Chapter 8
Raising his head up, he shouted - Bro, I found some kind of coin! She seems to be Chinese!
Come on, get up!
The winch went down the pit, and Dara clung to it...
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Well, look, what a coin! Showed on the palm of Dara! Bro took the coin from his hand, poured water from the top of her from the flask, rubbed his finger... and there it was written "tun" - a coincidence and "he tong" - certified by turning the coin over. Fang read "The Princ.i.p.ality..."...
Having turned the coin in his fingers, Fang noticed some inscriptions on the rim of the coin - only a year was read... - 618 year - the 1st lunar month... and the rest of the hieroglyphs were blurred...
This is Tang Jiang! Exactly, I say!!! Curious how he got there? Probably along the Silk Road came
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... now who will tell about it? Well, look there is something else there... I will take a look, and take a scanner with me, and while you look at the monitor, Fang said and began to go down on the winch down the pit.
Dara turned the coin in her hands, turning it awkwardly, he cut herself... and for some reason the coin began to crumble in his hands, until she turned into dust... s.h.i.+t!!!
If Dara had a miracle of vision at that moment, he would have noticed how his palm began to glow turquoise and the energy that was in the coin began to flow into his hand.
But Dara did not have such a vision and did not know about bioenergy... just felt that his hand had become a bit hot...
... Ahhh!!! So it began so quickly blood poisoning!!! s.h.i.+t! What a c.r.a.p it is!!! Just started, and some kind of c.r.a.p started, then tea that could glow from radiation, but it seemed like it cost... now, some ancient coin, who knows how many centuries it has lain in the ground, which probably had all kinds of horrible microbes and terrible diseases, cut my hand exactly?!!! Why was it supposed to be me???
Thoughts frantically flowed through the inflamed brain of Dara! It is necessary to wash the wound, process it with hydrogen peroxide and then urgently go to the injury point... do a teta.n.u.s immunization... then do not bathe for four days, do not walk in the sun, do not eat salty, pepper, pickled food, including hot!
Hey, Fang... I'm going to the house, I need to wash the wound...
Dara... I can't hear you well! What are you saying?
I say go to the house, I cut myself, it's a stupid coin!
I'm sorry, what?
You went?!!!
I'm sorry, what?
Uh, you fool!
I'm sorry, what?
Dara looked into the pit and shouted to Fang that he had cut himself and would go to the house!
Fang noticed that he was also going upstairs, there was nothing at the bottom, the instruments did not show anything.
Dara here remembered that such pits can easily collapse, they must first be strengthened with a wooden or concrete box. Lucky! He stepped back carefully...
The winch creaked... a minute later Fang emerged from the pit... with a sour mine... there was no s.h.i.+t... the noise disappeared... you need to see if it could be all because of this coin.
Iit is no more! How not? Have you decided to appropriate it to yourself? We are brothers! So be led for one coin? Well, you d.a.m.n, frame! I did not know that you are such a greedy person? I give you my whole heart! Are you such a b.a.s.t.a.r.d?!
You yourself are a fool, look better at the video, because the copter is still hanging and shooting the place, idiot!
Fang looked at his brother incredulously... well, let's see...
... yes... that just does not happen in the world... said Fang.
The day did not ask... who would have thought that a strong-looking coin so collapsed in your hands that there were not even parts left.
Corrosion, a terrible thing! Smiling confused... Faen held out his hand, peace, Bro?
You went... to a known address... you laugh, and I do not know what cut myself... this... how to put it mildly... a coin... no one knows where it was, no one knows what microbes contained in it... also rusty... it's a complete a.s.s!
Do you understand that this is a complete a.s.s??? We have no cars? You will not go to the city on a tractor... up to a kilometer road 2 feet to stomp... and here time decides everything, to call it soon? She is in the capital for 40 minutes! Do you want to call her to the village? How long will she go? If ever come! Taxi call? It will at least go for about 50 minutes, and now look at your watch... what time is it? Correctly the peak of calls at 10 am!
By the way, do you know how to ride a motorcycle Fang? Do you have rights to this category? Are they international or your local?
What do you want me to take you to town? Of course! I can not steer with one hand? You do not find it stupid???
Let's go... I have international rights, I can ride a motorcycle! Well, that's good... otherwise my hand started to hurt and swell something...
Oh, you s.h.i.+t! Fang screamed, looking at the suddenly and without that from poor Fang's bloated hand...
Let's go faster...
Fang stared blankly at his twice swollen palm and giggled softly... but giggled so evil...
Yes, even though we have all our own, but you will not leave the technique like that... drive the tractor to the garage... and the copter to the same... and from there take the motorcycle...
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Bro... do you have an old motorcycle with a sidecar? Yes, I bought old formats at sunset and new ones started, then I earned $ 800, and the wheelchair cost 2300... I bought for three months of work...what did you work with? I sold watermelons at the market! It was a good time!
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Here is the city injury point... while I put the bike on the parking lot and you go...
