Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

He thought carefully about what happened on March 16th.

He vaguely remembered that he went to bed early that night, and got up in the middle of the night when he heard the sound of rain. He picked up oil paper, covered the newly built bread oven with it, and then lay down again.

When I woke up the next day, I heard that Zhang Dashan had gone crazy.

At noon, Shu Changyu came to visit suddenly, stayed at his house for half a day, and left after dinner.

After that, nothing special happened.

Now let’s sort out what happened.

Is Zhang Dashan related to Qin Ge’s gang?

If not, who did Zhang Dashan go out with and what did he do to cause him to go crazy?

If so, there are two possibilities: Brother Qin and his friends came, but he was not aware of it; they did not come, and perhaps an accident happened in the middle, forcing them to abandon their plan.

Song Yan scratched his ear. No, his thoughts were like a tangled mess and he couldn't make sense of them at all.

When she accidentally touched the earring on her earlobe, Song Yan thought of Shu Changyu again.

On March 17, Shu Changyu came to his house.

He was suddenly startled. Could this be related to Shu Changyu?

If he continued thinking about it, he would probably suffer from insomnia, so Song Yan forced himself to stop thinking about it.

When he woke up the next day, he made breakfast. After eating, he picked up Yaya and strolled to Quanzi's home.

When passing by Zhang Dashan's house, I saw that the door was open and Zhang Dashan was holding his head and howling like a ghost.

The food was scattered all over the floor, and Dashan's mother was sitting on the doorstep, slapping her thighs and crying loudly.

"Dad Dashan, you damned bastard, why don't you take me with you?"

"I might as well die than leave you a curse for me!"

Song Yan took a look from a distance and walked towards Quanzi's house.

Quanzi's wife, Xu, was standing at the door, eating melon seeds and looking curiously towards the next door.

When she saw Song Yan, she immediately smiled and said, "Oh, isn't this our village's tiger-fighting hero?"

"Sister-in-law, please stop teasing me." Song Yan looked helpless.

Xu's eyes fell on Yaya in Song Yan's arms. The little girl was plump and white, so cute that people couldn't help but want to hug her.

"This is your Yaya, come here, give your sister-in-law a hug."

Song Yan handed Yaya to Xu and asked, "Is Brother Quanzi home?"

"Yes, I am in the house." Xu held Yaya in her arms and called into the house, "Quanzi, Xiao Song is here to see you!"

Quanzi came out with a surprised expression: "Xiao Song, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"I do have something I want to ask you, brother." Song Yan asked him whether she saw him go out with anyone the night before Zhang Dashan went crazy.

"You mean..." Zhang Dashan quietly pointed to Zhang Dashan's house next door, and lowered his voice a bit, "Let me think, I drank too much water that night, and got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. It was probably not yet midnight at that time."

"When I came out of the toilet, I saw Zhang Dashan and a few others leaving."

"That night was the 16th, and the moonlight was quite bright, so we could probably tell that those people were not from our village."

Song Yan asked: "Can you see clearly what they look like?"

Quanzi said, "Well, it's been two months, how can I remember what they looked like? There were three of them. I roughly remember one was tall and strong, another was very thin, and I have no impression of the other one."

Song Yan thought for a moment, then said, "I see. Thank you, brother."

After sitting for a while, Song Yan took Yaya from Xu and said he was leaving.

Quanzi and his wife walked him to the door, and Xu waved her hand: "Remember to bring Yaya to play when you have time."

After leaving Quanzi's house, Song Yan went to see his family's fields again.

The wheat in the fields has begun to form green waves and is beginning to ear.

His family's rice fields looked vibrant in the sunshine, the rice seedlings stood straight and the tender green rice ears gradually unfolded.

A faint fragrance of rice wafted through the fields, and Song Yan's mood brightened.

When Song Yan walked to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, the old ladies' tea party was coming to an end and everyone was preparing to go home.

Suddenly, an auntie let out a surprised "Huh" and said, "Isn't that the eldest girl from Dezi's family?"

Upon hearing this, the other aunties immediately stretched their necks curiously and looked towards the village entrance.

Song Yan also followed their gaze and saw a girl in a light yellow dress walking slowly towards them.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face, a graceful figure and a slender figure.

Her temperament is not at all like that of a girl from a poor country family. Instead, she has the demeanor of a lady from a wealthy family.

It turns out that the girl they were talking about was Zhang Yue'er.

He remembered that last time he and He Fang got drunk in a restaurant and happened to meet Zhang Yue'er.

At that time, they didn't talk much, and Zhang Yue'er hurriedly helped the drunk Young Master Huang away.

"The girl is becoming more and more beautiful. She doesn't look like the country girls in our village at all." An auntie couldn't help but say.

"If she wasn't a maid, the matchmakers would probably have broken down her doorstep by now."

Another aunt shook her head and sighed, saying, "If you ask me, Dezi and his wife were too cruel. The girl was only ten years old at the time, but they were so cruel that they sold her."

"Her two brothers are not easy to deal with either."

Song Yan was genuinely surprised when she heard this, not knowing that there was another story behind it.

When Zhang Yueer passed under the banyan tree, she greeted Song Yan, "Brother Song."

Song Yan originally wanted to ask about Aniu's situation, but because of the presence of those gossiping aunties, she did not ask and only exchanged a few words with her.

At noon, the sun was high in the sky and the shadow of the sundial shrank to a point.

It only took Fushou half a day to carefully set up an alchemy room and prepare all the necessary medicinal materials.

The Immortal Master announced solemnly: "I am about to start refining the elixir. Except for my two disciples, no one else is allowed to approach, so as not to interfere with the refining process."

After working day and night, the immortal master finally refined a furnace of elixirs.

However, this furnace of pills only yielded three precious rejuvenation pills.

Fushou held the pill carefully and presented it to the old emperor.

The old emperor stretched out his trembling hand and said anxiously, "Quick, give it to me."

Fushou helped the old emperor take the elixir, and soon the old emperor's complexion improved.

At this time, the commander of the imperial guards entered the palace and reported: "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has arrived and is waiting outside the palace."

The old emperor waved his hand gently, indicating that he was gone: "Let her go back."

The immortal master and his disciples were escorted by guards to a side hall. On the way, they saw a woman in palace dress standing in front of the hall.

She was wearing a gorgeous dress with a lifelike phoenix embroidered on it, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly high. The dress was dotted with pearls and gems, and it was shining brightly.

She wore a golden phoenix crown on her head, inlaid with sparkling gems.

Her face was delicately made up, her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyes were charming, her lips were red and her teeth were white, she was beautiful and charming.

The Queen has passed away, and the Imperial Concubine is the only one who enjoys the Emperor's favor in the harem, and her royal favor has not diminished in the past twenty years.

Shu Changyu's gaze gently swept across the imperial concubine's face, and then he lowered his eyes, without any ripples on his face.

The commander of the guards came out of the bedroom and conveyed the emperor's will to the imperial concubine: "Your Majesty, the emperor said he doesn't want to see you, please return to the palace."