Lingao Qiming

In the early days, it was a carnival for science and engineering men, but later on it tended to degenerate into obscene fanboys (petty bourgeois literary youths, dynasty fans, divine sticks and Confucian sticks). The main reason is that technicians are basically locked in a cage of specialization. Nowadays, most of the writing is on people who are not from science and engineering backgrounds. The problem is that the shortcomings of poor logical thinking ability and low data sensitivity of young literary masters have been exposed too much, resulting in a decline in rationality and an increase in the sense of violation. Reduction in experience, dissipation of enthusiasm, and decline of forums, these seem to be unavoidable disasters for group writing.

The level of the creative team is too uneven, and the Lianzhou chapter on the public platform has set a new lower limit. How many years have passed, is Lingao still not a mature coal-steel complex? If so, why is there a shortage of guns in frontline areas like Lianzhou where veterans exist? Other things can be missing, but guns are missing in a state of war? What were the supplies used for? If not, what kind of thing have we been watching all these years? In the 1960s, the things that the third-line construction brought in were not necessarily as good as 500 waste, and there were not necessarily so many people. The education level was still low, and there was no political autonomy. Military factories could be formed in the valleys in three to five years. What are these people in Lingao doing? There is also a special offer for seniors, a beverage produced in a factory that is easy to sell and can be supplied to tens of thousands of people on one production line. Why does it have to be a special supply for seniors? Are you particularly addicted to this word when you always get special offers from veterans? If you want a special offer, can't you change it to a frontline special offer or something else? In addition, dedicating a whole chapter to describing simple composting toilets is also very problematic. For example, when we write about a match factory, you can introduce in detail the production line for cartons, the production line for wooden sticks, the production line for gunpowder... It makes people feel the difficulty of industrial development, which is the charm of this book. In the middle of the war, you spend 3,000 words explaining to me how to build a rural toilet that is simple and crude. It is inexplicable. Wuzhou is not much better here. On the one hand, we emphasize that we are a quasi-frontline, on the other hand, the security is extremely lax. The prisoner camp is completely laissez-faire and creates artificial instability factors. People's choices are also very strange, forcing them to "have no choice but to". In which dynasty and generation has rebellion not been the number one crime? As long as the issue of treason is reported, other issues are basically punished by three drinks. How can it be "only"? Looking forward to the blood sacrifice to liberate the elders and advance the plot.

The further you read, the less you know the author's intention... No matter what you write, as long as it is written into words, it is an expression of the author's purpose. When the intention of some novels is too obvious, we call it "hiding private goods." The intention of hiding private goods in "Lingao" is like a searchlight in the dark, anyone who is not blind can see it. However, as I read more and more, I became increasingly confused as to what the author's intention was. To give an example, for the positioning of 500 People, an epic novel of innovation and transcendence, we cannot expect the protagonist(s) to be half good and half bad like people in daily life, each playing 50 big guns. It's like entering a 5-star hotel, ordering a "All Truth Set Meal", singing and dancing, and fireworks, only to be served a bowl of white rice covered with boiled lettuce, and then told you: "plain is the truth." You won't refute, let alone flip the table, but you can't help but say MMB in your heart. Novels are just like this. Although everyone knows that "plainness is true", if it is really written like this, no one will read it. Therefore, the protagonist(s) of the novel must have a certain position. It can be a good guy, a bad guy, or a "three or seven" in a pretentious way. I originally followed the general idea of ​​​​online novels and regarded the 500 protagonists as good people, but the institutions and settings of old Japan, the names of people learning Japanese language, and the behavior of Western colonists all irritated me. Thinking about it later, most of these 500 people are people who have abandoned their families or have traveled through time. They are similar to the real "Australians". They are still weak in power and are still scheming. All their actions are based on self-interest. They may really be bad people. But if this is the case, more than half of the chapters in the book are about the "seniors" who spent sleep and food, and were not afraid of dangers (without the author's golden finger, the number of dead veterans would be in three figures). If you are a person who only cares about self-interest, you will definitely be cheating, indulging in work, and at the end of the day, you are just trying to cope with the situation. So you can't call him a bad guy. For the sake of authenticity, the positioning is "three to seven open", and it is difficult to tell which side is seven and which side is three. If you think about it carefully, their time travel did not allow them to live a better and more comfortable life, and it was of little significance to their descendants: regardless of what a group of people who abandoned their parents thought about their unborn descendants, the world they left to their descendants in the future would not be better. So what kind of people are the 500 people? Is it just to compare with others? Or is it just to drag down the word count?

