Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

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The second hand slowly moved toward zero.

Jiang Chuan tensed up, gripping the armrests of the sofa tightly.

The only sound in the living room was the ticking of the wall clock, each tick striking my heart.

"Ten...nine...eight...three...two...one."

At exactly midnight, without warning or sound.

The world suddenly turned upside down, as if it had been violently pulled by an invisible hand.

He instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already in the cave.

"Brother, how did we end up here again?" Zhu Jingjing's voice came from behind, soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up.

"Perhaps your father has already dealt with the famine and is now fulfilling his promise to give us this opportunity," Jiang Chuan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, golden characters slowly appeared on the cave ceiling.

"The mission has been accomplished, and the chosen ones have attained their positions. If a memorial hall is to be opened, we should invite the sages of the past to join us!"

As the golden characters dissipated, Jiang Chuan suddenly opened his eyes. There were no more golden characters or grottoes; he was still on the sofa in the living room!

He sat blankly on the sofa for a long time before he came to his senses.

The living room was still the same living room, and the second hand of the wall clock continued to tick at its own pace, as if the dizzying sensation of just a moment ago was merely an illusion.

"Brother..." Zhu Jingjing poked half her head out of the bedroom, rubbing her eyes, "I think I just had a dream, I dreamt that we went to that cave again."

Jiang Chuan turned to look at her, his voice a little strained: "It wasn't a dream, I went too."

"Brother, what does the word 'gold' mean?" The little princess sat down next to him and asked, tilting her head.

Jiang Chuan closed his eyes and repeatedly pondered those words in his mind.

"The mission has been accomplished, and the chosen one has been granted his position. If a memorial hall is opened, we should invite the sages of the past to join us in celebration."

He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the floor, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Open a workshop..." he repeated in a low voice, "A workshop, a winery? A tavern?"

Zhu Jingjing tugged at his sleeve and said earnestly, "Brother, is Jin Zi's word really true? Why don't we give it a try? Opening a tavern shouldn't cost too much, right?"

Jiang Chuan pondered for a while. He still had some savings, enough to open a small tavern.

But can opening a tavern really attract sages to drink with us?

Take Lao Zhu as an example. Even if he wanted to come, he would have to be able to come!

Besides, even if they could come, what if they ran into other customers?

Jiang Chuan leaned back on the sofa, weighing the options in his mind.

A tavern, and financially speaking, he certainly had enough savings.

But what if the gold is just a metaphor, and nothing happens after the tavern opens? Then he really will just be a tavern owner!

The phrase "sharing a drink with the ancients" made his heart pound.

If it were literary figures like Li Bai or Du Fu who came, it would be fine; at most, they would just drink too much and recite a few poems.

But what if a "wise man" like Old Zhu came?

If Zhu Yuanzhang were to actually sit in his tavern, how should he greet him?

Should we kneel and kowtow according to the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty?

Or should we follow modern etiquette and shake hands and say "Hello, Mr. Zhu"?

Even more problematic is the issue with the guests.

A tavern can't just cater to people from the past; it also needs to do normal business.

What if a few customers were enjoying skewers and beer when suddenly an ancient person in a wide robe appeared out of nowhere? The thought of that scene sent chills down Jiang Chuan's spine.

He couldn't very well put up a sign on the door that said, "Ancient people may frequent this shop; those with heart conditions should proceed with caution."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhu Jingjing poked his arm with her little finger: "Brother, what are you thinking about?"

"How do you plan to run a tavern, and how do you prevent the ancients from scaring away ordinary customers?" Jiang Chuan sighed. "And also, if someone like your father, the emperor, came, should I call the police?"

"Brother, what should we do?" Zhu Jingjing gently rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, "Maybe we should just forget about it. The gold inscription didn't say there would be any punishment for not doing it!"

Jiang Chuan shook his head slightly. If he really had the chance to drink with the ancients, how could he miss it?

Regardless, this tavern must be opened!

However, this business model needs to be figured out and tested slowly!

The next morning, Lin Xiaoyu arrived as invited.

Jiang Chuan recounted the events of last night from beginning to end.

After listening, Lin Xiaoyu leaned back on the sofa and thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "So you've decided to believe in that golden rule and open a tavern?"

Jiang Chuan nodded slightly and replied, "How could I miss the opportunity to drink with the ancients! Besides, this might very well determine whether Jingjing can return to the Ming Dynasty, so I have to give it a try!"

"That's easy! We'll just stop accepting regular customers for now!" Lin Xiaoyu thought for a moment and calmly replied, "Once the tavern opens, the three of us will keep an eye on it. We'll see who comes, what time they arrive, and what happens after they arrive. We'll figure out the pattern before we make any decisions."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan's eyes lit up. "Xiaoyu, you're truly amazing! We'll do it your way!"

"Let's do it this way." Lin Xiaoyu counted on her fingers. "Isn't there a small shop for sublet on the street next to your house? It's not big, we can tidy it up and use it. Keep the decoration simple, put in a few tables, stock up on some drinks and snacks, and open it up to test the waters."

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Why did the sky disappear again last night?" he frowned in thought. "It only reappeared after the morning court session. What could have happened?"

Empress Ma was also puzzled and said softly, "Chongba, from what Jiang Chuan and the others said, it seems they want to open a tavern and even talked about 'drinking with the ancients,' which is really puzzling."

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "If it can really be so, I would also like to taste the fine wine of later generations."

Empress Ma nodded slightly and replied softly, "I will go with you then, and I will take the opportunity to see Jing'er."

The Great Song Dynasty, Chuigong Hall.

Upon hearing Jiang Chuan's words, Zhao Kuangyin swallowed hard.

Ever since he saw the golden jade liquid of later generations, he has never forgotten it.

He once offered a thousand gold pieces to find this wine, but after searching the entire Song Dynasty, he found no one who could brew it.

"If such an opportunity truly arises, I will certainly visit that tavern myself and taste the finest wine of future generations!"

Xuchang during the Three Kingdoms period.

Cao Cao's eyes shone brightly as he clapped his hands and sighed, "Ever since that day when I gazed up at the sky and witnessed the fine wines of later generations, even my former favorite, Du Kang, seems utterly tasteless!"

Then he turned to Xun Yu and said, "Wenruo, do you have a way to send me to those taverns of later generations?"

Upon hearing this, Wenruo smiled wryly, cupped his hands, and replied, "Prime Minister, you are wise. The later generations and this late Han Dynasty are not in the same time and space. What strategy can we devise?"

Cao Cao looked up to the sky and sighed, "If I could drink the nectar of those future generations, my poetry and prose would surely reach a new level!"

Three days later, in the modern era.

Jiang Chuan stood at the entrance of the newly renovated tavern, staring at the antique-style signboard, and said, "Xiaoyu, you really put a lot of effort into this renovation."

Lin Xiaoyu puffed out her chest proudly: "Of course! We opened this tavern precisely to drink with people from the ancient times. If the decor were too modern, it would be too surreal!"

Jiang Chuan rubbed his hands together, eagerly pushing open the door: "Let's go, get ready to open for business! Guess which dynasty's sage will be the first to step through the door?"