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Books by Sang Ge's Worry-Free Teahouse
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I Foretold the Jingkang Humiliation, Then Transmigrated Back to Save the Song Dynasty 预报靖康之耻我穿越回去救大宋
Lu Chenzhou, a young modern historian, transmigrates to Bianjing in the late Northern Song. Armed with a thousand years of historical knowledge, he hopes to save the collapsing empire alongside the remarkable Zhao Mingli. But against the iron walls of the age, he can only struggle until he is bloodied. At last, in despair, he lights the spark that will preserve civilization, completing a tragic transformation from “observer of history” to “bearer of history’s burdens.” Despair from what is known
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Twelve Hours in the Great Qing 大清十二时辰
If the Qing dynasty's lifespan were a single day, what would happen in those twelve hours? From the midnight oath-taking at Hetu Ala in 1616 to the twilight farewell at the Forbidden City in 1924. Three hundred years condensed into twelve pivotal moments. Every hour rewrites China's fate. When three hundred years of history are compressed into a single day, every hour is a matter of life and death.
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A Guide to Escaping the Corrosive Rain 蚀雨逃亡指南
Amid a sudden global ecological catastrophe, a couple travels 1,200 kilometers from Donghai City to return to Zhang Chen's ancestral home in the mountains of the southwest. Their journey is more than a trek across the land: it is a crucible of human nature, trust, and the will to survive. And what awaits them at the old house is more terrifying than the apocalypse itself. Main characters: Zhang Chen (28): A mechanical engineer, practical and decisive, with wilderness survival skills. He carries
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Kindling the End of the World 末日种火
My name is Keller. It's my 47th day after transmigrating into the wasteland with humanity's last seed bank on my back. When I taste blood on my cracked lips, I know the trackers can't be more than three kilometers away. As night falls, I take shelter in a church with a collapsed steeple, unaware that someone already lives here: a blind priest with pale gray eyes. He accurately tells me how many items are in my backpack. Just as I'm reeling in shock, an engine roars outside the church. “The raide
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