On the 37th day after being laid off, Chen Yuan inherited the dilapidated supermarket left by his grandfather.
He originally just wanted to sell some snacks for the upcoming holidays to make ends meet, until the fire door in the warehouse led to Lin'an in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Spicy strips became tributes, cola was called "fairy brew", and a pack of pickled pepper and chicken feet costing 2 yuan made Xin Qiji compose a poem on the spot.
What's even more outrageous is that when the Internet giant focused on his small supermarket and cooperated with the industrial and commercial tax authorities to seize it——
The door opened.
Xin Qiji was wearing a mountain armor and a sword on his waist, followed by twelve swordsmen, clasping their fists at the camera:
"Xin Qiji, the commander of the loyal army of the Song Dynasty. Who is touching the military supplies warehouse of the Song Dynasty?"
The whole network exploded.
But Chen Yuan couldn't laugh.
Because the system told him:
"New node detected·Qin Dynasty·Xianyang." "New node detected·Doomsday·Safe Zone." "New node detected·Cultivation·Luoyue Sect."
"Please host prepare for docking."
Chen Yuan looked at the only three boxes of instant noodles left on the shelf and fell into deep thought.
——How did he explain to Qin Shihuang that this thing was called "non-fried instant noodles"?