Yeah!!! The day did not come today... When Dara saw a huge queue in front of the doors, the point injury... there were 40 people!
Hey who's the last And what do you have, but here's the hand, cut it with rusty iron!
Have you had a teta.n.u.s shot before?
Not!
Well, then let's go, follow me...
Having risen to the second floor, there was no one in front of the door of the on-duty traumatologist
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The doctor was laconic...
What? When? Well... sister give him a shot. I got up and left.
The sister asked for the last name, first name, patronymic, place of residence, copy of the pa.s.sport before the injection, Dara did not have a copy of the pa.s.sport, but she did have the right for a motorcycle... therefore, breaking through the database, the nurse determined that Dara was a resident of the capital and had medical insurance... then, she asked about the place of work... he said that the farmer... showed the license... after her sister began to record data in one notebook, then duplicate it in the second, after the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh.
In each Dara, I had to paint it twice. Then he followed the nurse to the third floor. There he was given an injection under the scapula and was told not to wet the place for 4 days. They did not take money for the injection, after that they would simply write off the amount from the insurance. She made a hand dressing, saying that for five days you just need to smear the place of the cut with iodine...
That's all... hand back to that time came back to normal.
The nurse noticed that now you can cut as much as you want with iron, for 5 years, the vaccine is working...
Coming out of the clinic, Dara saw Fang in the parking lot, he drank water from a bottle. The clinic had a free mineral spring, as Dara remembered.
Dara, will you water? Come on! It is warm, mineral, treats speak of gout and headache! Free? No what about you A bottle of 2 liters at 6 dollars!
Dara, I thought, yes... now, what used to be free, now everything costs money.
North in a carriage, and Fang on a motorcycle, they went home...
The cold wind blew over the faces of the brothers...
Dara was surprised to find that she could distinguish the inscriptions written on road signs 500 meters away from them... and heard what other drivers were saying while driving in cars to meet him... something is not right...
... maybe some injection was left? That is, not factory and fake? Or side effects of a cut? Or is that tea to blame? Or maybe I just got buggy???
He looked at Fang, who was somehow foolishly smiling... Dara looked at him fearfully, not daring to distract him from the road. Hand face…
On the back way, the traffic police stopped them, as Fang stood out... but Fang suddenly burst into nightingale, began to explain that his brother, injured his arm, they went urgently to the city, because the village did not have an ambulance... so sweetly he said, so convincingly... that the police released them without taking a penalty, because Fang did not issue a general power of attorney to control the motorcycle. The fine would be to put the motorcycle on a fine parking lot... which would not be great, plus paying a fine of $ 200...
Dara was staring at Bro... when did you learn to speak the words so well? I knew that you were a cunning fellow, as the Americans say "Smart Line", but to say so sweet words? To so convincingly build speech? Well, you give bro! Cool
Fang looked dumbly at Dara... but, you know, I was not myself, I spoke as if on autopilot... like in a dream... it was not me, it seems... my head is muddy, some kind?! There were some glitches all the way, I could even read the name of the menu at roadside cafes that were 300 meters away! And I heard what the drivers who drove ahead of us say, what they said behind the closed gla.s.s and with the music turned on in the salon! This is some kind of horror!
I know, too, Bro heard and saw it all!
Uh... apparently, we ate something with you or drank it, not that... Maybe it was water from the clinic? No, it does not...
Aah, can this be your miracle tea?! Who could grow through the black film? I immediately thought that you should not drink it, but I liked the taste, so I could not tear myself away from it. Maybe this is some kind of wrong tea? But d.a.m.n me, even every kind of dregs climbs into my head, some visions... men in bathrobes on camels, some mountains, snow, a road...
You, by chance, they did not say where they buried their treasures? Not!
Are you kidding, Dara? Yes?
No, although maybe yes. I have something to stir up after the injection, some kind of head is heavy, as if I haven't slept for two days... I don't understand anything... I want to sleep, but I can't sleep... and I hear some strange things and see a pancake as if I digital camera with 10x magnification...
Dara, you know what you described, I have the same symptoms...
I think this is all the fault of your tea as there, out of rabbit ears?
No, it's deer gra.s.s! She should not have such effects... although, maybe she grew up at an anomalous point... but you don't believe in this nonsense, that one small but heavy coin could have such an effect on tea? This is complete nonsense and nonsense!
I do not believe on the one hand... but on the other... who knows? Do you need to try your tea again to determine if it is weeping from him or is it from something else... or from the water from the clinic? If something else then buy... to check...
I know, Dara, an atheist, although a Buddhist... and I believe in Dao... but I do not believe in magic... and I am Fang, not an atheist, but I do not believe in magic... this is nonsense!
It used to be dark people, they did not have the knowledge, understanding of the world, so they invented themselves all sorts of miracles. This can be quite logical explanation. Although of course there are miracles, but they come from the truth itself... But we will not consider them. In the sacred areas, people do not need to go at all. This is a protected area, where people have nothing to do.
For example, let's take our tea... most likely, if it is it, the source of our visions...
