Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Zhong Hui's expression suddenly became solemn: "Not long ago, His Majesty suddenly announced a large-scale reward, and all the princes were given fiefs in various places."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I heard that Yunshan County is also among them."

Song Yan's eyes widened slightly, revealing an expression of surprise. This was another plot that had never appeared in the novel.

In the farming literature, the imperial court is basically not mentioned, and in the imperial examination literature, there is no mention of Yunshan County becoming a prince's fiefdom.

This may seem to have nothing to do with ordinary people, but in fact it is of great concern.

In modern times, princes have real power in their own fiefdoms. They are responsible for collecting taxes, conscripting soldiers, managing local affairs, and have the right to formulate some local laws.

If the prince they are assigned is a greedy, lustful, and cruel person, then the common people will suffer.

Increasing taxes, robbing women, and harming the people are common examples in history.

No wonder Brother Ying and the others looked so heavy-hearted after hearing the news.

"Brother Zhong, where did you get this news? Is it reliable?" Song Yan asked.

Zhong Hui replied, "A few days ago in Guang'an Prefecture, I happened to encounter a caravan coming from the north, and I heard about it from them."

"The court has issued an order that all princes must leave the capital and go to their fiefdoms within this month. It is said that this matter has caused a sensation in the capital, and even ordinary people know about it."

"That prince has probably already set off and will arrive at Guang'an Prefecture soon."

"The official documents from the court should have arrived. I wonder why Magistrate Lin hasn't posted the notice yet."

"Do you know which prince it is?" Song Yan just asked and realized that he had asked a stupid question.

Zhong Hui shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If only I knew."

The only hope now is that the prince is a kind person, otherwise the people below will have a hard time.

Master Chen sighed and said, "As common people, we have no right to interfere with the affairs above. We just need to take care of our own business. I have also reminded my brothers to be more careful when they go out."

Don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with.

Now, it is the turn of gangs like Tianba Gang to be worried.

They used to be domineering in Yunshan County, but now that a noble prince has come, they have to restrain themselves and act like grandsons.

Brother Ying was not too worried. It would be useless to think too much now. "Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Master Chen took out the account book from his pocket and said, "Xiao Song, take a closer look at this one."

Song Yan took the account book.

The account book that Zhong Hui showed him recorded the income of Guang'an Prefecture, while the one that Master Chen took out was for Yunshan County.

The sales of moldy tofu are as stable as ever, but because some of the staff were taken to Guang'an Prefecture by Zhong Hui, there is a shortage of manpower in the production of moldy tofu, and the output has not kept up. Only 20 taels of silver were sold last month.

Moreover, it takes time to ferment and pickle fermented tofu, unlike bean curd skin, which can be sold on the same day it is made.

The sales of fried tofu and dried tofu were average, with a total of only fifteen taels of silver sold, mainly supplied to restaurants and hotels.

As for the sales of bean curd skin and bean curd sticks, they were even less, with a total of only eight taels of silver.

Compared with the two or three hundred taels in the previous two months, it was a huge drop.

Master Chen and the others felt so disappointed that they couldn't help but seem a little anxious and hoped to hear Song Yan's opinion.

Song Yan had anticipated this situation, so he was not too disappointed. Even if the secret recipe had not been leaked, it would have been impossible to continue making as much money as he did at the beginning.

After all, people are just trying something new, and it is impossible to eat soy products every day. Income will always slowly decrease and eventually stabilize.

Song Yan did not directly express his thoughts, but threw the question to Zhong Hui: "Brother Zhong must have other plans."

Zhong Hui nodded and said, "Tofu skin and fried tofu cannot be made for a long time, because they can only be eaten fresh and cannot be transported to other places, so I plan to only make yuba and fermented tofu in the future and sell them to other counties."

"Since Mr. Zhong has a plan, I won't say anything more." Song Yan said.

After some further discussion, they finally came up with a rough plan.

Finally, Zhong Hui took out two silver notes and exchanged the silver for silver notes in Guang'an Prefecture so that they could be carried easily.

"Take this two hundred taels of silver first."

Song Yan took the silver note and felt it was tough. He had never seen an ancient silver note before, so he opened it and took a look out of curiosity.

On the front of the silver note, the denomination and issue date are written in neat regular script, and there is also a red seal on it.

On the back of the banknote, a delicate watermark is faintly visible, like an anti-counterfeiting mark, and the edge is inlaid with a red and blue border, making it look solemn and elegant.

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh at the wisdom of the ancients.

Then he put away the banknote and said goodbye: "It's getting late, I have to go back."

"Leaving so early? It's not too late to stay for dinner and go back later." Brother Ying tried to persuade them to stay.

"I'm back late. I have some little worries at home. I'll wait until next time."

"Okay then." Brother Ying didn't force him anymore and sent him out the door.

Looking at the sky, it was already the afternoon, so Song Yan didn't delay any longer and directly rented a donkey cart to return to Xijiang Town.

While still halfway there, the setting sun gradually sank to the west, its soft light shone thousands of miles away, shining on the glazed tiles of the Golden Palace, flashing dazzling light.

Xihuamen.

Court officials and palace guards entered the palace through this gate.

This gate is strictly guarded by the emperor's personal guards, the Yulin Guard.

A carriage pulled by two sleek horses slowly stopped in front of the palace gate.

There were exquisite bells hung around the carriage, and as the wheels rolled, they made melodious and pleasant jingling sounds.

The guards at the door heard the bell sound from afar and knew that the immortal master had come again.

Two Taoists sat on the shaft of the carriage. When the carriage stopped, they jumped off lightly.

Then, they reached out to help an old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face, who looked like an immortal, slowly get off the carriage.

One of the Taoist priests respectfully handed over the badge.

The guard searched the men as usual. Noticing that the Taoist priest in front of them looked unfamiliar, he asked casually, "It seems I have never seen this Taoist priest before?"

Whenever the emperor summoned the immortal master into the palace, it was to hold a blessing ceremony.

This immortal master is old and needs someone familiar to assist him.

Therefore, the emperor specially allowed the immortal master to bring his apprentice into the palace.

The immortal master said with a bit of pride: "This is my little disciple."

After a careful inspection and confirmation that everything was correct, the guards let him go.

After passing through the vermilion palace gate, the chariot had been waiting for a long time, and the immortal master immediately boarded the chariot.

The carriage slowly drove towards the emperor's residence, Xianyou Palace.

The young Taoist priest was wearing a green Taoist robe, and the hem of his robe fluttered gently in the wind as he walked lightly.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes penetrating the sunset, gazing at the magnificent palace, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

As the sun gradually sets, the outline of the palace becomes clearer under the reflection of the sunset, as if the almighty imperial power is looking down at the subjects who are prostrating themselves below.

The young Taoist priest's lips curled up into a mocking smile, his eyes revealing deep disgust.

Who knows how much unknown filth is hidden beneath the gorgeous appearance of this palace.