Chen Jianghe is forty-two years old, the director of a plastics factory, and a bit bald. His biggest worry every month is whether his salary will be paid on time.
He never dreamed that one day the entire factory—including people, equipment, and warehouses—would appear out of thin air in a Northern Song Dynasty wheat field.
One hundred and three workers. Twenty thousand plastic pots. A diesel generator with ninety-one days of oil left.
No mobile phones, no RMB, not a decent road.
Wang Xiufen, the cafeteria aunt, knows how to pickle vegetables, make wine, make soap, and tailor. She has been cooking for twenty years, and she can travel through time without stopping her work.
The porter Liu, who is 1.92 Meters tall and extremely powerful, always takes the initiative to lower prices when selling things, and gives away chickens, eggs and vegetables, which gives Chen Jianghe a heart attack.
Accountant Zhao Xiaolan, with silver-rimmed glasses and amazing mental arithmetic skills, has worked the night shift for ten years and is well-informed. On the first day of time travel, she cut the diesel oil from seventy-nine days to ninety-one days.
Quality inspector Xiao Li, 22 years old, dreams of opening a milk tea shop. After traveling through time, his dream finally came true - he opened the first milk tea stall in Song Dynasty.
As for the reaction from the Song Dynasty——
When the old farmer saw the iron factory building for the first time, he even dropped his sickle.
When the people of Qinghe Town saw the plastic basin for the first time, they thought it was a treasure falling from the sky.
The drug store owner used soap for the first time and bought it on the spot for 500 yuan.
The scholar in the market drank milk tea for the first time and said, "This thing should only exist in heaven."
The defenders in the distance saw the iron monster emerging from the wheat field for the first time, and wrote an urgent report when they returned -
"Sir, something strange happened in Qinghe County."