My daughter is 5 years old and you wrote this before I got married. It's not over yet. From Guangdong and Guangxi to the whole country and then to Southeast Asia, the Middle East, Oceania, America, and Europe. I estimate that I will write 100 million words. If you have written 100 million words, I will order all your books even if I beg for food. I haven't even watched half of it now. It was so torturous.

To be honest, Queen Du is the character I hate the most after ten years of chasing her...

Take a look at 500 Wastes, from youth to gray hair, this book is not finished yet

It's been a month and I'm drunk! Can you show us a little respect?

Dear author, it has been more than 10 years since you started writing this book in 2009. It has been very hard for you to write, but it is also hard for those of us who follow your book. Please can you update quickly, frequently and stably! Don't spend three days fishing and two days drying the nets and always give yourself a vacation! Look at the authors in Qidian. Are there any authors like you who take two days off a week, holidays, and winter and summer vacations?

Oh! My Spongebob! Look what I found!

If it weren't for Yuan Long, I wouldn't have met you here.

I have been a fan of the book for 7 years and have been reading it for a year. I am really not disappointed. I hope the updates will continue.

It is recommended to follow the American visiting scholar scholarship system and invite young and middle-aged teachers from major colleges in China to conduct high-level study tours for 3 to 6 months (full scholarship). The entire activity will be accompanied by senior naturalized citizens. At the beginning and end of the activity, closed lectures and discussions will be held for one week each to conduct a thorough understanding of the visiting scholars and strengthen their ideological stamp. The intervening 10 to 22 weeks of visits are interspersed with visits to new-style schools such as Fangcaodi and other new-style schools, providing Australian-Song style new life and living allowances, and organizing weekly discussion and study groups. Within 6 months after the visiting scholar returns to the original academy, he or she must provide a learning experience report of no less than 5,000 words based on his or her teaching life in the original academy to the Australian Song Organization. After that, each station in Australia and Song Dynasty organizes a former visiting scholar association (alumni association) every year in the form of talks, poetry gatherings or garden tours, and distributes souvenirs marked with "special supply", such as unparalleled national scholars or high-end new Australian and Song Dynasty stationery, etc., In order to strengthen the centripetal force of their small groups and achieve the penetration of Australian and Song Dynasty culture and ideas. To the outside world, it can be called "Fu's Plan". During the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, a wealthy businessman from the cloth family, Mr. Fu, was fond of poetry and prose since childhood but failed in examinations. He often supported poor scholars to study, and for a while he became a good talker in Tokyo. After the Yashan Incident, the Fu clan destroyed Jiatao and faced national calamity. They engaged in business in Bo Ni Ao and regained their lintel in the Song Dynasty. They still did not forget the ancestral precepts to support poor students. In recognition of his willingness to do charity and promote culture, the Senate established the scholarship fund as the "Fubu Fund".

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Woc! My mom, I am still writing the novel I followed in high school two years after I graduated from college? I'm afraid I might have to leave a will and ask my son to burn it to me before I die. . . . . No, maybe my son will say something when he comes down: Old man, the novel you are chasing is not finished yet. I left a will and asked my son to burn it when it is finished. . . . . . .

Wen Desi, the vanguard, Wu De and Xiao Zishan were on the "Venus" train. The train stopped suddenly. Wen Desi frowned and instructed, "We can't complete industrialization just by relying on the consciousness of the naturalized people! Let the new slaves push the carts behind!" The train remained motionless. The frontman thought for a long time, called Ms. Du Wen to come over, and gave the order kindly, "Xiao Du, go and tell the responsible comrades of the railway department that starting from today, free hawthorn cakes, jujube cakes and yogurt popsicles will be provided to railway department employees and their families every day." The train remained motionless. Dean Wu touched his receding hairline, gritted his teeth, and issued an instruction tremblingly, "Immediately tilt the steel and coal quotas to the railway department!" The train remained motionless. Director Xiao, who had eaten and drank with veteran Li Xiaolu, slowly walked back to his seat from the dining car, took out his laptop and typed a few lines. The train started to move forward amidst the roar.