It is most likely a.s.sociated with the soil, with the rocks lying there, groundwater... maybe the meteorite fell there... it had some microbes of its own, and there was no such metal on earth... with centuries... all these substances and microbes reacted... and gave what we see now... that is, improving our natural abilities with you...
I read somewhere in a book on the paleoecology of Professor Vins that earlier a person of the late Stone Age, that is, who lived 48,000 years ago, had more powerful reflexes that had been worked out for thousands of years. They had a better sense of smell, hearing, eyes, flair, could predict events, their feelings were more acute.
We are modern people, have ceased to use these skills, in the city, in the civilized world, this knowledge is not so necessary, and therefore, our body, not to waste energy in vain, distributes it for other more important tasks. Only in the most unusual moments, the body temporarily turns on those of our old, ancient instincts, so that we can quickly run or antic.i.p.ate something, or fall asleep or wake up.
That is, our internal security system itself determines when and what to give us from those ancient knowledge. Our ancestors - hunters, fishermen, gatherers, warriors, nomads or farmers...
Maybe this reaction in the soil, just gave the descent of this mechanism... hitting the roots of the gra.s.s... tea... and the effect of the black film has increased... and who knows what it was for the coin, what material was it made of? What kind of impurities there were... what microbes got on her... all this fermented, was fermented and how it was in "Agricultural Stories" - Moyas.h.i.+mon, Professor Itsuki said that microbes make everything ferment and we get new products! Maybe this is the whole clue!
The ancients loved to say that this is magic! This is a science! But she, too, may well be magical! If one is able to explore, get to the bottom of the truth, it's known as one, and there can be a lot of human truth, how many people, so much truth. The clans have their own, and the common people their own and each person has his own truth.
If he is a person belongs to himself responsibly according to the 5 principles of Confucius grandfather or as atheists say their inner conscience and the believers follow the commandments. A simpler morality and ethics, they will not do injustice. But this is a distraction from our topic, it is a complete philosophy.
So I think we need to check the soil, now see what data the tractor and the tractor will give us, what kind of soil map will we get?
I think Dara has a sound grain in it, logically that's right. It is a pity that the coin so collapsed. Judging by my knowledge, according to numismatics, it was a coin of the Tang era, there was even a year 618... along the way, it was a coin, it was not ordinary, not simple... and the tamga coin... "tag" in one word. Coin - "pa.s.s". Usually in the Tang Empire, they were in the shape of fish... but this coin and the coin with a secret... well, okay... now all that remains is a cut on your hand, which in a couple of weeks will disappear altogether...
... but also a headache, today I was shaking and laughed out of fear, and I saw some glitches... and ran, I never ran like this... well, let's see what and how there, and then let's go and get drunk... and I know I do not drink alcohol... well, you... yes, I know... you do not drink... and you do not smoke... you lead a healthy lifestyle! Well, the flag in your hands...
... at least we can eat from the belly? No question... of course, but while observing moderation!
Yes, yes, of course, as without balance... let's eat, it means! Let it be meat! A lot of meat!
Yes, no problem, you will be meat and baked in the oven, and boiled and steamed. You also want to make sambusa, rice mountain, miso soup, if you want... vegetables and dough... steamed pumpkin pies, meat, turkey, carrots, wild greens! Meat broths, baked turkey, baked lamb... do you want and we can feed the baked locusts? Boiled horse meat! You have also specially boiled water, water from the best mountain spring. Boiling water is sweet like honey!
It sounds great... let's quickly do things and eat to eat! Today the day is not over yet but was very eventful...
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they managed very profitably to buy one box of apples for only 2 dollars 22 kg. True, Dara had to transfer to the back seat of a motorcycle...
How could we persuade a farmer to sell apples for only $ 2? They cost at least $ 8? And in the city they are already at least in the supermarket. 14.60 dollars... well, what are we great! I've never noticed such a habit before myself?! Could maximum throw off the price by 2-4 percent! What magic is that?!
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! He talked about science?!
Well, everything happens!
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Both Bro looked surprised at the two soil maps from the copter and the tractor...
On both maps, all data on soil types were presented as one "anomaly"...
Here is a.s.s! How do we now d.a.m.n map the types of garden crops? How to apply fertilizer? s.h.i.+t, how much money is gone! All my plans for the introduction of new technology, the cat is under the tail!!! This is a complete a.s.s!!! Instead of moving forward... a complete fall in the pit!!
Aah, what about your praised technologies??? Dara looked askance at Fang... a.s.s... Fang, is this factory technology? Or on the knee made in a province in the technology park in the village????
I remember about 20 years ago such candies were sold on the market - "Coffee Halva" were called! No packaging, inside h.e.l.l knows what, but honey! We then had a shortage... there was no sweet... so it was necessary to eat "THIS"!
I also remember your jackets, so light, they were often torn!!!
Then I saw super quality blue sweatpants, brought from the US... then I learned that you have quality categories - from "super" that you supply to the US and the EU and "average" for us...
