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"Little piglets, they don't have much of that unpleasant fishy smell to begin with. After being marinated in my carefully prepared unique sauce, they'll be absolutely mouthwatering after roasting!" Jin Shuai said softly with a smile.

"Your Excellency, you are truly amazing! Your culinary skills are simply divine!" Aunt Liu replied with a bright smile, her face full of admiration.

"Oh, right, butler, remember to go to the market tomorrow and buy ten fresh, plump chickens. I'm going to show off my skills by making some delicious fried chicken!" Jin Shuai instructed with a smile.

As night fell, the sky was shrouded in darkness. It was during the reign of Emperor Renzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the night market was already open for business, bustling with people. Jin Shuai longed to leave his house and go out to play, but he couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, I'm still so young. Even if I went out, I'd only be able to glance at the scenery." After all, as someone from modern society, such a noisy scene held little appeal. He couldn't even find a pretty girl with long, shapely legs. So what was the point of going out? Thinking this, he lazily lay down on his comfortable bed and began to carefully consider and plan his future. The raw materials he currently had were enough to produce low-grade cement. While this wasn't easy, it wasn't too difficult for someone like him, a graduate of a construction vocational school with only a smattering of architectural knowledge. There's no other way. Without any magical cheat codes to help me, I can only rely on my vocational school diploma and the knowledge I gained during my time in the army to get by. Anyway, I have money.

The semi-steel can be used to make steel bars, and with the blue bricks, we don't need to build wooden houses anymore, and they're fireproof. The car manufacturing workshop can now assemble parts, making money quickly. The garment workshop can cut and distribute the finished products to individual workers, which is also fast. Farms and plantations are troublesome to set up outside the city; if that doesn't work, we can set them up near the docks! Once the porcelain makers from our hometown arrive, we can make glass distillation equipment, which will produce plant essential oils. Add alcohol, and we can even start making perfumes! Oh, and we also need to make paper... oh wait, and even build spaceships! I can't think about it anymore; the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. Time for bed…

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Jin Shuai's face, waking him slowly. After stretching, Jin Shuai sat up in bed and began to get dressed. He first put on his loose work pants, then tightened the cloth belt around his waist, followed by thick cloth socks and slightly clunky cloth boots. As he finished tidying up his outfit, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This mismatched postmodern outfit is just too ridiculous! It's a joke. I should probably get my hair cut shorter later; it looks like a bird's nest every morning when I wake up. I'll be dying of heat in the summer!" Thinking of this, Jin Shuai quickly called Liu Ma and told her about his idea to cut his hair short.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Liu's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly tried to dissuade him, saying, "My lord, you mustn't! As the ancients said, 'Our bodies, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents,' how can we cut them off so easily? Besides, only criminals or monks keep their hair short."

"Ugh, get out of here! What kind of nonsense rules are these? So many pointless fuss oversights! What are we supposed to do in this hot weather?" Jin Shuai retorted angrily.