In Lingao Qiming's book, he often deconstructs and ridicules the system of the Senate, including the characters in the book. However, this does not affect the senators' firm belief that the Senate is the most advanced and civilized superiority complex. What is this? This is self-confidence in the system, self-confidence in the road, and self-confidence in the culture.

Just now, dear Ma Dugong's Zhihu homepage was permanently banned. (Sad face...) This must be the conspiracy of the evil Wen Ni Group! (Funny)

The author's thinking is similar to that of the civil servant group in the late Ming Dynasty, which is reflected in the absolute rule of the senators over the indigenous people. After the 500 wastes have a certain territory and power, their internal enthusiasm for playing political games is much higher than defeating the Ming Dynasty and expelling the Tatars. After eight years of travel, they are still in Guangdong and Guangdong. Otherwise, how can we say that they are 500 wastes!

More than 2,000 chapters, updated in 10 years, less than 600,000 words released, goddamn historical nihilism

The further I go, the more I can't stand it anymore. How come my writing skills have deteriorated over the past ten years? As a farming novel, there is almost no plot about the development of science and technology in the whole text. Not only is the level of science and technology not as good as when I first traveled through time, but there is also no progress in the science and technology restoration project, as if the technical level of these more than ten years has been locked up. The confidentiality work and institutional advantages are the same as the air. The indigenous people can come and learn whenever they want, without any regard for the backwardness of the feudal system. And the plot becomes more and more fantastic as it goes on. I don't know how some people have the nerve to call it "real". Paul, who is building cannons alone in Nanyang, Shi Weng, the court boss who ignores Shaanxi and Liaodong and is dedicated to suppressing the southern bandits, Ming Dynasty, who has only a few years to live and is still alive and kicking, and each sect and sect that seems to have been transported from a martial arts novel. I think it is better to change it to a fantasy novel than a historical novel. Every time I see the various conspiracies of the natives succeeding, and then I think about how useless these people were when the Qing army entered the customs, and in the end they were worse than the Zheng family who had been wiped out earlier, I want to laugh.

Volume 1 Chapter 33, Chapter 43, Chapter 44, Chapter 46. Volume 2 Chapter 8, Chapter 25, Chapter 38, Chapter 70, Chapter 148, Chapter 164, Chapter 165, Chapter 168, Chapter 169. Volume 3 Chapter 49, Chapter 50, Chapter 102, Chapter 103, Chapter 104, Chapter 106, Chapter 107, Chapter 108, Chapter 109, Chapter 176, 1 Chapter 77, Chapter 209, Chapter 274, Chapter 275, Chapter 315, Chapter 316, Chapter 317, Chapter 318, Chapter 319, Chapter 321, Chapter 322, Chapter 323, 3 Chapter 31, Chapter 332, Chapter 333, Chapter 335, Chapter 336, Chapter 337, Chapter 338, Chapter 339, Chapter 341, Chapter 342, Chapter 350, Chapter 351, Chapter 352, Chapter 355, Chapter 356, Chapter 357, Chapter 358, Chapter 363, Chapter 364, Chapter 365, Chapter 371, Chapter 372, Chapter 381, Chapter 382. Volume 4 Chapter 21, Chapter 35, Chapter 58, Chapter 62, Chapter 64, Chapter 101, Chapter 105, Chapter 132, Chapter 133, Chapter 134, Chapter 193, Chapter 194. Volume 5 Chapter 14, Chapter 26, Chapter 37, Chapter 68, Chapter 69, Chapter 114, Chapter 115, Chapter 116, Chapter 131, Chapter 132, Chapter 200, Chapter 207, Chapter 208, Chapter 209, Chapter 210, Chapter 219, Chapter 220, Chapter 221, Chapter 222, Chapter 223, Chapter 224, Chapter 367, Chapter 368, Chapter 369, Chapter 370, Chapter 389~Chapter 472. Volume 6 Chapter 1~Chapter 483. Volume 7 Mainland-Guangzhou Governance Chapter 1~Chapter 416. Volume 7 Mainland-Guangdong and Guangxi Strategy Chapter 1~163. These are some chapters that are missing now. If you want to read them, go to Baidu to pirate them.