Now go to any market, all the tools from the technological parks of your villages, the same for screwdrivers, coat hooks... soft metal, everything bends, screwdrivers scroll... but there are quality ones that are factory-made... they are cool!
Yes, and factory drills, too cool! As well as clothes, jeans, jackets, s.h.i.+rts, shoes, prices from 35 to 50 dollars. It is very good. Turkish jeans are already from 90 dollars, and the quality is almost the same... For one s.h.i.+rt, Turkish, give 40 dollars at a salary of 150 dollars? Factory from your country costs 20 dollars. It is good that now, our domestic producers woke up and began to produce their s.h.i.+rts for the price of 15 dollars, with one hundred percent cotton. Thank you, factory equipment, and note, Fang according to the program "New Silk Road". It works great! The main thing is to want and be able to!
Yes, you went, Dara... everything worked the same?! What are you hitting? The tractor is factory, and the copter is not ours at all, it is from the Philippines, but a well-a.s.sembled, well-known brand.
There seems to be some kind of "NOT - THAT"... anomaly to h.e.l.l!!!! There is no way to be polite... it's a.s.s... how much money is invested... and all the "poof" and not a d.a.m.n thing left!
Well, let's follow the old, now we will check our method again!
What is this method? Is that the same?
Yes, the method of "firing"! It is necessary to hit well on the device! He must earn!
Fool, THIS is not a lamp TV?! This is a subtle technique! All contacts are in place!
Idiot himself! Now I will check it myself! Believe my word that everything will work, just watch!
If not???
Then... you will need to wash with cold water... and think about what we should do, probably...
Well, let's see what you can do...
By the way, why didn't you want to conclude a contract with us, when you studied at the university?
But with us, then it was forbidden to have any operations, work, receive funds in foreign currency. Now they have canceled it, but the headache has increased, you will receive, you will have to pay tax, for fees... there you need to give 20 or 30 percent... and there's a lot of trouble... it's easier to refuse...
Aah... how difficult it is for you... there is, such a thing... and the "roof" is needed, without it, it is better not to get out of the rough waters...
What is a "roof"? This is someone powerful from the clan... he will solve all the problems himself...
... a.s.s...
Let me show you the cla.s.s now!
Dara went to the copter and hit her with his fist, and even, once... and then kicked the tractor, knocked the scanner and the lidar into the bargain... a.s.s, work, otherwise... I'll sort it out for screws, let me steam! This is my liver! And it can not be angry! Eyes, Gifts reddened, his blood pressure rose!
If he could have the cultivator's gaze... then he would see that the tractor and tractor at the moment of touch, they were enveloped in a turquoise glow... But Dara did not have it...
Fang, let's run! Now, everything should work... and if not, Dara has a wry smile when he looks at the new-fangled gadgets...
Well, let's see... Fang launched the copter and tractor...
Dara, he grunted and noticed Fangu... maybe it was your miracle that the coin did everything. I remember once we went through geochemistry of landscapes... chemical reactions take place in the soil, a lot of chemical formulas, such as chemical compounds that are added, made and multiplied, and this or that type of soil turns out... and there they are also divided into smaller taxonomic units... Agriculture is a delicate science, and not just a chopper to wield!
... Fang... was silent... but his eyes became square...
... Dara, your method works!!!
Look, we have two identical soil maps!
Now I have started the process at the program level for drawing up a sowing scheme, watering on the copter and tillage your farm on a tractor... everything works!!!
Amazing, ancient magic, of the industrial age! It turns out that it works in the new information age!!!
Well, here you are not there, but there, you are not here!
Let's go, let's take a gla.s.s of Ziziphora, but the fact that something has increased my pressure, I want to break something...
Fang squinted at Dara... well, you're a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t, of course! To drink this strange drink, I told you a long time ago, stop you drinking all kinds of teas... there is nothing better than boiling water!
Yeah, yeah, I heard here from the seller Sencha that your tea is treated with "night gold"?! Is it true? Or marketing wars? But after that, there is no desire to drink, nor to taste green tea, or sencha. Herbal, our, domestic teas are more reliable! Firstly, they are cheap, Secondly, they are environmentally friendly, Thirdly, the method of using human "night gold" is not common... everything is natural, from animals... "Sencha" is said to be treated with chicken "night gold". Every bird flu there... you are here, right about the boiling water... provided, of course, that the water is good, and bottled. I read that, somewhere the water was wonderful, but here in the building where people lived it flowed through lead pipes...
Nice boiling water. By the way, we have in the capital, the most delicious water in the world, the famous Vienna, in third place, compared with ours!
Previously, it was generally possible to scoop water from the city ca.n.a.l with a drinking bowl and drink, and there was nothing...
What used to be when? In the 1950s commercial year, for example... and then when a lot of cars appeared in the city, factories... then the ecology deteriorated. After that, of course, the plants were taken outside the city, but the ecology is not the same.
The about 500 years ago, there were so many fish in the city ca.n.a.l that when horses went to the ford, they would kill fish with their hooves...
