Selling Snail Noodles Is a Lesson to the Ancients

Li Fugui, 25 years old, is the owner of a 15-square-meter snail noodle shop in a village in the city. His biggest dream is to save money to open a branch. Until closing time one day, he discovered that the yellowed "Along the River During Qingming Festival" on the wall could actually lead to the Song Dynasty - by clicking on the third bridge hole of Hongqiao, things could be delivered to Bianjing City of the Song Dynasty. Steamed bun? Bland and tasteless. Cola? Weird poison in the Western Regions. Until he handed over a bowl of smelly and spicy snail noodles—— Wang Houde, the minister of etiquette, squatted on the floor of the imperial study room and slurred the soup on his beard. He repeatedly said, "Smelling it feels like falling into the toilet, eating it feels like entering a fairyland"; Princess Duan drove all the maids out of the house, ate three bowls by herself and licked the bottom of the bowl, and gave her a silk banner to "have both fragrance and smell"; Song Renzong Zhao Zhen pinched his nose and took a sip, and on the spot awarded him the title of Sixth Grade "Imperial Snail Sacrifice" with a hundred taels of gold. During the day, a bowl was sold to the laborers for twelve yuan, and at night, a bowl was sold to the palace for ten taels of silver. Li Fugui: "I did some cross-bank business." Neighbor: "Oh, pre-made dishes are really profitable." ——Suitable for both ancient and modern times, sour bamboo shoots are invincible.