Well, the author, please let Ma Ni go to Dushan to take office when he writes in Guizhou 🙂

I just found out that Dr. Li is also a reader😭

Alas, the book friends who are still persisting now are all here for the modernized New Ming Dynasty in the 17th century under the Senate. The highlight is the changes and impacts of the old and new eras. Now I turn to old-fashioned novels about martial arts, world affairs, and officialdom. They are really an old woman's foot-binding, smelly and long.

Lingao Joke Once upon a time, a group of short-haired thieves came from outside Wanli Shitang and committed all kinds of evil in the south of Ming Dynasty. Among them was a man named Xiao Zishan. Although he was the director of the Kun people, he was not afraid of power and wrote straightly. He recorded all the crimes of the Kun thieves in a book called "Lingao Qiming". Wen Desi, the leader of the Kun thieves, heard this and was very frightened. He threatened Xiao Zishan and said: "The sins of our Kun people are so great that they are too numerous to record. How can you record them all?" Xiao Zishan replied: "After my death, I will still have my son, and my son will have my grandson after his death. My descendants will always finish writing "Lingao Qiming"." After hearing this, Wen Desi felt helpless and returned angrily. So, Xiao Zishan gave birth to two daughters.

Lingao Qiming was only good in the first half, and it got worse and worse since the big boss fell out. Nowadays, the dog's tail is replaced by the mink, and the dead wood is used as the beam. Just leave it open-ended.

