In the Ming Dynasty 1498, my restaurant connects two worlds.

Based on the long-distance transportation needs of vegetables from the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps, Song Xiaoyi chatted with He Dayu for several hours. The two decided to jointly register a transportation company, purchase a batch of five-ton refrigerated transport vehicles, and operate the transportation company in a strictly corporate manner. Employees are enrolled in social security and are also covered by full accident insurance.

The relevant regulations and rules can be found online and slightly modified.

He Dayu's first business trip was to the Yuhua Noodle Factory, where he transported the first truckload of steamed buns and pastries to a certain military unit in Xinjiang, and then transported a truckload of mixed vegetables back.

After returning from He Dayu's house, Song Xiaoyi still had to go back to his residence in Taoye Ferry to keep his appointment with Zhu Zhishan, Wen Bi, and Gu Qian.

The three of them easily got Tang Bohu drunk with "Sky Blue" provided by Song Xiaoyi, and then slipped away to the next room.

Curiosity is a universal human trait, but the ancients were more persistent than modern people in exploring the unknown—especially the future and destiny.

In the courtyard of the Song residence, the osmanthus wine, Wanglaoji herbal tea, orange juice, and peanuts on the table remained untouched. Song Xiaoyi faced off against three others, and all four remained silent.

"Brothers, let me ask you this first: do you believe in Xiao Yi?"

The three nodded in unison. He seemed friendly and not a bad person, and he was willing to take in Xiao Shifu and his mother, and even let them live in such a luxurious house, not treating them like commoners... The three felt a great deal of goodwill towards Song Xiaoyi.

If there's a foundation of trust, things are easier; otherwise, it's easier to fool someone.

"If I told you that Xiao Yi is a celestial being who descended to earth for training, would you believe me?"

The three nodded in unison again.

Damn, you can actually believe that? Okay, then I'll start my serious scam.

"Let's talk about Bohu first. Whether Xu Jing is a bad person or not, we won't discuss that for now, but he must have some ulterior motives. Don't you three agree?"

The three of them continued to nod simultaneously. They had been secretly studying and reasoning about the results of Zhu Zhishan's test and elicited information that day for a whole day.

According to the records of the celestial realm, Xu Jing was a man of wicked thoughts and evil intentions. If Bo Hu had come into contact with him, his life would have immediately declined. Yesterday's "Ode to the Golden Powder of the Six Dynasties" was the pinnacle of his life.

"Upon reaching the capital, his life will meet an even more tragic end."

"Even more tragic? How tragic?"

"Abandoned by his wife."

"Imprisonment."

He will be barred from holding office for life.

"Because I would be implicated in Xu Jing's examination cheating case and wouldn't be able to extricate myself."

"!!!" The three of them were all shocked upon hearing this.

"What if we don't contact Xu Jing?"

"He passed the provincial examination in August and became the top scholar in Nanjing."

"Brother Xiao Yi, is this truly how it's recorded in the Immortal Realm?"

"Brother Zhishan, this is indeed a record of the celestial realm that Xiao Yi saw before descending to the mortal world. Wait, haven't you always believed me?"

"Belief or disbelief is just a matter of a single thought."

"Whether the top scholar in this year's Nanjing provincial examination will pass or fail will soon be known."

"Alright, I'll talk to you after the results of the provincial examination are released." Zhu Zhishan thought for a moment, "I'll stay by Bohu's side and prevent Xu Jing from getting close."

Song Xiaoyi stood up and bowed, "Thank you."

"Brother, you have no connection with Bohu, why would you risk everything to help him?"

"Helping Bohu is helping you all, and isn't it also helping Xiao Yi's own growth? Our entanglement and bond started with that bowl of instant noodles."

"And what about me? How will I fare in this provincial examination?" Gu Qian finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Heavenly secrets must not be revealed."

"You..."

"Qian Di, don't force Xiao Yi."

"That's right, 'heavenly secrets cannot be revealed' actually means that you are being told a lot of information, and you have to figure it out for yourself."

