sovbooks 0028 Late Night Snack
0028 Late Night Snack
Zhu Shiting had no idea that a casual post on his WeChat side account could spark all sorts of fantasies in two pretty young girls.
He took a taxi to Hongqiao North Road and immediately contacted Li Han to pick up the newly issued business license.
"Shi Ting, I've prepared the certificate and official seal for you. Please take a look."
As night fell, Li Han was strolling with his wife in a stroller in a park near the stadium when she handed him a large brown paper bag.
Upon opening the paper bag, Zhu Shiting saw the newly issued business license of Ruixian Shiting Import and Export Trading Co., Ltd., along with several official seals.
"Thank you, Ah Han. I'll transfer the processing fee to you," Zhu Shiting said gratefully.
I took out both the original and copy of the business license and looked at them. The scope of business covered the entire document, ranging from e-commerce and software development to import and export trade, financial consulting services, and so on.
Almost every business scope that an ordinary person can think of has been registered on it.
It would be really difficult to get such a complete set of documents processed in one day without having some connections, so Zhu Shiting wanted to thank his childhood friend in person.
Unexpectedly, Li Han seemed indifferent: "Forget about the money for the certificate. It's just a matter of sending a message. Just transfer me 200 yuan for the cost of making the official seal. In the future, when your business grows bigger, Shi Ting, just remember to take care of my Da Bao."
"Take care of your eldest child? Of course, no problem. After all, I'm one of his five godfathers."
Seeing his childhood friend's politeness, Zhu Shiting didn't dwell on the few hundred yuan for the certificate processing fee.
After taking a walk with the young couple for a while and joking around, teasing his godson in the stroller, he went to the nearby parking lot to get his old Nissan Sylphy and drove towards Qianyang Town.
When passing by a street stall selling braised dishes, Zhu Shiting specially packed 400 yuan worth of braised beef, pig's head meat, roast goose, and chicken feet, spending money so generously that it didn't seem like someone who drives an old Nissan Sylphy at all.
By the time I got back to my home in Qianyang Town, it was already past 7 p.m.
Seeing her beloved son, who had been out all day, return with several large bags of braised vegetables, Li Yuan, the mother, complained to him about wasting money: "Why did you buy so many braised vegetables? There's so much beef and mutton in the fridge that we can't even finish, all you do is waste money."
"Mom! I did a good deal with a friend today, and we made quite a bit of money. Let's celebrate a little."
Zhu Shiting made up an excuse on the spot and went to the storage room under the stairs to get a few cans of beer.
After a whole day of running around, I got over 1200 million yuan in my account. I should definitely have a drink to celebrate.
"Even if you earn a lot, you can't waste it like this."
Seeing that her son, who rarely drinks, had actually come home and opened a beer today, Li Yuan felt as if the sun had risen in the west. After asking him a few questions, she went to the kitchen and cooked a vegetarian dish for Zhu Shiting to have with his beer.
As for the extra braised dishes on the table, Zhu's mother took a thermos, picked out some, and rode the family's electric scooter to deliver them to Zhu's father, who was on duty at the factory.
"Raise sons frugally, raise daughters lavishly."
"It seems that my family's frugal spending habits won't be changed anytime soon."
Seeing this, Zhu Shiting chuckled, poured himself a full glass of wine, and began searching online for historical books related to the late Ming Dynasty while eating.
His conversations with the popular livestreamer during the day broadened his horizons and also sparked a stronger interest in learning about the history of the late Ming Dynasty.
Since he would be frequently traveling to and from the late Ming Dynasty in the future, Zhu Shiting felt he had to read this book in order to avoid being completely lost.
Therefore, he bought some books, whether they were official histories or unofficial histories, as long as they involved 1645.
There are more than 50 books in total, covering geography, climate, historical figures, and analysis of the course of major battles in the Ming and Qing dynasties, which is enough for him to study on his own for a period of time.
As for any difficulties he encountered while reading, Zhu Shiting planned to seek paid consultation from a senior expert in Ming Dynasty history.
Anyway, he has over ten million yuan in his account, which is enough for him to audit classes at top universities like Tsinghua, Peking, Fudan, and Shanghai Jiao Tong at his own expense.
However, while buying these Ming Dynasty history books online, Zhu Shiting suddenly remembered the mountain people of Jiyun Village.
He was holding a beer mug, chewing on braised beef, when he slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Oh no!"
He's making a fortune and living a life of luxury in this modern world, but he's forgotten the order he gave to gather the five villages yesterday.
Without sufficient supplies, those 500-plus people who were hastily gathered together might go hungry and cold tonight.
So, taking advantage of his mother's return after delivering the late-night snack, Zhu Shiting quickly left the table, washed up, and removed the dust and grease from his body.
He went back to his room, locked the door, and was instantly teleported there.
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The late Ming Dynasty.
At night, the temperature inside Jiyun Mountain dropped sharply.