Now, in the city ca.n.a.ls, of course, not so much fish, but "Schizothorax" is swimming, which means that the water is clean! By the way, the meat is very tasty and fat. But like the fugue, it is poisonous. It is necessary to remove milk from it, black film and gills. Then you can eat it.
We have whole lakes where this fish swims, sometimes it reaches a size of 2-3 meters, but it is "sacred" and cannot be caught. In the city channels it is caught on a spinning, fish reach a size of 30 - 40 centimeters.
In our city, you can sometimes see foxes, badgers, owls, pelicans, flamingos... so that everything is probably ecologically good...
Of course, there must be a buffer zone 100 meters from the road. In the city there is clearly not worth the decorative fruits. Such as mulberry, persimmon, pomegranate, pear, apples, figs, apricots, cherries, plums... because, they have a high content of heavy metals.
Although even in mountain streams, fish found an excess of the maximum allowable concentrations of radionuclides... this is from the fact that they used to carry out ground-based nuclear tests... not from us, from neighbors... and radiation settled everywhere...
It's good that a moratorium on nuclear tests has been introduced since 1998... and before that there were many in the world... and what people do not live quietly, peacefully...
I still remember from school... they showed us how to dig air-raid shelters... they did cla.s.ses, how to hide when struck... although our colonel said that if you see a "flash" then it is easier to put on white slippers and a white sheet so that you don't have to suffer...
It's good that this world idiocy is over... but even that, the old one was enough... so that traces of that terrible past were left in the soil...
Yes, good, Dara all the horrors of stories... so, today I already almost would have done enough a few times for fear... stop... you are right Bro... today was one more day.
Come on, let's do an experiment with tea... let's see, does that make him feel so bad about him or not?
Here, you are a strange Gift... well, let's go... I now also became interested...
By the way, can you still hear and see as well as on the road and you?
I'm?! I also see and hear everything. As if my eyes are in macro mode! Well, not X-ray? No, it's all fantastic! But I see, everything is very clear and magnified! I hear what they say on the road over there, two farmers and you? Yeah, they swear... because of what... today our team lost to football, in the qualifying match for the Asian Champions.h.i.+p... sorry... well, maybe someday they will be able to get into the world champions.h.i.+p?! Who knows?!
Let's go... and the tractor and the copter that? Let them go to the garage. Turning his back to them, two Brough went to the cottage for a cup of tea.
Dara, remembering the old tale told in another language, suddenly said loudly:
"Hey, you sloths go to the garage! At my behest! According to my desire! "
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Yes, a.s.s, our owner is some kind of whimsical... and his Bro, too, is not far away from him. Two pair of boots, one pickaxe, another shovel... Go and say, open it yourself, close the garage, find a place for yourself... completely collapsed with an oak... well, they don't choose their owners... but look what strength you got from it! Well, you're right here! By the way, we're relatives, some spare parts! Although the a.s.sembly is different! Relatives! No way! Bro! Now call me elder brother, and you will be younger! Good senior! So, junior...
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Well, here we drank tea... really stomps from it... Yeah, I now hear some voices... and which ones? What do they say? Who?
Who I will not tell you, since I do not know! They say, Dara! Dara! Urgently run to the cafe at the fork, there they give today, very tasty meat! Oven baked Schizothorax baked in fir wood with fir wood served with Persian flax rice, green with saffron and baked trout. As well as steamed wheat patties with lamb and onions, steamed pumpkin rolls, home-made noodles with finely chopped beef and horse meat. And also camel milk was brought. Hurry! For all portions may not be enough! They are only for the first 300 people! Soon comes off, go try. Today, their first discovery, so that the discounts of 30 percent... the first 50 who came to give with them free of charge 10 guy pies with pumpkin and 20 baked lamb pies...
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Run, hurry and Bro, grab... there is nothing to sit... at least 30 people already know about the opening... do not sit... run... or rather ride... on a motorcycle... rather....
Wow! You buggy!!! But I did not hear anything like that!!!
But let's try, let's go, we'll see, for the demand they don't take the same money?!!!
Yes, and I wanted to... you promised me a revel... come on!
Let's go…!
Dara sat behind the wheel, the hand stopped hurting and Fang sat down in the carriage and they rushed...
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These b.o.o.bies left? Yes, senior! Forget to close the house? The garage is not closed. Are not they idiots? But also the house wasn't cleaned, it's worth it in the dust. They now live in it! First, it would be removed, washed the floor, rubbed dust. Then they would have taken up exploring the field.
Now we have to do everything... hey, you, how are you, "dzasiki-warasi" appear... Bro, what are you doing? Idiocy, it turns out to be contagious! Junior, you are infected from the owner. Wake up!
What did I say wrong? How do we clean everything up? We have no arms, no legs, it's like an elephant in a china shop... and not like a snake...
Yes, and "dzasiki-warasi" is from another mythology, they have no such thing... but what do they have? This is work, patience, hope... and the understanding that magic comes only from hard work or talent... Miracles happen... at the same time.
