Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

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"Big brother-"

I heard the trembling and tender voice of the girl. She asked anxiously, "What should I do? There's so much blood flowing. Will my brother die?"

The boy's voice sounded unusually calm: "Don't talk nonsense, quickly carry big brother into the house."

Song Yan gradually regained consciousness, and the first thing she felt was a sharp pain in the back of her head.

Hiss, which bastard broke my head.

But then he realized, wasn't he already dead?

Just then he felt someone carefully lift his feet and try to move him.

The back of my head was already painful, and now it hurt even more when I moved.

Quick, stop it!

Song Yan couldn't stand it any longer, he suddenly opened his eyes, and met two pairs of dark eyes. He opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice: "You..."

Seeing this, the boy let go of the foot and said calmly: "Brother, you finally woke up!"

The girl's eyes flickered, her lips were tightly pursed, and she said nothing.

Song Yan raised her head with great effort and looked around. The mud walls, thatched roof and dilapidated wooden door were all shaky.

This is where?

Suddenly, a severe headache came over him, along with some unfamiliar memories that flooded into his mind.

Yes, he crossed.

The original owner was named Song Dashu, a gangster. At the age of thirteen, he followed the idle young people in the village to the county town to make a living.

Later, he joined a gang, spending his days stealing and collecting protection money, and didn't go home for months.

Half a year ago, the government recruited soldiers, and the one who best met the requirements in the Song family was 19-year-old Song Dashu. But when Song Dashu heard the news of the conscription, he was so scared that he dared not go home.

Song's father knew that Song Dashu was unwilling to go and he had no money to pay the military service, so he had to serve in the army for him himself.

Not long after, the barracks where Song's father was located was attacked by the enemy and the entire army was wiped out. Even the bodies were not recovered.

When Song's mother learned the bad news, she was heartbroken and bedridden. She passed away a few days later.

Both parents passed away, leaving only the nine-year-old twins and the infant sister at home, with no one to take charge of the family.

When the neighbors saw the brother and sister’s eyes were red and swollen from crying, they couldn’t bear it and went to the county town to look for Song Dashu, hoping that he could go home to deal with his parents’ funeral.

After many twists and turns, he was finally found in a gambling house.

When Song Dashu returned home, his mother had already passed the seventh day after her death, and the villagers had already spontaneously helped to deal with the funeral arrangements.

Song Dashu kowtowed symbolically in front of his parents' graves, squeezed out a few tears, then hurried home and went straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty, except for a deserted broken pot and a small bag of food that the villagers had scraped together, totaling less than 30 kilograms.

As soon as Song Dashu saw the grain, his eyes lit up. He picked up the grain bag and was ready to leave, completely disregarding the lives of his younger brothers and sisters at home.

How could Song Erlin watch his elder brother take away the only food in the family? He hurried forward and grabbed Song Dashu's arm, trying to stop him.

Song Dashu impatiently shook him off and turned away. Then, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and lost consciousness.

Then, Song Yan traveled here.

He was picking mushrooms in the mountains when he slipped and fell off a cliff and died.

Before he died, he recalled his short life.

He was abandoned on the roadside when he was just born, and his grandfather picked him up and brought him home to raise him.

My grandfather’s surname is Song, and people call him Old Man Song. He is a chef.

As soon as Song Yan learned to walk, she followed her grandfather in the kitchen to practice flipping the wok.

Grandpa said that being a chef was too hard and tiring, so he asked Song Yan to study hard and get into university.

But when Song Yan finished college, he sadly discovered that he was unemployed right after graduation.

So, while taking care of the old shop left by his grandfather, he tried to make short videos online to share delicious food.

Unexpectedly, his videos became unexpectedly popular and he had tens of millions of fans in just a few years.

However, the self-media industry is seriously inward-looking, and food bloggers have to master all kinds of skills.

Song Yan had no choice but to follow the involution. In order to restore a long-lost mushroom soup, she traveled thousands of miles to the mountains to pick mushrooms.

After picking up a basket of mushrooms and going down the mountain, I inexplicably slipped and fell off the cliff.

Just before he lost consciousness, he thought that he could finally escape from this endless internal struggle.

At this moment, a soft and cute mechanical voice sounded in his mind: "Wait, don't die yet."

Song Yan resisted the urge to roll her eyes and replied, "Can I control this?"

The mechanical voice quickly explained: "I am very sorry, because my mistake led to your death."

"To make up for your loss, I can send you to another world. There, you just need to follow the prompts to complete the task. If you agree, we will start the transmission now."

"Three, two, one, teleport!"

Song Yan's mouth twitched: "Can't you just let me think about it?"

The system replied hastily: "It's too late. I will send the plot to you first. Please remember to receive it."

"Hey——" Before Song Yan could finish her words, her vision went dark and she lost consciousness.

He recalled the mechanical voice he heard before he died, telling him to remember to receive the plot.

What plot?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his brain seemed to be gently tapped, and then a large amount of words flooded into his mind.

It turns out that the world he traveled to is a complex world made up of multiple novels, and his Song family are cannon fodder characters in these novels.

The original owner, Song Dashu, was a cannon fodder in a farming novel. He was beaten to a cripple for molesting the heroine, and eventually ended up on the streets, dying of hunger and cold.

His younger brother, Song Erlin, is the control group in the imperial examination essay;

The younger sister, Song Erya, is a vicious cannon fodder in the domestic fighting novels;

The younger sister Song Yaya is the white lotus female supporting role in the palace fighting novels;

The whole family was either dead or disabled, and no one had a good ending.

Song Yan secretly complained in his heart that these novels were probably written by the same author, who only targeted the Song family.

It’s fine that the entire family of the original owner is written as villains, but they are villains from different novels. This is not the way to take advantage of someone.

At this time, the plot was developing to a critical moment, but after Song Dashu was knocked unconscious, his soul inexplicably disappeared.

The system received a notification from its superiors and discovered that a bug had occurred in the small world. It rushed to deal with it, but accidentally bumped into Song Yan who was going down the mountain, knocking him off the cliff.

The system suddenly panicked.

How could this happen? How could he hit someone and kill him?

The system stomped its feet anxiously on Song Yan's head. It touched its own little bald head, and then took another look. It saw a face that was somewhat similar to Song Dashu, and suddenly an idea came to it.

Wouldn't it be enough to trick the unlucky guy into the novel and let him complete the task on behalf of Song Dashu?

I am such a little genius, the system thought happily.

Seeing that Song Yan had completely adapted to Song Dashu's body and her soul had almost perfectly merged with this body, the system left with satisfaction.

But when it left, it was still talking to itself, wondering how it could have bumped into someone.

Song Yan's face turned dark after receiving all the information.

The system only told him that he needed to complete the task according to the prompts and let the villains complete their stories smoothly, and then he could retire with honor.

There are all the tasks to be done, but no mention of any benefits. Isn't this just free labor?

Does he look like a recent graduate who is easily gullible?

Song Yan looked at the skinny and pale children in front of her, then looked around the bare thatched house, and felt extremely desperate.

He closed his eyes and thought, I might as well die.

This is a crappy task, whoever wants to do it can do it.