The Imperial Kitchen, headed by Eunuch Wei, opened a takeout business at the Emperor's suggestion. They made a fortune by customizing banquets and desserts for the palace's dignitaries.

The Dasong Coal Co., Ltd. headed by Yuan Zonggao was established in Xishan, with two production departments in Taiping Village and Wangping Village.

Tang Hao, Liu Hong, Yang Bin and their apprentices built the first batch of 6,000 hand-made honeycomb coal machines. They are currently thinking about how to expand the scale to cope with orders from super large customers.

As for Zhao Huan, he reviewed memorials in the morning, listened to lectures by the Grand Secretary in the afternoon, made plans for the development of the Song Dynasty in the evening, and spent his free time waiting for love in the Imperial Garden. However, he got nothing for this, as Zhu Xiurong and her family had already set off to return to Nanjing.

The emperor ruled the country with ease, and the court was exceptionally peaceful during this period. At the second grand court meeting, the proposals of several ministers were all smoothly approved by His Majesty the Emperor.

It was not until June 17th that the peace was finally broken, and Your Majesty's biological mother came to Beijing.

Zhao Huan and Li Gang had previously discussed a plan to prevent Princess Xingxian and Empress Dowager Zhang from living together for extended periods of time. This was to prevent Princess Xingxian from seeing her son pay his respects to Empress Dowager Zhang daily, causing her to feel unbalanced by calling her "mother" and thus causing chaos in the harem. Jealousy in women is a fundamental sin.

Once you enter the palace, it's like entering a deep sea. Zhao Huan didn't want his mother, Jiang, who came from a family of minor officials, to be trapped in this big prison in the palace.

In addition, there is also a little consideration in providing yourself with a reasonable exit interface.

On this day, Zhao Huan changed into formal clothes early and went to Liangxiang with a large guard of honor to welcome his mother to Beijing.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards led the way, and officials came to see him off. A carriage was pulled by twenty-three white horses, followed by a shoulder pole carried by sixteen people, which was prepared for Jiang. Behind them were the ceremonial guards carrying various weapons and a band.

Zhao Huan actually didn't have a deep impression of Jiang. He traveled through time on May 6th for unknown reasons.

On the evening of May 5th, Zhao Huan and his colleagues in the department went over the materials for tomorrow's management meeting and did not finish until 11:30.

By the way, the company is outside the South Third Ring Road and his home is near the North Third Ring Road. It was around one o'clock in the morning when Zhao Huan returned home after crossing the entire Shijiazhuang.

His wife had already fallen asleep, but she did not forget to leave a light on for him in the living room. After Zhao Huan washed up quietly, he lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, 6:10.

Zhao Huan was awakened by the alarm clock. He didn't dare to delay for a moment. He wiped his face roughly, put on his work clothes in a hurry and went downstairs.

I had bad luck today. I couldn't find any shared bikes downstairs in Building 20 where I live. Perhaps the diligent management staff cleared them out overnight. (Zhao Huan always felt that management staff were just not doing their job.)

It was not until he reached the gate of the community that Zhao Huan saw a blue Hellobike. By then, the time had reached 6:33.

Zhao Huan rode his bike as fast as he could and finally arrived at the shuttle bus gathering point at 6:50.

On the shuttle bus, colleagues were discussing the recent crazy oil prices. After the oil price hit nine, the number of people on the bus increased significantly.

Zhao Huan pretended not to hear. He didn't even have his own car, so what did the oil price have to do with him?

He graduated from university in 2015 and has been working for seven years now. From his initial monthly salary of 1,800 yuan to his current monthly salary of 8,100 yuan, Zhao Huan feels that his life is getting worse and worse.

In this pseudo-provincial capital city, housing prices doubled every year, rising from 6,000 to 7,000 in 2015 to 16,000 to 17,000 in 2018. When housing prices were at their highest, Zhao Huan bought into the market because of his urgent need.

According to the original plan, the more than 200,000 yuan saved by his parents through their life-long hard work and the 80,000 to 90,000 yuan saved by Zhao Huan himself were enough to pay half the price of an 80-square-meter house. If he used the provident fund loan, his life might be pretty good.

Ideals are often full, but reality is always skinny. I fell into the trap when prices were at their highest in 2018. The area shrank, the housing prices doubled, and the provident fund became a commercial loan.

From then on, he never had money in his pocket again. He was really too poor. All he had was a happy family, so it didn't matter if he was a little bit hard-working and tired.

He spends all day thinking about how to have fun when he gets rich, but rationality prevents him from even buying a lottery ticket. What's the saying about a man staying young until he dies? Just let him take out a mortgage and see what happens.

Zhao Huan was so sleepy that only a few seconds before thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, a light snoring sound was heard from his seat.

This sleep seemed to be exceptionally long. At one point, Zhao Huan was already conscious, but it felt like he hadn't arrived at the company yet. He thought about sleeping for a while longer, but after a long time, he still didn't hear the clocking-in sounds from other colleagues. Was the car driving so slowly today?

Zhao Huan opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but the scenery in front of him remained the same.

Zhao Huan subconsciously looked for his cell phone, but found nothing. He looked around and found that he was sleeping on a hardwood bed. Further away, there were antique furniture, a bronze mirror and an oil lamp on the table. There was nothing familiar to Zhao Huan.

"Could it be that he traveled through time?"

When Zhao Huan was feeling suspicious, a middle-aged woman in her thirties came in from outside. She was wearing white mourning clothes and her eyes were red. It was obvious that someone in her family had died.

"Chong'er, are you awake?"

Zhao Huan didn't know what was going on and nodded in a daze.

The woman sat down in front of the bed, put Zhao Huan's hand back, which was exposed outside the quilt, tucked the quilt in, and said softly, "The deceased is gone. Don't be too sad. Take care of yourself."

As she spoke, the woman couldn't help but burst into tears.

Seeing the woman in front of him crying too sadly, Zhao Huan couldn't help but hold the woman's hand with a little force.

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