So what do we do? With turquoise power, it seems that our functionality has changed...
... and let's connect to the global network, galactic... and you, too, Brutus? Do not respect intellectual property? Want to borrow an idea from Tenchi Muyo?
... but what should we do? How to clean the house need? How do you close the garage, drive away potential thieves? We are cars and not some autobot?
Well, if you think in the literary world of borrowing other authors commonplace. Especially if you look deep into the history, different countries, different value systems, and borrowed ideas, sometimes literary characters from each other. They just changed their names, changed the basic idea, added their own ideology, and now a new literary hero is ready. Later they simply borrowed a genre, a theme, created their heroes. That is a new image of Simulacrum? Probably not? All the same, they brought something of their own, adapted the original work under their traditions and culture. Plagiarism? Partial…
Then I suddenly remembered by chance the two Bro Poincare War and his cousin, a scientist... One was called Henri Poincare and the other Poincaré Raymond...
What is it for? Yes, so... by the way I had to...
This topic arose in the discussions of scientists of the 60s of the 20th century...
Well, anyway... will we implement the plan for the materialization of the spirit from the car or mental projection according to Castaneda?
How not to call it... you need to clean the house, wash it and impose a barrier... so that no one sees, this anomaly... now s.p.a.ce satellites can monitor the whole Earth...
... okay, stop philosophizing, it's time to work... oh, you called "dzasiki-varas.h.i.+." Their culture is different... oh, the village, to learn and learn more, young, green... no experience...
Ah, youth!
This is by the way, also borrowing! Of course, this is from the Russians! They are famous comedians with an Aesopian language... wise in their own way, they are! It is true that their mind does not understand, you need to understand at the level of the mental level. Their soul is wide, there is no Eastern subtlety, but there is a Western one. Well, everyone has their own characteristics and unique properties. The British? Here they are masters of multi-pa.s.s strategies!The Americans? They are somewhat similar to the Russians. People, too, are broad-minded though pragmatists.
How are we from Asia? What we are, we are the salt of the earth! Although if you look globally, we all come from Africa... We? Are we cars? But people made us? So I don't understand them at all, and their xenophobia... by the way, it's because the level of culture is low. This is from fears... Well, after the Mongol invasion, many Europeans found Mongolian genes in their blood. So, Europeans just have external differences, and by blood they are like us, Asians.
Well, it's time to clean the house...
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When they arrived at the fork in the road, a collapsible house stood surprisingly there, it was built as part of the development of domestic tourism, through investments in the "New Silk Road" project...
... the house was an ethnographic cafe...
Cafe... by the way, Fang note that this is traditional cuisine! If you are healthy then eat to the full... But if you are not healthy, then show moderation! On the day, you need to eat no more than 2500 calories and do not forget to spend them. At least walk 6-7 kilometers.
Hey bro! I want to eat and drink!
Well, dooms! We have no alcohol! I can give you lemon juice!
But I saw alcohol shops in the city!
That in the city! In general, alcohol is not good! Boiling water is better! Definitely! Why do you blur your mind? If you really want to have two ways - the first need to work two months on the night s.h.i.+ft and another day... two s.h.i.+fts in a row and you will understand the beauty of a full sleep, the Enlightened consciousness. And by the way, such processing causes enormous harm to health. You will have problems with vision, hearing, your heart will fail. But at the same time you will walk, as if you drank a gla.s.s of alcohol! The second way, try not to sleep for 30 hours... but this is also unhealthy!
In addition, recently the British wrote that new medical studies have shown that any type, type and amount of alcohol does not bring any health benefits, rather harm!
Humanity is not going there... drinking, smoking, moving away from the commandments... slowly losing its humanity!
Hey, hey, bro, I want to eat... and not to hear your thoughts... Well, okay, tell me who is the coolest in the world from the countries now?
Steep talking?
Aha...
Always look first into history, and from the point of view of our region, if you reject the Sumerians, Byzantines, Egyptians, Greeks, Romans. We always had the coolest in the region and the world, the Persian Empire, the Chinese Empire, then the Arabs came, after the Mongols came... Then our ancestors made a rustle, almost subduing Europe.
Now probably the coolest in the world are Chinese, then Russians, then the British and then the Americans. But in 25–26 years, if nothing changes, then China will be the coolest in the world, both economically and politically, and militarily.
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Senior, what have we decided? Then, junior, we take upon ourselves the mental projection and with the power of thinking we materialize!!
Yes... older... you are still that fruit...
Enough, flog c.r.a.p! We still have a lot of work...
Come on, I'll take care of the field, and you're home!
The senior is not so honest?! Let's decide in a democratic way, not authoritarian!
So what do you suggest?
Let's play up to three, rock, paper, scissors!
Come on!
Stone, scissors, paper... stone, paper!
I won the first time!
Let's!
Stone, scissors, paper... well... stone...
Hey, where did the well come from?
Oh, this is the Russian version...
