Under the dark night sky, in Longyang Town, the ghost market.

Because regular markets required daily taxes, small vendors from impoverished families couldn't afford to set up shop. So, starting from some unknown generation, another market—the ghost market—naturally emerged at the foot of the city wall outside the city gates.

After the market disperses in the city and the lanterns are lit, the officials who collected fees all go home to rest, and only then can the ghost market begin to operate.

A row of stalls lined up along the city wall, one after another. There were vegetable vendors, cat vendors, poor veterinarians who stayed up all night treating livestock, farmers selling grain, and middle-aged women mending clothes for passersby.

Of course, the most common stalls were food vendors, whose customers were mainly city night owls, travelers passing through, or wandering wanderers. They made the nightlife very lively, and their business was no worse than in the city, enough for them to support their families.

Under the cover of night, there was an old man and a young man who were both clumsy in business. They often couldn't make money, but they set up their stall on time every day.

Aunt Guan was wiping several empty tables back and forth, pretending to be busy to attract customers, according to her own theory. Just as she looked up, she saw the young owner swaying, his forehead hitting the city wall, and collapsing to the ground. Startled, she dropped her rag and stumbled to help him up, not even caring about getting her bulky cotton trousers clean. She plopped down on the ground, lifting the young owner's limp neck and crying out in distress, "Oh dear, you can't get hurt, my poor child!"

He quickly picked up the teapot from the table next to him and tried to pour water into the young boss's mouth. When he couldn't get it in, he pinched his philtrum.

The surrounding stalls were packed with diners, all bustling about, and no one noticed the incident happening there amidst the noise.

For several days in a row, business at the barbecue stall was extremely poor. The customers they managed to get in always ate for free, and the stall was almost on the verge of bankruptcy. Aunt Guan privately suggested that they switch to selling wontons like the ones next door, but the young owner refused without even thinking about it.

On the one hand, if they switch to selling wontons, what will happen to Grandpa Ouyang, who runs the wonton stall? They are all poor people, and competing for business is competing for survival.

On the other hand, this barbecue is a family recipe passed down through generations, and it's both a matter of principle and obligation to continue. If my own cooking isn't delicious, it's because I haven't mastered the craft. Only through more experimentation and practice can I surely revive the family business in my lifetime.

So, the two of them have been struggling to survive on empty stomachs until now.

With more and more days of barely making ends meet, he didn't even dare to eat his fill. He had to save every penny to buy vegetables and meat so he could barely open for business on time each day. The small business owner would always eat only a little bit before saying he was full and couldn't eat anymore.

Fortunately, Aunt Guan noticed in time. It took Lan Ya Mei a while to wake up from her dizziness. She was weak! Her vision was blurry and the world was spinning! She was covered in a layer of cold sweat, sticky and sticky. Her eyelids were heavy and she couldn't open them. In her dazed state, she didn't care who handed her water, and she swallowed it in big gulps until she slowly woke up and her vision gradually cleared.

Struggling to get up from the ground, he frowned as he looked at the old woman beside him. She looked to be around forty years old. She had a silver plum blossom hairpin in her hair, wore a dark red short jacket and wide-legged cotton trousers, and had a high nose and big eyes. Her skin was a little loose, but you could still tell that she was a beauty when she was young.

But who is this person?

"Great! You're awake! I'll go get you a bowl of wontons. You can't just drink water to fill your stomach, there's a long road ahead, child..." The old woman saw that the young boss was awake and quickly called out to Ouyang, who was busy and dizzy with business, "Old man, hurry up and cook a bowl of wontons."

Who am I? Lan Ya Mei was bewildered.

In the pitch-black night, the area at the foot of the city wall is brightly lit, and the food stalls are crowded with people dressed in ancient costumes. Where is this?

I was doing yoga at home, and then, an earthquake struck...

Lan Yamei pushed the old woman away, and as soon as she stood up, she was hit with a severe headache as the original owner's memories flooded into her mind.

The original owner was 22 years old, with the same name as himself, but 13 years younger. He was the down-on-his-luck owner of this small barbecue stall in the ghost market. He had no parents, and the old woman in front of him was a lonely old woman named Meilin Guan, whom the original owner took in. She was also called Aunt Guan, and was the original owner's only employee, companion, and relative.

Lan Ya Mei frowned. Had she transmigrated? She usually enjoyed reading transmigration novels, and now she had? In disbelief, she raised her hand and slapped herself twice across the face. Ouch!

It seems I really did time travel!

I was just practicing yoga in my luxurious penthouse when suddenly the ground shook violently, giving me a concussion. When I realized it was an earthquake, a 32,000 yuan crystal chandelier was smashing down on my head, and when I woke up, I was in another world.

Oh my god! I've time-traveled already? I wasn't prepared at all! I don't even know which dynasty or era I'm in. It's true what they say, you only realize how little you know when you need it. How am I supposed to survive if I can't even tell which dynasty I'm in?

When the young boss slapped himself, Aunt Guan was speechless for a moment. Had she damaged her brain?

He patted the shop owner on the shoulder, pointed to the only table of customers leaving, and said weakly, "Boss, the customer didn't pay and ran away."

Lan Ya Mei is obsessed with money. Her 300-square-meter mansion and top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz were all earned penny by penny! So, no one can skip out on their bill under her nose. Upon hearing this, she immediately shouted on her gut, "What are you waiting for? Chase them!" As she spoke, she grabbed a crudely made wine bowl, spun it around, and sent it flying toward the back of the heads of the three people who were about to leave.

In Aunt Guan's eyes, the small business owner has always been a kind-hearted softie! In situations like this where the customer skips out on their bill, she can't fight back or argue with him, so she can only bury her head in the sand and defend him.

So when the young boss said he wanted to pursue her, Aunt Guan really didn't react.

Is this resolute and decisive demeanor from the same person? The change is too rapid!

The wine bowl struck the back of the opponent's head squarely, causing blood to gush out.

"Damn it! You're asking for trouble? You dare to open my head? Guys, get him!" The skinny man with the smashed head turned around, one hand covering the back of his head, the other pointing at the two women, menacingly ordering his brothers to teach him a lesson.

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