After hearing Gu Qian and Song Xiaoyi's words, Wen Bi, who had wanted to ask about his fate, swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Wenbi, sigh, let's wait until after the provincial examination. We should help him out, no matter what.

"Now that you've finished asking the questions, come here. The writing materials are ready. Finish the painting you two did yesterday, 'Chicks in the Ancient Capital of the Six Dynasties.' Sign it, affix your seal, and Brother Zhishan, you should also write a poem and affix your seal. I have a great use for you."

All three of them clutched their foreheads and fell backward. So that's what you were waiting for!

The more money I earn, the less I feel like I have enough. After opening the transportation company, I still need to set up a factory in XJ. Isn't it all to increase my connections and influence in the Ming Dynasty?

Who am I doing this for? It's all for you! Do you know how hard it is for me?

The "Chicken Paintings of the Ancient Capital of the Six Dynasties" is part of a series. Even if it's not for sale, it would be nice to give it to Mr. Wu if the opportunity arises.

Tomorrow, I'll drag Tang Bohu out of bed and have him copy "The Golden Powder of the Six Dynasties." I'll let it dry for another day, and on the 7th, I'll find an opportunity to sell it to the Jinling Museum. Or, I can improvise and see who's participating. If possible, I can sell it half and give it to a national museum to create a protective umbrella.

The original copy of the legendary lost "Ode to the Golden Powder of the Six Dynasties" was actually thrown into our old Song family's warehouse as waste paper. Isn't that dramatic?

Did you think the banquet hosted by the Jinling Museum on the 7th was the main course, featuring the Song family's traditional dishes? No! That was just the appetizer!

Wasn't the dean trying to give everyone attending a memorable experience?

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"One day I'll stew you!"

Early on the morning of the 5th, Song Xiaoyi was woken up again by the rooster from the Yan family next door.

After getting up, Song Xiaoyi went next door to knock on the door and pulled Tang Bohu out of bed. "Come on, Brother Bohu, write another copy of the 'Ode to the Golden Powder of the Six Dynasties' that you wrote at the Ma residence the other day. I have a great need for it."

Tang Bohu, still half-asleep, almost forgot what he had written. It was only thanks to Song Xiaoyi's constant reminders that he managed to finish writing, paragraph by paragraph. While Tang Bohu was "forced to get up early to work," the others gradually got up, washed, and arrived at the Song residence.

In order not to waste time, Song Xiaoyi sent Xiao Shifu to the restaurant to pack breakfast.

Inside the Song residence, Gu Qian was grinding ink, Wen Bi was helping to press the paper down, and Zhu Zhishan, with his excellent memory, could remember almost everything he read after just one reading. He took over Song Xiaoyi's task and reminded Tang Bohu from behind.

Since the four of us had a long talk last night, our friendship has grown even stronger. Of course, it's also possible that my "divine intervention" really fooled them.

It took more than an hour before Tang Bohu finally put down his pen.

"Brother Bohu, please add the signature: Written by Tang Yin of Wu County in the seventh month of the year Wuwu at the Song residence in Taoye Ferry, Yingtian Prefecture."

"Why the Song residence? Shouldn't it be the Ma residence?"

"Isn't this the Song residence? Hurry up and write it down, then affix your seal, wash your hands, and have breakfast."

"Come on, Brother Zhishan, Brother Wenbi, Brother Qian, it's your turn. Appreciate the essays and poems. Each of you should write at least one, the more the better. Don't forget to sign and affix your seal."

"Master, in my uncle's words, this is called being forced to work."

"Xiao Shifu, come here too. This is your task. Write whatever you like, but sign it Qiu Shifu."

"Uncle~"

Xiao Shifu looked at Song Xiaoyi with a frightened expression. Even Zhu Zhishan put down his pen and stared at Song Xiaoyi, "Brother, you already knew that Xiao Shifu's surname was Qiu?"

"Of course, you've forgotten, I'm a celestial being descended to earth."

"You knew that on the very first day you met Shifu?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I inexplicably protect them, mother and child?"

"Uncle!~~" Xiao Shifu rushed to Song Xiaoyi crying, hugged his leg, and just kept crying.