Russian?
Why?
Why not?
You are the senior did not specify in which we play?
I thought j.a.panese...
The difference is small in general...
Well, you're probably right...
Who won?
I, a stone, drowned in a well!
imbecile, you!
Well, how else! Who is easy now?
Come on!
Stone, scissors, paper... paper, scissors!
I won! Hooray!
You are a petty crook!
Well, anyway, you dear elder brother to engage in the field...
Why then did we play?
Well, I myself wanted to choose, not to order me.
Everything, honestly!
Well, you give a shot!
Let's get to work...
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Kopter "Dilshadu" started cleaning the house... he collected all the dust with the thought that she herself walked into a one-time package. Then Dilshad wondered if I was wondering how I imagined it, is it a subject or now I have a soul, will "he" be a person? Is this appropriate? Traditionally? But everything is better than these non-traditional European values.
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Now let the water appear and come on, my water is this dusty house! The owners will come soon, it is necessary that the house sparkled!
The first floor is ready, went to the second, and you need not forget about the bas.e.m.e.nt.
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Well, one, two, three, let's restore order and on the second floor. Yes?! Do not forget to wash the windows!
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The Sohrab tractor... had a ready-made plan, placing the beds according to soil types... it was all not typical... more simply, "magically abnormal"! What does not plant all grow? Not? Yet rather no than yes. Even the magic soil had its preferences.
This was shown on the soil map; the soil itself indicated which types of plants could be planted on it and where.
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Well, it's time for me to deal with the site... well, that bans on remote tractors have not yet been introduced... there is a chance, though not a big one... that it will be possible to unwind. Although, of course, Dare would find a "good roof"... Then, if a large clan were at hand, the questions would all be solved... But so, let them try?! Experience is the best teacher, it shows the real world, without sweet dreams... the real world is gray, not pink and black and gray... if you're lucky, there will be turquoise paint. Is it really how to look at it? If you enjoy every sunrise, then life is filled with colors. The main thing is not to think about him too much! Why get upset, as the Persians say - all the same until it did not come, why grieve, and when it happened, it would not help?
Cheer up!
In the meantime, we will start making trenches... In the east, closer to the mountains, we will plant parsnips. We need to make beds for it, as there were three hundred square meters, the harvest should be about 900 kg plus 270 kg from the "miracle" of fertilizers... total, 1170 kg! In general, not bad! Why was the owner afraid to take a farm of 2 hectares? Probably decided to see how things go on 40 ar? Let's see what happens?! On the other hand, here are those poor creatures who did not think, but simply planted, got good harvests... but they could not adjust the logistics and they burned down... as my master said. It's probably correct, you must first check on the small, if it goes, try on the large.
This was the right decision to enter into contracts with restaurants, as an ordinary customer, who understands the value of these vegetables and berries, is not so much. With restaurants it is the right money. Chicory will do the same beds on 3 macaws... It turned out great! Only 480 kg! Good stuff, you can eat raw, make coffee and treat cows!
In the south, I will make a place for the loofah just nothing 2 ar, the owner will need to help. Well, materialize according to my desire poles... tubes... create a design... as for a vineyard... fruits will hang on it! Almost 900 kg if everything else goes to 30 percent increase in yield will be very good!
We will also organize a 2 ar already here and 1 ton for fennel!
Do not forget about the pumpkin, 4 ar... 1.6 tons! Then the watermelon will have to work harder... As many as 7 ar!!! But let's fill up... 2.1 tons! To us materialized ent.i.ties, magic berries go very well! Watermelons and peaches are them! Since ancient times, they have helped people fight against all kinds of wickedness, and also gave them energy and strength. Like us!
In the north, we will have a place for an artichoke of 3 ares from 150 to 300 kg in total. But the vegetable is also specific, not all have tasted it, they know little about it. On the one hand, it restores the cells of the liver; alcoholics most of all, to restore their liver. On the other hand, there are a lot of oxalates...
Irga will immediately create the beds 2 ar, 500 kg of crop. I will not forget about strawberries 2 ar about 500 kg, strawberries 2 ap, the crop can be up to 580 kg, raspberries, poor Dilshad, will be tortured to water, she loves water, and if not irrigated, turn into a weed, there will be a lot of thorns and few berries - 2 ar and a harvest of almost 600 kg. Black currant is still 2 ar, 300 kg yield. I see you have to do a good job this summer!
But in the west I will make a place for Fesalis 2 macaws and a harvest of 400 kg, I finish work already 4 ap sea buckthorn, oil is good for him and for me! Harvest 1.2 tons and maybe more?
Something I'm tired, I will now sleep all day in the garage. I hope this muddle Dilshad did not forget to clean the garage? Then in a dirty and dusty place to rest is not so good for the spirits for us... we also love clean places.
Hey, Suhrab, you have to determine who we are materialized substances, spirits, alien beings or who else?
But does it matter, Dilshadu? Anyway, we can talk, think, feel, then we are people? Drop it... which means we are aneroeroid... and do we need to comply with the three archaic laws of antiquity robotics by Isaac Asimov?
