these treasures are in abundance! Throughout the entire existence of Small Ann in the second empire, which is 80 years old, it was surrendered to the state of treasures - with a total number of coins of 800,000! It was copper, silver, bronze, bone, brass, aluminum, gold coins. The age is from the 8th century BC to the mid 30-40s of the 20th century.

After the collapse of the second empire, local residents did not voluntarily surrender treasures to the state.

Well, not bad, only in a few hours they together with Dara earned about $ 60,000, these were coins previously found by Dara and what they found in the well. And how many more such ruins were in the mountains, and only these, and only this northern slope, and they were not yet on the other side ... They probably could raise a lot of money. Since the finds of the mid-19th and early 20th centuries could not be attributed to cultural heritage sites, it means that the treasure belonged to them, well, to the owner of the land, if they could find it.

It is good that they did not raise that weapon, there are more problems with it than benefits. And why attract extra attention to this place. Indeed, through the departments for the protection of cultural heritage monuments, a leak of information will certainly go. Therefore, treasure hunters and search engines are very reluctant to make contact with other organizations, only in exceptional cases.

As they say - green grapes! Therefore, you will need to see the second chest.

Time didn't mess with him. It was corroded by rust, the tree swam away, but it is surprising that this chest - casket did not fall apart when it ascended to the surface. Fang pushed and chain. She was interested in him, brands were visible on her and, most importantly, the scanner determined that the chain was made of non-ferrous metals.

She weighed decently, about 300 kg! While Dara was busy with the opening of a large chest box, Fang decided to check the chain with a metal detector.

Picking up the Dara metal detector, he connected it, surprisingly the metal finder began to give out signals that it was not silver !!! This is good luck! 300 kg of silver !!! Where did the mountaineers get silver? Stigma? Apparently, it was silver from the mines, and silver could be hidden earlier in the 13th century, for example, when the soldiers of Genghis Khan arrived (in February 1220), the craftsmen could melt the ore, forge the chain, and hide it in the well, because the well has already been 900 years old ! Or maybe it was later in the 16th century or 18th or before the advent of the second empire. They have been mining in these mountains for the last 3000 years - gold, copper, silver, turquoise, diamonds, amethyst, garnets, rock crystal. So anything is possible!

A probable guess lay in the chest, if of course it could survive?

Of course, a lot depended on the silver sample, but judging by the hallmarks it was 925 sample, which means that 1000.5 mass fractions contain 92.5 percent silver and 7.5 percent copper.

On a stock like scrap, such a chain could go for the amount of $ 1,357,362.89, and if it were a chain with history, the amount could be more. But if the chain was old, for example, the 13th century, then it would be easier to drown it in a well or to hand it over to the state anyway, since it would obviously be a monument of cultural heritage.

But Fanga was encouraged by the fact that the test was in modern Arabic numerals and the European font was named. So this is not ancient! Times of the 19th century, already gave relief. But selling 300 kg as scrap at once would attract attention, which means it will have to be sold in parts, Fang thought.

Yes! Not bad! Not bad!. On hand they receive 25 percent each! And the owner of the land is 50%, the law is the law!

That is, the land owner would have received - 678681.445 dollars and Fang and Dara at 339 340.7225 dollars and minus 11% of income tax. Very good money! And notice in less than 1 day!

Dara opened the box ... it contained a yellow plate, where the family coat of arms was knocked out, surnames and names, titles, year are indicated. There were also some pieces of paper ... the water did not spare them. A couple of coins - gray, yellow, several medals, these were crosses, a revolver, cartridges, an old pocket watch, an old copper compass, on the back, something was scratched ... but it was difficult to make out. It was necessary to treat the surface with soda to read what was written there.

A couple of stones, they were gray with white veins and yellow and gray crystals.

As well as a copper tube, in which spyglasses were usually stored. The neck of which was sealed.

A curious find! Definitely, some kind of secret fell through it!

COMPLETED

A small story about adventurers, local history enthusiasts, treasure hunters. They wander around cities, forests, mountains, steppes and deserts, seek metal artifacts and search magnets for historical artifacts and sell some of them at auctions, donate some to museums and keep some in their home collections. They work in archives and funds, second-hand bookkeepers do not forget, they look for old books, road workers and topographic maps of the 17-20 centuries.

There is the only main character Fang and his partner Dara.

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English is the same as in other novels. While it is far from good. The approximate number of chapters is from 60 to 100. Updates 3 chapters per week. The number of words is from 600 to more 1200.

COMPLETED

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

This novel will be dedicated to the clan world, which was also in the time of the "dark era", feudalism, socialism, and capitalism along with democracy.

Several stories, in different eras, one clan, it always has antagonists and protagonists. There is always a choice. Go easy or hard. Shown is the price for your choice of heroes within the clan.

There will be 100 chapters in the novel. The first two weeks are the release of 2 to 4 chapters per day. Two weeks later, issue 3-4 chapters per week.


The world in which the clan lives:


8th century AD. Asia. East. The Tang Empire is the vassal kingdom of Tsao, the principality of Small-An. The confrontation of the Arab Caliphate and the Tang Empire. Middle Ages.

17th century Asia. East. The confrontation of the first European empire and the Emirate of Small-An.
Feudalism. Heyday.

18-19 centuries. Asia. East. The confrontation of the first empire, colonization, vassal relations, empire, and new colonies. Emirate Small-An, loss of territory from 4 million sq. km to 250 thousand. sq. km The confrontation of the British Empire, the first empire, USA, Persian Empire, Qing Empire, Great Port.

20-21 century. Nowadays. The industrial era and the transition to the Information Age. At the junction of socialism and a return to monopoly feudalism. Asia. East.

World - Earth. Third planet from the sun.

The currency in Golden Dinars is from the 8th century to the 19th. From 20 and 21, the currency is blackbucks, the exchange rate is 1 US dollar = 20,000 blackbucks (21st century). In the 20th century, for 1 blackbuck they gave 2 US dollars.

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All events, names, and matches are random. This is a fictitious story.

The story of the clan "warriors of the steppe." Collection of stories about the clan.

The period of action is from the 8th century AD. Events in history are not going in chronological order. Time is transferred to the 21st century, then 20, 19 and 18 and 16.

The protagonist "Gray" he is from the clan, gets into different situations, at different times.

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There will be 100 chapters in total. Intrigues, conspiracies, a little cooking, clan wars, empires and spies, trade, treasures.

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I write in English, then check on the Diple translator, then grammar. Two machine programs. My English is still not so good. But the content is quite interesting.

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The chapters come out in the first two weeks, 2 chapters per day. And then 2 chapters a week.

Start publishing chapters soon.

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