Transmigrated at Three, I Sell French Fries in the Northern Song Dynasty

Synopsis: During the Jiayou era of the Northern Song Dynasty, the family of Zhang Youxi, a tenant farmer, found a three-year-old child. She was wearing overalls and Crocs, and when they asked where she came from or who her parents were, she knew nothing. And so, the child became the fifth little one in the Zhang family and was given a new name: Xiao Ping’an. The villagers said the Zhang family could barely put food on their own table, yet they had gone and taken in another mouth to feed. But Xiao Ping’an pointed at the hills covered in red fruit and exclaimed, “So many candied hawthorns! Sell them for money and buy meat to eat!” And the Zhang family really did go into the city to sell candied hawthorns, earning enough money to make braised pork for Ping’an. Ping’an was so young that she unknowingly brought bits and pieces of modern knowledge into ancient times. Using her ideas, the Zhang family sewed gloves, boiled goat’s milk, fried French fries… Ever since Xiao Ping’an came into their lives, good fortune seemed to follow the Zhang family, and their circumstances improved day by day. Zhao Jing seemed destined for a life of endless toil. He had finally survived the grueling college entrance examination, but before he even had the chance to enjoy his newfound freedom, he unexpectedly dropped dead right outside the examination hall. Then he transmigrated to the Great Song. From the moment he was born, an enormous responsibility rested on his shoulders. He painstakingly searched for superior crop varieties, developed agricultural tools, and then threw himself into training troops and preparing for a northern campaign… A hot-blooded young man brimming with ambition, he vowed to prevent the Humiliation of Jingkang and the hatred born of foreign invasion from ever coming to pass. Then, one day, he suddenly discovered that someone in Bianjing was selling French fries and hamburgers. Zhao Jing: “If odd changes and even stays the same… where did you come from?” The young woman behind the counter stared at him blankly. Then her eyes curved into a cheerful smile. “Sir, French fries are fifteen wen a serving. We’re a small business, so no buying on credit.” Zhao Jing: “…” You hopeless nine-year compulsory-education dropout! — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Transmigrated at Three, I Sell French Fries in the Northern Song Dynasty — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