When Yanran woke up, the crescent moon was already hanging on the sky. As soon as she opened her eyes, she touched her purse. Fortunately, she was still there. Her sprained feet didn't hurt as much as they were at first, and her stomach began to scream hungry again.

When she remembered that the old Chinese doctor said that she had to apply this medicine three times a day, she carefully applied the medicine for herself. She went downstairs to have a meal slowly, chatted with the people next to her, and learned about the customs and customs of her era. Yanran felt that she was a novice in modern society, but she looked like a genius here.

What country and era is this? Darong Chao, (Yanran said she had never heard of it) papermaking depends on imports, and it would be great to read a few words, and it would be even more awesome to write a few poems. (So few scholars! Yanran couldn't help but be very happy when she sighed. At least she was forced by her grandfather to write calligraphy for a few days and pass a little Chinese painting). The storytelling and opera were repeated over and over again (she could be a screenwriter), and even the dishes in the restaurant were far worse than modern (she had rich theoretical experience and lacked practice, but in ancient times, people were clean and hygienic, and they were real meat. They didn't want to be modern, and they were all the periodic table of elements in their bodies). Thinking about her cells all over her body were excited, how could she do it to operate a small business and make a fortune?

After dinner, Yanran decided to think about this issue carefully. Seeing the night view outside the window, the faint moonlight shining on the classical and fragrant buildings, it was incredibly beautiful. She used to yearn for such a life, quiet and beautiful, but now she only feels a strong sense of homesickness. Mom and Dad, how are you? What are you like in that world? Are you lying on the bed or going to heaven? Grandpa, if I can travel back again, I will definitely practice calligraphy and Chinese painting well, at least be obedient in front of you.

Thinking of this, I felt very aggrieved, and bright tears rolled in my eyes and slid down again. I thought that I was helpless in this world, and my money was only enough to last for a while, so I must not catch a cold or get sick again. Although I was reluctant to leave the beautiful scenery in front of me, I still lay back on the bed obediently, thinking hard about how I could dig my first pot of gold, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When she woke up the next day, she quickly put on her stomach and walked around her. During this turn, her idea of ​​getting rich was shattered.

The area she was strolling on yesterday was the most prosperous place here. The only clinic, hotel and hotel, and the wealthiest Luo family all lived there, and was basically self-sufficient. No wonder the hotel was so small. If it weren't for the geographical advantages and close to a highway, it would have been a loss. After inspecting the business opportunities, Yanran returned to the hotel unhappily and saw that the hotel was very lively today, and the waiter was very busy.

After inquiring, I realized that a young master had taken the servant by his way, booked the shop, and booked the entire second floor (I was so depressed that she was begged by the waiter to move to the first floor, but she had no choice but to nod and agreed), and ordered all the good dishes in the store.
Chapter completed!