Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually merged into the distant horizon, the drums at the city gate sounded on time, announcing the end of the day.

"Boom boom boom——"

The sound of drums echoed among the city walls, and each beat seemed solemn and powerful.

As the city gate was about to close, Shu Changyu handed over the pass in his hand.

The soldiers guarding the gate carefully checked and confirmed that everything was normal before letting him enter the city.

Shu Changyu walked through the city gate and officially stepped into the bustling capital.

As night falls, shops lining the street light up lanterns, making the night even more hazy and charming.

"Master." A man followed closely behind, leading two horses.

Shu Changyu said simply: "Go to Yanchun Tower."

Yanchun Tower, just by hearing the name, you can know that this is a place of romance.

The double-eaved pavilion, flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, the moonlight and the lights complement each other, making the entire pavilion even more dazzling and brilliant in the night.

There was a constant stream of people and cars at the entrance, and dignitaries and literati gathered here to enjoy the night's indulgence and have fun.

The building is brightly lit with flickering candlelight, making people feel as if they have stepped into a fairyland on earth.

On the central platform, the dancers in light gauze danced with light figures, graceful steps and charming manners, winning cheers from the audience below.

Shu Changyu walked around the platform without looking around, stepped onto the stairs and went upstairs.

Upstairs, the melodious sound of stringed instruments continued, interweaving with the man's teasing and accompanied by the woman's soft and charming moans.

Shu Changyu went up to the third floor. The corridor was winding like a maze. Each room was decorated magnificently, with pearl curtains hanging down to the ground and screens blocking the view, revealing a charming and ambiguous atmosphere.

He walked straight to the last room and knocked on the door: "Knock knock--"

A voice came from inside: "Who is it? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Shu Changyu uttered a word coldly: "I."

There was a commotion inside, and then the door was violently pushed open. A man covered his face and fled in a panic.

Then, a heavily made-up woman, tidying up her messy hair, walked up to Shu Changyu, bowed respectfully, and said softly, "Master, why are you here early?"

Shu Changyu didn't even look at her, walked in and sat down.

Until the door slowly closed.

Shu Changyu raised the corners of his narrow and sharp eyes and said with a bit of coldness: "An San, what are you doing?"

"Master, please forgive me," the woman knelt down quickly and explained, "That man is the only son of the deputy commander of the military department."

She continued, "The Military Affairs Department is in charge of patrolling and maintaining public order in and outside the capital. When Yanchunlou opens its doors to guests, it is inevitable that some ignorant people will come to cause trouble, and I have to smile and appease the guests. Now that the Military Affairs Department is mediating, there are fewer people coming to cause trouble."

Shu Changyu gave a warning look: "An San, remember your identity."

The woman's face turned pale and she said, "Master, rest assured, I have never had any physical contact with him and will never let him discover my identity."

Shu Changyu said sarcastically: "I think you are enjoying being a brothel owner."

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "There is nothing we can do about it. Master, when will you send me back?"

"Let's talk about it after we're done." Shu Changyu said.

He then asked, “How’s the situation over there?”

The woman, An San, replied, "Two days ago, An Qi sent me news that the old man is using rejuvenation pills to stay alive. It looks like he won't survive the next month."

Shu Changyu gently pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand, a bodhi bead spinning on his fingertips. He casually ordered: "Let An Qi prepare, I will personally send him off for the last time."

"Yes, sir." An San replied respectfully.

As the night deepened, the lights in Yanchun Tower became brighter and brighter.

The building is filled with melodious sounds of stringed instruments, sometimes crisp and pleasant, sometimes low and gentle, like a prosperous and lively yet illusory dream, which makes people immersed in it and live a life of drunkenness and dreams.

Late at night, the sound of insects rises and falls, making a constant noise.

Perhaps it was because he slept too long in the afternoon, but Song Yan suffered from insomnia, which was rare that night.

Since he couldn't sleep, he simply took out the imperial examination essay and reread it word by word, to prevent the hero of the article from breaking down and not knowing what happened to him.

When Song Yan saw the number of words in this article, three million, she felt overwhelmed.

It took him five days and five nights to finish reading the first million words of farming literature.

Three million words, how long will it take to read it?

Song Yan immediately wanted to back out. Since she couldn't sleep anyway, she might as well just watch it.

At first glance, I saw five big words written on the cover - "Revisiting the Imperial Examination Road".

The copy reads: Gu Qianfan had a smooth life in his previous life. His biggest regret was that he failed to pass the imperial examination and died in an accident.

After he turned into a lonely soul, he watched his former classmate win the top prize in the high school, ride a horse and parade through the streets in great glory.

He was unwilling to give up, so he opened his eyes again and found himself back at the age of twelve.

This time he must pass the imperial examination and embark on the road to success.

Seeing this, Song Yan was a little confused. He could understand the first part "pass the imperial examination and pass the examination", but what did the latter part mean by "the road to heaven"?

Unfortunately, no one could answer his question.

Song Yan then turned the page of the book.

He thought that the first thing Gu Qianfan would do after his rebirth would be to pick up books and work hard, but he didn't expect the result to be so disappointing.

When the male protagonist found out that he was reborn, he was shocked and confused at first, crying and laughing, and then he pulled the maid to talk to her from the bottom of his heart.

She was thinking in her heart that she had treated her badly in her last life, so she must treat her well in this life and give her the status of a concubine.

Song Yan's expression is like this →(д)??

The male protagonist is too outrageous. You are only twelve years old and your hair hasn’t even grown out yet, but even your future concubines have been arranged.

What about your ideals and ambitions?

Song Yan was so angry that he wanted to hammer the bed, but when he thought of Erlin who was sleeping, he held back and continued reading.

After the male protagonist was reborn, he didn't even go to school. The main reason was that he felt that what the teacher taught was too simple. With his current knowledge, he would be more than capable of passing the imperial examination, let alone the simple examination for a student.

The Tongsheng examination consists of three stages: county examination, prefectural examination and academy examination.

The county examination is usually held in February every year, but I missed it this year.

The male protagonist thinks that instead of wasting time in school, it is better to make more connections so that he can have someone to take care of him in the future if something happens.

After the male protagonist became a lonely soul, he wandered around the world for a long time, and naturally knew which of his classmates would be successful in the future.

So, while they are still young, we should help them and make friends with them.

Seeing this, Song Yan shook her head and couldn't help but admire the male protagonist's scheming.

After reading a dozen more chapters, Song Yan's eyelids began to droop and she fell asleep in a daze.

Naturally he got up late the next day. What was more troublesome was that the firewood in the kitchen had all been burned out, and he had to go up the mountain to chop firewood.

As the saying goes, "Sharpening the axe does not delay the chopping of wood." If you want to chop wood, you must first sharpen the axe.

Song Yan found a whetstone from the kitchen and started sharpening the hatchet.

After grinding for a few times, someone outside the door called out, "Xiao Song, are you home?"