Seeing Zhang Bolin and the others retreating, the passers-by on the opposite side of the street and on the street also retracted their heads into their bunkers and waited in response to the commander's whistle. The two sides suddenly became silent. Suddenly, there was a roar, the earth trembled, thick smoke and dust filled the sky, bricks and wood flew in all directions, some bricks flew into the house, and a series of screams were made. Just after the outbreak, the travelers who had been prepared for a long time let out an earth-shattering cry. You Laohu brandished a long knife and led the people to rush into the collapsed gate first. The road in front of the house was already littered with corpses and injured people. There were several bloody people crying for their fathers and mothers. As they fled through the courtyard gate, he caught up and chopped them down one by one. Some of them were paralyzed in fear, either kowtowing to beg for mercy or dumbfounded, and there were also a few women boiling water among them. The time traveler was holding his breath at this time, and he had no intention of showing mercy to the weak, and he was quickly stabbed to death with bayonets. Some people who had been forced to defend their houses threw down their shotguns and muskets and ran for their lives in the backyard, shouting as they ran: "Run for your life! Run for your life!" A few long-standing bandits or members of the Gou family knew that once the house was broken down and they were physically weak, they still tried their best to resist. However, even in a hand-to-hand battle, they were unable to fight against the red-eyed crossers. The inferior iron swords they used were unable to withstand the three-edged bayonet on the SKS rifle, and they were quickly wiped out. Others saw this situation and hurriedly ran for their lives. The door of a house was rushed open before it could be closed in time. In a moment, the doors of all seven houses were opened. Some of the people guarding the house tried to escape through the back door, but an ambush had been prepared there, and those who went out were either killed or captured alive. Wu De heard shouts of killing, cries for mercy, and curses inside. He knew that the mansion had been completely breached. To be fair, he was still satisfied with the battle. At this time, he was in a very happy mood. He raised his hand and looked at his watch: it was just after half past eight. Starting from the back door, the captives were escorted, including men, women, old and young. Wu De asked people to lock them in a dilapidated temple in the village, waiting for screening and deportation. After another half an hour, the shouts of death in the house gradually quieted down. Occasionally, one or two particularly penetrating screams would erupt. A specially formed search team was searching everywhere to see if any fish had slipped through the net. After a while, the commandos who rushed in began to withdraw one after another - this was arranged in advance. Once the mansion was completely controlled, the fighting team would withdraw, and the planning committee personnel would inventory the spoils and collect them one by one into the treasury. But Wu De still found some disharmony. Someone had a woman's colorful clothes wrapped around his head, someone was holding a tricolor horse's leg, and a few simply worked together to carry a large vase out. The order not to take the loot privately was completely forgotten. After quickly stopping the robbery and reaffirming discipline, he walked around the street again and inspected the situation at the back door. There were many dead people piled at the back door. They were all killed by the team guarding the back door when they tried to escape. Some were dressed in gorgeous clothes, some were in rags, and some were women and children. In the chaos, they were either shot to death by rifles or pushed and trampled to death. Many of them were carrying soft packages and small boxes in their arms. The smell of death is everywhere. Wu De sighed. He then led people into the house to inspect. Most of the houses were empty, with doors and windows wide open. Tables, chairs and furniture were pushed aside. They seemed to want to resist one by one. Unexpectedly, the house was luxuriously furnished with many furnishings, including various vases, screens, ornaments and even antiques. Some of them had fallen to the ground and smashed to pieces. Although Wu De has no research on this aspect, he still feels that there are too many such things to be ridiculous. There are still signs of resistance in the courtyard. Stones on the ground and under the steps have been dug up. Some courtyard doors have been blocked with stones from the back door. Swords, guns, gunpowder, and blunderbuss are scattered all over the ground. When I walked to the backyard, I saw several combat team members escorting a group of prisoners to carry out the corpses one after another. They were all women, old and young. Wu De looked up and saw some cut silk ribbons on the beams. Knowing that these were the members of the Gou family who had committed suicide, he felt pity in his heart. He was a soldier and originally took things like death very lightly, but the scene at this moment couldn't help but move him. The person in charge was a veteran from the military team. He had a gloomy face and was smoking a cigarette. When he saw Wu De walking over, he said, "Chief, this is too tragic -" "No need to say more, let's continue the mission." He paused and softened his tone, "Crying all the way is not as good as crying as a family. Have you found Gou Xunyi?" "Not yet. We have found a few servants and maids from the Gou family who have surrendered and are identifying the corpses." He exhaled a puff of smoke. "I really can't figure it out. Why would we commit suicide? Could it be that we would eat them again -" "We are afraid that being raped will make us lose our moral integrity or something." Wu De thought that ancient people were very feudal, probably because of this. It seems that it will take a long time to establish a good public image. As we were talking, someone came to report that a dungeon was discovered behind the livestock shed in the backyard. Wu De just walked to the door and saw several time-travelers walking out with a group of people, some with shackles, some with iron chains around their necks, and some with ropes tied to their hands. They were all sallow and thin, walking unsteadily in the sun. When he asked, he learned that these people all owed rent lessons and loan sharks to the wealthy Gou family. Because they were unable to repay, Gou Xunyi sent Xiang Yong and his servants to arrest them and put them in private prisons. There were also people who offended him for other things and were imprisoned by him. Thinking that Xi Yazhou had specifically told him that several elders from Yanchang Village were imprisoned in Gou's house, he asked someone to ask if there were any from Yanchang Village. Hearing someone ask, several old men in the team knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly. Wu De quickly went up to help them up. When he got closer, he realized that these people were smelly, but they were already close to him and it was inconvenient to shrink back. He helped them up and told them that it would be okay. People from Yanchang Village would come to pick them up soon. These old men couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, but the village chief Tan Guiqiong was smarter. Seeing their appearance and attire, he thought of Chief Xi who came to buy salt from him that day. Suddenly he suddenly understood and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Are you... Sent by Chief Xi?" Wu De laughed and didn't explain much. He asked someone to take them out and gave them some food to wait for the people from Yanchang Village to pick them up. He turned around and said to the captain in charge, "Unlock all the shackles and chains for them, give each of them some food and let them go home." One of the young men heard that he was about to tell them to go home, and shouted to Wu De: "Master Shorthair, we have nowhere to go back, can you take me in?" Seeing that someone was about to defect, Wu De said with a smile: "You want to join us? We are not serving as soldiers to feed ourselves. We have to work hard and fight with our lives. It is not a good job." "Anyway, a poor guy who is single will not have any blessings in life, and he will be nothing more than a bowl of scars in death. What are you afraid of?" "Okay, I'll take you in. Just tell the registered person when you register later." "Sure!" Everyone else left with a lot of gratitude. Wu De was curious for a while and led people into this private cell. The private cell was a semi-underground dungeon, which was smelly and very humid. The walls were hung with rusty iron chains, shackles, shackles, as well as torture whips, bamboo wrenches and various instruments of torture. It's eerie at first glance. This appearance reminded Wu De of the movie he watched about Tibetan serfdom when he was a child. The movie left him with a very eerie feeling. He quickly came back in disgust. Xi Yazhou's voice came over the walkie-talkie, and their moving team was coming. Along with Xi Yazhou came hundreds of people, old and young, and some women. Those who had livestock drove animals, and those who had no livestock carried baskets or cloth bags. The newly formed salt farm village soldiers carried swords and guns to accompany the guards. After these days of continuous training, they have come out looking good. The work of recruiting migrant workers started in the afternoon of the day before yesterday. The militia captain Tan Chengqing and the women's director Tan Xiaoqin were responsible for delivering the message. They only said that they were going to carry food and property for the short hairs. After transporting it back, they would deliver it to the designated place, and then the association would distribute a portion to the people. Although the residents of Yanchang Village have received some relief and their situation has improved slightly, the salt has just been shipped out and they have not yet exchanged it for money and rice, so life is still difficult. As soon as they heard the call, every household immediately rushed to respond and prepared to take action. Cheng Dong of the Planning Committee was in charge of this matter. In order to avoid temporary disputes and taking things home privately, Cheng Dong asked Xi Yazhou to divide the people into small teams, with each team holding a leader. In order to facilitate identification, he asked people in each team to sew a strip of cloth of one color on their arms. A small flag in the team's color is placed on the team leader's body, so that it is clear at a glance. Before dawn, these hundreds of people had gathered in groups one after another. Everyone brought dry food and water with them. It was only then that everyone knew they were going to Goujiazhuang. The people in this village had suffered misery from the Gou family. They were very excited when they heard that Short Hair was planning to break up the Gou family village and asked them to transport property and food. Some people who originally didn't want to go came to participate. Considering that the village still needs people to dry salt and guard, Xi Yazhou politely declined. He just said that no matter whether he went or not, the people in Yanchang Village would get a share of food and property. Now everyone was even more energetic. They hardly rested along the way and hurriedly and slowly came to Goujiazhuang. People from the Planning Committee are already taking inventory of various supplies one by one. The Gou family's supplies can be described as "abundant". More than a thousand dan of coarse and fine grains were found in the barn alone, and another 100 dan or 200 dan were found in various kitchens and warehouses. There are nearly a hundred mules, horses and donkeys, and five to six hundred pigs and sheep. These are just food. The traveler found a special warehouse in Gou Xunyi's residence, and the three rooms inside were warehouses. Some warehouses are filled with all kinds of cloths and silks, some have entire warehouses of porcelain and pottery, and some are dedicated to storing various types of wood and spices. More than 200 packages of pepper alone were found, each package containing nearly fifty or sixty dollars... The number and variety of various items were dazzling, and it was hard to believe that this was a wealthy person from a small county in the southern border area.

