I opened a restaurant in ancient times

Chapter 1

Zhao Heng felt that the surroundings were suddenly hot and cold, the bed board under him was hard, and there was a strong musty smell in the air.

He was woken up by hunger, his stomach was rumbling, and he was noisily dissatisfied.

Zhao Heng has not experienced such a feeling for a long time. After all, in China, there are very few people who can't eat enough. He struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was not a white hospital, but a dilapidated house.

What he was wearing was not a long coat and trousers, but a blue-black rough cloth bunt, which looked like ancient clothes. Zhao Heng sat up, a little confused about his current situation.

How shabby is it? There is a room, two benches, a tattered bed, and other than that, there are some small bits and pieces piled up in the corner, I don't know what is there.

And Zhao Heng is now lying on a hard bed, to be precise, it should be on a wooden board. It is probably old, and there is a faint musty smell on the wooden board. With only a layer of coarse cloth, the wooden bed made him feel uncomfortable, and there was no quilt on his body, only a coat.

what happened? where is this?

He remembered that his friend invited him to drink because of his brokenheartedness. The two drank a lot at home. He vaguely remembered that before the film was cut off, his friend pulled him and told him to continue drinking. How did he come to this place when he woke up?

what's going on?

crossed?

Zhao Heng hadn't seen it, but this kind of time-travel theme was popular all over the country back then, and he had heard of it.

At this time, crossing such a ridiculous thing, he accepted it calmly.

In modern times, he didn't have any relatives to miss, the only thing he cared about was the shop that had been in business for many years and his close friends.

Now that I have traveled through, I don't know if I can return to the modern age, I just hope that my friends who are far away in the modern age don't feel too sad.

There was a sudden tingling in his head, Zhao Heng was forced to stop thinking, and his stomach cried out to be outdone. Zhao Heng covered his stomach, hoping it would calm down soon. He stretched out his hand to straighten his tattered clothes, put on the shoes under the bed, and prepared to go to see where there was food in the house.

Just as he stood firm on the ground, he suddenly heard someone shouting from outside the door.

"Is anyone at home? Is anyone there?"

Zhao Heng had a dry throat because he hadn't drank water for a long time. He coughed violently with one mouth and put his hand on the edge of the bed.

Didn't hear the answer, but heard a faint coughing sound, Zhang Qiao hurriedly shouted: "Are you okay? I'm in?" The

door was pushed open with a creak. Zhang Qiao put the things in his hand on a stool not far from the door, and then helped Zhao Heng to sit on the bed.

"Are you all right? Are you feeling better?"

Zhao Heng carefully observed this person as soon as he entered the door. After all, he didn't know anything about the world now.

The young man was tall, with a hint of concern in his eyes, and he didn't look malicious.

Zhao Heng answered him with relief: "Thank you, I have nothing to do, just take a rest."

Seeing that there was no reluctance between his eyes, Zhang Qiao said with a smile: "My mother asked me to bring you a bowl of rice, If you are new here, you should rest for a while and find a job tomorrow."

New here?

Zhao Heng caught these two words sensitively. The original owner just arrived here?

Because he had no memory of the original owner, Zhao Heng didn't dare to ask questions rashly at this time, so he had to put down his doubts for the time being and return to the young man's greetings first.

Zhao Heng learned the way people greeted with memory in ancient times, and bowed his hands to the young man: "I see, thank you brother for reminding me, I will come to visit and thank you in person when I have a rest."

"We are all farmers here, brother. You can get used to it." Zhang Qiao smiled and waved his hand: "By the way, my name is Zhang Qiao, I live next to your house, come to me if you have anything!"

"My name is Zhao Heng, thank you for taking care of me"

Zhang Qiao added: "You fell ill when you first came here. Maybe you are not acclimatized to the soil and water. You will get used to this place after a while."

"Okay"

Zhao Heng wanted to say something, but there was a grunt in his stomach.

Zhang Qiao patted his head: "Look, I accidentally talked too much, I forgot that you are still ill, eat quickly, I won't stay here, go home first, come back in the afternoon, okay?

" Done, go home quickly," Zhao Heng said with a smile, "I'll send the bowl back later in the afternoon." The

two smiled, Zhang Qiao handed the bowl and chopsticks to Zhao Heng, opened the door and left.

Zhao Heng watched him go out, the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away. He looked down at the sea bowl in his hand, and sat on the swaying bed. Zhao Heng finally ate the first bowl of rice from another world—a bowl of noodles.

The slightly yellowed noodles were soaked in the broth and garnished with green chopped green onions, which looked pretty good.

Zhao Heng picked up a chopstick of noodles and put it into his mouth, and he couldn't wait to eat it instantly.

When I just passed through and took over this body, I was woken up by hunger, and it was all my will to talk to Zhang Qiao after such a long delay.

