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Silver Lunar Calendar Year 361. I, McCree, traveled to Yinglar as an unlucky guy. As a time traveler, it stands to reason that I should have mastered survival techniques such as fighting spirit, or the mysterious magic from Hogwarts, or even worse, had strange abilities such as taming dragons, but I didn't have any of these. The industrial revolution first began on ocean shores like the Mediterranean. With the help of emerging ports and navigation technology, exchangers were working tirelessly to resell goods; The smell like pickled fish lingers in the city-state all year round, but what is even more incredible is that in an era when newspapers are flying everywhere, some places are still using ropes to wipe their butts; In the hinterland, which is slightly larger than Greenland, dozens of boring countries are fighting back and forth. Yesterday they split, and today they might be getting married. Tomorrow the emperor is still alive and kicking in the palace, and the day after tomorrow he might be on the guillotine. If this trend continues, and I, with my rich knowledge, live another hundred or two hundred years to survive the Second Industrial Revolution, I might become the next Baron Rothschild. But according to big data analysis, it is clear that I will not live to retire while engaged in the cool and cool profession of being a trustworthy person. Fortunately, I have no plans to retire either.