The book is a good book, and the details of the historical deduction are good. However, these five hundred people are too bad. They are a group of typical scum. They used the technology to travel to the old time and space and traveled to the ancient times to dominate. They have no moral bottom line. They completely vented the bestiality and cruelty suppressed by modern society on the ancient people. They did the despicable thing of colonizing the ancient people, and their actions exceeded the lower limit of human beings!

Today's Lingao is like an old woman's foot-binding cloth, smelly and long. We are suffering as we watch, and Director Xiao makes it difficult. It's better to just summarize the current situation in Lingao, then finish it off, and leave the rest to the fans. Or cut off the messy branch lines and directly promote the main line to unify the country. Anyway, there is no exciting content in the branch lines now. What's the difference between squeezing out a toothpaste-like update like this now, and what comes out is not toothpaste, but shit, and an old woman in her seventies or eighties hanging a sling bottle in the ICU. She refuses to hang it up, so she just carries it and thinks about it, right?

The plot in this very long novel really makes you feel that times have changed. Except for a few characters in the old version, they are all selfish in their human nature. The elders are all trying to ensure that their own descendants will be in power. We are wary of the natives inside and out. If we could, we would wish that all mastered technologies would be turned into black box technologies like Warhammer STC, and only a small amount of technology would be spread to the natives. With the long writing cycle and the separation of veterans. The plot has gradually moved closer to emancipating the mind, civilizing the people, and establishing a scientific and democratic modern society. In the later stages, the enlightenment of the elders and those in the early stage are almost like traveling through two different groups of people at the same time. A strong tearing sensation can be found. Sure enough, as the economy develops, civilization will progress more.