After eating a bowl of noodles and drinking the soup, Zhao Heng felt that he was really alive after eating and drinking.

God knows that when Zhang Qiao first came in, his eyes were glued to the bowl.

The protest from his body forced Zhao Heng to rest for a while. After cleaning up the dishes, Zhao Heng lay on the bed, ready to rest for a while.

The headache came back again, more severe than the last time, Zhao Heng covered his head, and the pain was speechless.

After the pain passed, Zhao Heng found that he had a little more memory, which belonged to the original owner.

There are not many unfamiliar memories, telling him that this is an era similar to ancient China.

The original owner Zhao Heng originally lived in Liyang City. Because his father was a scholar, the original owner studied with his father since he was a child. Until the age of seventeen, Liyang experienced an earth dragon turning over, which is commonly known as an earthquake.

The memory is very clear. That day was no different from usual. What I had to say was that the sunset that day was beautiful. He came home from outside and wanted to tell his mother and brother about the interesting things that happened today.

As soon as he entered the door, Adi came and hugged him. Adi was a little brother, only five years old, and his family loved him very much. Zhao Heng picked him up and looked for his mother with a smile.

The violent turmoil made him have no choice but to stop. Their home was crumbling. He protected Adi and lay on the ground until a beam fell and he lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I only saw collapsed houses and people struggling to survive everywhere. My brother can't be found either.

...

The earthquake buried his parents underground. After he was rescued, he followed the officers and soldiers to find his family in Liyang, and was later assigned by the Liyang government to this village far away from home.

According to the law, Zhao Heng's father was a scholar, and the whole family disappeared in the earthquake. There was only one Zhao Heng left, and the government gave him three taels of silver for resettlement.

Looking at these, his heart was extremely sour, but fortunately the government was sensible, so that the original owner would not wander around without a penny. But three taels of silver also represented the lives of his family, so Zhao Heng would not take this money lightly.

In a trance, Zhao Heng seemed to see the original owner Zhao Heng wake up in the hospital, observing the world that was inconceivable to him in astonishment.

It is strange to say that the original owner is also surnamed Zhao Mingheng, which is exactly the same as his name, and both of them are now fatherless and motherless.

There is a kind of intuition that the two will never be able to exchange it again...

Complaining is useless, it is better to think about what to do in life in the future. Zhao Heng has never been a person who complains, and since he is here, he must be good. To live, not to be rich or noble, but to live a worry-free life.

He felt that it was impossible to read, not to mention how bad his grades were when he was in school, the eight-legged essays that were required in the ancient imperial examinations alone were a big deal.

Zhao Heng pondered, he still had to pick up his old job.

He was originally a cook in modern times. Although he has no great skills, he still has no problem saving enough money for food and clothing.

His grades were not very good. After graduating from junior high school, he only went to a vocational school to learn cooking. After graduating from high school, he entered the society and started to work hard.

Until before the time of crossing, his restaurant was just about to open a branch. Unexpectedly, things were unpredictable, and when he opened his eyes, he came to this village of an unknown dynasty.

After thinking about it, no matter what, the most urgent task now is to make money to fill the stomach first, and to take good care of the body can find a way to get rich. As the saying goes, the body is the capital of the revolution.

Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, Zhao Heng: ""

Better get well soon and make money.

Occupational disease of being a cook - you must do the best you can when you cook, so that you won't feel wronged.

Besides, now that you are in another world, you shouldn't feel wronged.

Zhao Heng went to the yard, took out a stool from the house, sat at the door of the house and basked in the sun for a while. At this time, the sun was not so poisonous, just right.

The cicadas chirping in summer, the sound of people saying hello, the sound of the wind blowing leaves, hearing Zhao Heng's ears, is the sound of a new life opening.

After getting rid of the unreality he had just woken up to, at this moment, he finally realized clearly that life in modern times can only exist in memory.

After sitting and resting for a while, Zhao Heng really couldn't be idle, so he got up and went to get the tableware and chopsticks, ready to send it to Zhang Qiao's house, and observe the surrounding environment by the way.

Before, I was so hungry that I was so weak that I didn't have the energy to look around.

Looking closely now, the house is surrounded by gray walls, and broken bricks and rotten tiles are piled up in the corners to produce ashes. Looking away, he opened the door and walked out. Zhao Heng was surprised to find that there was a kitchen next to the main room.

Although it was tattered and empty, all that remained was the dusty cooktop and crock pot.

But if it's good, it can't be Zhao Heng's turn to live here.

The yard is very small, and the walls are almost gone, only a short wall is left.

It seems that if you live here for a long time in the future, you will have to clean up the house. Zhao Heng thought to himself that when he earns money, he must renovate the house he lives in.

Just thinking about his future life, Zhao Heng walked to the door of Zhang's house unknowingly. It's easy to identify, because in such a big place around here, Zhang's house is closer to his broken house.