I think, no, it is not necessary... we are generally magical creatures... not subject to logic... different from all other creatures from all the novels, manhvs, manhua, mang, ran.o.be.
So don't think about it. If it's magic, so let it be a lot! We live once! But what about the cliche? Established, spent on the main stereotypes of readers? How can you go on thin ice at your own risk? Why not?
Why, do you need a system that controls you, gives you tasks, subst.i.tutes, does updates to get experience points? You know, as our host, Dara, says, we already have a clan system, it already throws us such tasks, such experience, that one more system would be more than enough?
On the other hand, when I was on the Internet, I ran through other novels, don't be afraid, junior, there are such magical creatures who have such power as we have. We are not new! In the 21st century, I will tell you, many literary methods have already been tested thousands if not hundreds of thousands of times. Well, unlike their worlds, ours is real, so let's create in our world or is it not our world? But this is the world of our master, which means our world?
By the way, did you clean the garage?
What?
Garage, you say idiot, washed?
Not! It was necessary?
Of course, idiot!
Come on, my!
No, I'm so tired!
But I do not care, my!
I will not!
I'll beat you!
Hey, at least help me?
Good!
I will give you valuable guidance!
Ahhhh...
Work…
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It was getting dark... Fang contentedly slept in the stroller, with a happy smile. Today, he was both afraid and rejoiced, and was angry, and disappointed, and then fascinated, surprised, delighted, got a lot of emotions from negative to positive. Lastly I ate from my heart, drank a magic herbal tea... and got drunk from him... just got tired and got chopped off...
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Eh, I was so tired, said Sukhrob, lazily indulging, looked at Dilshad with a kind smile, who was snoring in the corner. It seems, I forgot to put a barrier. Something is not enough power, I will put it on 5000 meters... and in the morning it can already be on all 50 km and maybe 150... all the same and we need our own system of updating and pumping skills and replenis.h.i.+ng energy. From the cliches do not leave!
Clicking his fingers, big and medium, as is customary in the clan world, Suhrab set up a magical energy barrier so that no outsider could get on their farm. Could pa.s.s only their own...
Dara was driving a motorcycle and wondering how to be now? What was that coin? It seems that someone from the family today or yesterday or the other day was talking about some other coin... you will need to ask the relatives later...
What kind of glitches with this tea... but pleasant glitches... surprisingly, Dara was driving in the dark, as the roads are usually not lit in the village. But he saw everything well, as he did during the day.
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Arriving at the farm, Dara, started the motorcycle in the garage, surprised to look at the dusty tractor and some kind of a drooped rotor in the corner. The system in his brain turned off and did not issue an update that he had two new a.s.sistants - Suhrab and Dilshad. The system is also tired and disconnected.
The day today was awesome! I still have the hair on his head moving from him... even Bro's hair sat, one bunch... he dabbed it. Well, we have the norm that such guys like me at the age of 22 years are already 10 percent gray. From all thanks, you need to tell our clans and their fun and dynamic life imposed on us, by the age of thirty gray hairs get up to 30 percent, to forty of them 40 and after 50 all 70 percent. Therefore, we quickly understand how real life works. After 30 years of life, there are few fools left.
On the other hand, each world has its own characteristics. We have, for example, immediately "not their own" cut off from the resources and do not allow to develop. They send their own studying abroad in elite universities. "Not ours" are kept far away from water sources, on dry rations, pressing down for reliability... they release 20 years later... but continue to monitor all contacts, movements, so that at any moment everything is closed. Meanwhile, strong, gaining experience, with new contacts and exits, clan young masters come... all the roads are open for them, all potential compet.i.tors are eliminated...
Well, something like this. Therefore, farming is one of the possible ways out, although who knows... something weird is creeping into something...
Better when these thoughts are not...
Hey, Fang, wake up! Let's go to sleep, a lot of work tomorrow! Fang barely opened his eyes... what, you scream in your ear...
My head hurts. Well, not surprisingly, he blew out his head while driving along the night foothill plain... My head is splitting...
a.s.s, that strange day never ended...
Let's drink herbal tea, hot, I'll give you a double portion of it?! From his head just go away, if you add mint, crystalline sugar, basil... and ginger... well, we have dried herbs in the kitchen.
What are you really?
Not! This is a true, folk remedy!
Come on?!!
Hurry up!
My head is splitting!
Then while you can be using, the Vietnamese miracle balm "golden star"?! Help them head. It will be easier! It helps! Come on and over there, take it yourself in the dining room on the table.
Why?
Well, after my discovery, my head ached, and I smeared it. It seems to help.
Well, you continue to surprise and amaze me...
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By the way, for tea, dried fruits are well suited... while we were at the cafe, I went to the minimarket at the gas station... they were selling this!
A plastic cup and inside it 250 grams of dried fruit - pear, apple, persimmon, melon, cherry, peach, apricot and half a walnut...
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