As soon as Su Yang opened his eyes, he became a poor man in Yingtian Mansion of the Ming Dynasty. His fame was hopeless, his family fortune was ruined, and he was about to starve to death. He looked at the half-cooked cake in his hand, then looked at the vendors and footmen running around the street looking for a bite to eat, and slapped his thigh: There are so many business opportunities here, why are we doing the imperial examination and delivering takeaways?
