In order to update, while pondering mathematics, history, economy, and ancient cultural doctrines every day, I also have to say three more every day, close to 10,000 words, and never dare to conceal or deceive.

Then, I found that there were still seventy monthly tickets away from the late Ming Ke god above, seventy, this is the beginning of the month, and there is a gap of seventy votes at the beginning of the month, which shows that the tiger's diligence is obviously not worth the gods.

The tiger feels so tragic, it eats grass, squeezes out milk, eats less than a cow, and does more than a cow.