Because the deity had given the five villages a decree to merge them, after discussion among the five leaders, the four villages of Lin, Wang, Li, and Zhou, like a scouting party, sent most of their able-bodied men to Jiyun Village ahead of time, intending to build houses together.
However, due to the long-term malnutrition and weak constitution of these mountain people, coupled with the hasty delivery of the notice, they spent most of their daytime delivering messages and traveling.
At night, the more than 300 people hastily ate a bowl of rice porridge cooked with celery on the village's open ground, and then squeezed into the drafty thatched huts, sleeping together under the warmth of the 80 celery quilts.
When Zhu Shiting arrived under the cover of night, the entire village was eerily quiet.
Only Sun Lu and Zhou Ren, along with a few able-bodied men, stood guard by the earthen stove, keeping watch for any activity inside or outside the village, and preventing any attacks from snakes, insects, or wild beasts.
Just then, Zhu Shiting, reeking of alcohol and burping, appeared out of nowhere under the eaves of a thatched hut.
Seeing the group warming themselves by the fire, Zhu Shiting greeted them, "Oh, Miss Sun, has everyone eaten yet?"
"My lord, immortal!"
Sun Lu was overjoyed to see this.
The celestial beings have secretly descended from Heaven tonight!
Moreover, judging from the other party's smug and well-fed appearance, he must have just attended some Heavenly Peach Banquet, where he drank celestial wine and ate dragon liver and phoenix gall.
If they hadn't enjoyed the peaches at the Peach Banquet, why would the immortals have bothered to greet and befriend these mortals?
Having imagined this, Sun Lu stepped forward and reported truthfully: "Reporting to the Immortal, the village has already eaten dinner. As you instructed, most of the immortal rice has been cooked, and everyone, regardless of age or gender, has been given a bowl of thick porridge."
After saying that, Sun Lu led Zhu Shiting to take a look around the thatched hut.
Seeing the mountain people huddled together in groups of four or five for warmth, hugging each other without any regard for propriety under their plastic quilts, and lying down in the straw piles to sleep soundly early in the morning to conserve their energy, I noticed that they were not very active.
Seeing this, Zhu Shiting smiled knowingly: "It's alright, it's alright, as long as no one is cold or hungry."
When he was a child, he often lived in Aodi Village. His grandparents' daily routine was the same as that of the villagers. They would arrange to eat around 4 or 5 pm.
As soon as it gets dark, the two elderly people go to bed early. They not only rarely watch TV, but they also rarely turn on the lights in the house.
The only form of entertainment was probably sitting at the village store before dark, chatting with a group of elderly villagers.
To his utter surprise, the daily routine of this group of mountain dwellers from the late Ming Dynasty was just like that of his grandparents.
There's basically no entertainment at night; survival is the main concern.
"A divine being actually concerned about us like this?"
"I really want to erect a statue and shrine for the old man!"
"If it were the government officials and those landlords and gentry, would they care about the lives of us lowly people?"
Hearing that the immortal master was worried about the basic needs of them, the humble people of the mountains, Sun Lu and Zhou Ren were all deeply moved.
If it weren't for the rule set by this divine being that they shouldn't kneel and kowtow in public, the village would probably be in an uproar right now.
During the inspection, Zhu Shiting shone his phone flashlight on several of the night watchmen in the village.
Seeing that Sun Lu and the others looked pale and thin, and had drunk a little wine, Zhu Shiting, who was now a bit tipsy, suddenly had a bright idea and suggested, "Miss Sun, could we wake everyone up for a late-night snack?"
"what?"
"what!"
"The midnight snack the immortal mentioned, is it a late-night meal?"
"Although there is some surplus of celestial food in the village, we have to feed so many people after the village is established. Currently, we are provided with one bowl of white rice porridge in the morning and one in the evening, and we are not so extravagant as to provide a midnight snack. I am also worried that if we eat as much as we want, the stored food will not be enough later."
Sun Lu stammered a few words in response, her face full of difficulty.
Having finally received the rice bestowed by the immortals, life in the mountains had a glimmer of hope.
If people were allowed to eat without restraint, the thousand-plus kilograms of rice wouldn't be enough for the more than five hundred people in the village to consume.
As for Zhu Shiting, who had just earned his first pot of gold from these mountain people, he waved his hand dismissively and said, "Miss Sun, don't worry, with me here, you won't go hungry."
"If you don't have enough to eat, how will you have the energy to work during the day?"
"Even if you arrange for people to set up pots and boil water, I will return to Heaven to fetch some celestial noodles and come right back!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Shiting vanished from everyone's sight once again.
Sun Lu, Zhou Ren, and the others were left looking at each other in astonishment, swallowing hard and muttering under their breath, "Is...Immortal Lord really going to treat us to a late-night snack?"
"And what about the immortal noodles that the immortal spoke of? What kind of taste are they?"