Travel through ancient times and become a great hero

"Master Zeng, the spices you use to cook dishes are indeed very tasty. They are exactly the same as the spices used by our boss. Even better."

"I just had this idea on a whim. I want to earn some extra money for other purposes. If Mr. Zhang thinks the spices are good, can we sign a contract?"

"We both have a fixed supply of spices. How about this? You send me ten packets of spices every day, and I'll use some when I cook. The key is to see how the diners react. If the response is good, we can sign a contract."

"Okay. Then I'll go back and get the spices." Zimo thought, he developed the spices with great care, he must make a plan, otherwise it would be too slow to make money.

He made wine from wild grapes.

Use coconut natto to make canned coconut natto.

Sold to merchants. Sold to the sons and masters of wealthy families.

Among them was a young man from a wealthy family, Xia Yunyuan’s second uncle, Xia Yushi.

Thinking back to when the family split up and the relationship ended, Old Master Xia drove his second uncle back to his hometown in southern Xinjiang.

The industry here is no worse than that in Kyoto.

It involves restaurants, gambling houses, money houses and grain shops.

All in all, Mr. Xia is too partial.

But Xia Yushi is a spendthrift, a hedonist, a playboy who loves to eat and drink.

In Kyoto, when he was the head of the family, he cheated his third brother. So all his money was obtained by cheating. He was not good at running a business, but he refused to admit defeat.

He heard that someone was selling delicious wine on the street, so he wanted to try it.

As a result, I couldn't stop drinking it.

So he decided to buy Zimo's winemaking technology.

How could Zimo sell the technology he had just developed?

He also planned to give it to the common people so that they could make better wine and earn money.

But Xia Yushi didn't know Zimo's thoughts. He thought the money he gave to Zimo was too little, so he refused to give.

So he gave Zimo 500 taels of silver and asked Zimo to give him the wine-making recipe.

Zimo still disagrees.

He was anxious. After asking around, he found out that he was just a small servant in the government office.

He mobilized his thugs to rob and rob.

But then he thought again, if the government office came to look for them, things would be different now than before.

Now all the newly appointed prefects are military generals.

He was afraid of getting into trouble.

It seems like they are still using the same old tricks. Digging a hole for Zimo to jump into.

Little did he know that Zimo was not someone his younger brother could leave alone.

Moreover, Zimo is both civil and military, and extremely intelligent.

Although he is young, he knows a lot.

With Xia Yushi's tactics, he would be lucky if he didn't lose everything he had.

Xia Yushi is just too self-righteous.

He first found someone to bribe Zimo and bought Zimo's wine every day.

Then invite to dinner as a friend.

Come to Fumanlou to have a drink.

Although Zimo doesn't drink normally, his alcohol tolerance is amazing.

Zimo also discovered that this friend had bad intentions.

But they didn't make it public, waiting to see what they were up to.

After three glasses of wine, the man was already lying on the table.

Zimo also pretended to be drunk and staggered out.

At this time, several big men came over and carried Zimo to the gambling house.

Zhang Qi saw the whole thing and was worried about Zimo.

Zhang Qi knew that Zimo was a new clerk in the government office.

Out of his pity for the scholar.

He still went to the government office to inform the prefect.

When Ye Xiuxiu found out, he immediately broke out in a sweat.

If anything happened to Zimo, he would have ten heads to chop off.

Moreover, this fraud happened in his own area. This kind of fraud is also a stain on his political achievements.

He also considered that if a large number of yamen runners came to siege, those people might become even more cruel to Zimo.

Just in case, he pretended to be a gambler and went to the gambling house with five skilled warriors.

Zimo himself was not drunk.

Five big men carried Zimo to the gambling table.

Zimo pretended to be drunk and looked at the people around him.

Then he pointed at the gambling table.

"What? If you can't drink, come and gamble with money. Who's afraid of who? Come on. I'm not afraid of you." After saying that, he slapped a silver note of 500 taels on the gambling table.

"Who wants to gamble with me? It's just a small amount of silver. I can afford it."

Xia Yushi initially suspected that Zimo was pretending to be drunk, but when he saw him slap the banknote on the gambling table, he believed that his mind was already confused.

A small official who made a living by selling wine. This was probably all his property.

What he wanted was his wine-making skills. He didn't care about this little bit of money.

"Since you want to gamble, I will gamble with you."

"Our boss is here, sir, let's make a big bet." A gambler nearby added fuel to the fire.

"Okay. What do you want to bet on? I can't do anything except brewing wine."

"I'll use this gambling house as a bet. How about you use the wine-making technology as a bet?" Xia Yushi said with a smile.

"That's how I make money. No more gambling! Bring me a glass of water, I'm dying of thirst." Zimo said and went to drink some water. Then he lay on the table.

"How about this, I'll raise the stakes. How about a gambling house and a bank as the stakes?"

"Boss, this is not possible. This is half of the boss's fortune!" the housekeeper said anxiously. He thought, is the boss crazy? If he loses the bet, half of the fortune will be gone.

"Plus a manor. It just so happens that I have nowhere to live!"

Zimo drank a sip of water, then his face flushed, and he looked at Xia Yushi with a dazed look. He closed his eyes from time to time, and then opened them wide to look at his banknotes.

Xia Yushi looked at Zimo's state and made up his mind not to change his mind.

He is a professional gambler. How can a poor kid turn the tables?

At this time, a few more gamblers came.

Everyone came to watch the fun.

"Then it's a deal. If you lose the bet, you'll keep your promise. You won't go back on your word. Come on, come on. Here's the document, sign it."

Xia Yushi had one of Zimo's hands pulled over and stamped on it. He also pressed his fingerprint without hesitation.

After stamping his handprint, Zimo pretended to be a little more sober.

Looking at his red fingers, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he lowered his head and waited patiently for them to deal the cards.

Seeing this moment, everyone thought Zimo was bound to lose.

The cards were dealt by the butler. The gambling house belonged to Xia Yushi.

Most of them are regular customers of the gambling house.

Only the five or six people who just came in were unfamiliar faces.

Zimo felt more at ease when he saw Ye Xiuxiu pretending to be a gambler.

"Dealing cards. After the game, I'm going to go back to sleep. I'm so sleepy."

"You are quite careless! You still want to sleep? Good. It seems you will not give up until you reach the Yellow River. Deal the cards!" Xia Yu Shi shook his head, signaling the butler to deal the cards.

They were betting on big and small cards, and they had rigged the numbers.

Zimo knew there was a lot of content here.

He once studied with Mr. Dong Yu.

Moreover, Dong Yu's cheating skills are unmatched.

Although Mr. Dong Yu told Zimo not to get involved in this industry.

However, in order to train the heir to the throne of the royal family, he still wanted him to be proficient in some of the various religions and classes, so as to avoid being helpless when encountering such a situation in the future.

After years of polishing, Zimo's cheating skills have reached the pinnacle.

As soon as the butler dealt the cards, Zimo's mind started to spin rapidly.

He looked at Xia Yushi's expression while judging the points of the other party's cards.

The moment Xia Yushi rolled up the cards, he knew what was going on.

He quickly picked up his cards, looked at them, and put them down again.

He kept tapping with his index finger.

They bet on a best-of-three format.