When I have nothing to do, I write short articles to entertain others and myself.
When I woke up, I lived in a shabby house in the Song Dynasty, with only four walls left and only a smelly river fish left.
Zhou Peng held his nose and picked up the fish, and suddenly he had an idea: Haven't the people of the Song Dynasty tasted the charm of smelly mandarin fish?
Improved formula, hawked on the street, went from being rejected to long queues.
Seeing that the shop is booming, it is inexplicably targeted by local gangsters and is involved in a bizarre smuggling case.
Zhou Peng scratched his head: I'm just selling a stinky fish, why did the Imperial City Department even come?
