Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The Hu people's royal court is located on a vast grassland, surrounded by continuous mountains. The sky and the earth here seem to extend infinitely until the horizon merges into the sky.

Song Yuanshan waved the whip in his hand and drove the cattle to the area with the most lush grass.

Waiting for the evening to drive the cattle back to the fence has become his day-to-day job.

Thinking back to his past, he was an old hunter with twenty years of experience, but once he was conscripted, he became a low-level soldier.

As a result, before he could go to the battlefield, establish merit, and honor his wife and children, his military camp was attacked by the enemy, and he was captured and taken to Beiting, thousands of miles away, where he became a slave herding cattle for the Hu nobles.

From a hunter to a soldier, and then to a slave, Song Yuanshan adapted to the change of his identity quite quickly.

After all, those who couldn’t adapt had already died on the way to the royal court.

After coming to Beiting for two months, he had thought about escaping, but every time he looked up at the endless grassland, he could not help but feel powerless.

Although the grassland is vast, there is nowhere to hide. The Hu cavalry is as fast as the wind and can quickly pursue the escaped slaves once they are discovered.

Song Yuanshan knew that his chance of escape was slim, but the hope of returning to his hometown never went out.

In addition to grazing every day, he would carefully observe the surrounding environment and look for possible escape routes.

At the same time, Song Yuanshan was also secretly observing the living habits and language of the Hu people.

He knew that in order to survive on this grassland, or even escape, he must understand everything here.

He learned some simple Hu language, which was not enough for him to have in-depth communication with the Hu people, but enough for daily communication and understanding their instructions.

In the evening, when he came back with the cattle, he saw a figure standing outside the fence.

Song Yuanshan's face was slightly grim. He ignored the other party and drove the cattle back into the fence, closed the door, and then said to the man: "If you are here to persuade me, my answer is still 'impossible'."

"No," the man said, "I came to tell you that the old emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty has passed away, and the new emperor has just ascended the throne. The Chanyu intends to send troops to Shihe to dampen the new emperor's enthusiasm."

When Song Yuanshan heard this, his expression suddenly changed. There was going to be another war on the border, and he was afraid that he would have to continue recruiting soldiers.

He was worried about Song Dashu, the unfilial son, and didn't know how he would escape military service.

Wan Niang will be worried again.

"Liu Ce, are you sure this news is true?" Song Yuanshan asked hurriedly.

The man's name was Liu Ce. His ancestors had been officials, but he was later convicted and exiled to the frontier by the court.

In the past two years, the war in northern Xinjiang was tense, and even Liu Ce was forced to go to the battlefield.

Liu Ce gave a positive reply: "The Third Prince heard it from him, and the news is absolutely true."

Seeing Song Yuanshan was worried, Liu Ce tried to persuade him again: "Yuanshan, why are you bothering me? Why don't you just pledge allegiance to the Third Prince together with me? The Third Prince has always wanted to recruit you."

"As long as you are willing to be loyal to the Third Prince and help him achieve his great cause, wealth and glory will come naturally. If you want to be promoted in the future, it will not be difficult at all."

"You have such great skills, why do you have to be a slave herding cattle?"

After Liu Ce took refuge with the Third Prince, he learned that when they were besieged by a pack of wolves, the Third Prince saw that Song Yuanshan had extraordinary martial arts and chose to rescue them.

The third prince's mother was a captured Han Chinese. In terms of bloodline, the third prince had long lost the possibility of succeeding the throne of Chanyu.

Despite being a prince, even the impoverished tribes were unwilling to join him, resulting in a lack of real talent under his command.

So, when the third prince saw Song Yuanshan fighting bravely among the wolves, he rescued them without hesitation.

However, to the disappointment of the Third Prince, Song Yuanshan was not willing to be loyal to him. Even though he followed Liu Bei's example and visited him three times at his cottage, he failed to move Song Yuanshan's heart.

The third prince naturally had his pride. Faced with Song Yuanshan's repeated rejections, he wanted to execute Song Yuanshan on the spot to vent his anger, but he had no choice but to realize that Song Yuanshan was indeed a rare warrior.

Out of appreciation for his talent, the Third Prince did not kill Song Yuanshan in the end, but instead sent him to herd cattle.

"I've already said it." Song Yuanshan refused firmly, "My sword will never point at my compatriots."

"Yuanshan, please listen to me first. The Third Prince has Han blood flowing in his body..."

Song Yuanshan interrupted him before he could finish. "You have said it many times. A Hu person is a Hu person. Even if he has Han blood in his body, it cannot change the fact that he is the third prince of the Hu people. Go now."

"You are so stubborn." Liu Ce angrily turned away again.

On a desolate road thousands of miles away from Beiting, the sound of horse hooves echoed in the empty wilderness.

In the distance, Yandang Pass stands majestically.

The man in the black cloak pulled the reins suddenly, and the horse stopped immediately. As the horse's hooves landed on the ground, dust rose from the ground.

Shu Changyu raised his head slightly and stared at Yandang Pass in front of him.

Outside Yanmen Pass, there are mountains surrounding it like a barrier, with layers of peaks and lush greenery. The city wall stands tall and majestic, with a natural precipitous terrain.

Once we pass Yandang Pass, we can reach Shihe City in half a month by galloping.

"Master." An Qi and another assassin disguised as his apprentice caught up with him.

At this time, An Qi had removed the disguise on his face and restored his original appearance.

He was originally a young man in his early twenties. He had deliberately dyed his hair white and stuck on a beard, but now they have all been removed. His hair has turned black again, and his face looks younger.

Shu Changyu drooped his eyes and looked listless. The long journey in recent days made him extremely impatient.

"An Qi." He ordered lazily, "Go and call someone over."

Upon hearing this, An Qi took out a flare from his pouch. With a "whoosh" sound, the flare cut through the sky and emitted red smoke.

Soon, the city gate slowly opened, and a group of people poured out of the city to welcome their arrival.

The big watermelon that Song Yan was looking forward to was not yet ripe, but the peppers had already ripened.

Song Yan observed for several days in a row, and when he got up this morning, he was surprised to find that the pepper tree was full of bright red peppers.

He touched the red chili peppers with care, wishing he could kiss them a few times. My dear, I have to wait until you are ripe.

Erlin has been in charge of taking care of this vegetable garden. Ever since the pepper seedlings broke through the soil, Erlin noticed these unfamiliar plants.

He remembered his elder brother saying that these were supposedly a plant from the south called "chili peppers."

But he did not ask any questions. Instead, he followed Song Yan's instructions and watered and fertilized the plants on a daily basis.

He was not surprised until the pepper tree bore fruit, and he silently observed the growth and changes of the peppers.

Song Yan picked the red peppers in front of Erlin.

Erlin couldn't help but ask curiously: "Brother, how should these peppers be eaten?"

Song Yan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smug smile. He said confidently, "I'll show you my skills later."

Let you experience what real spicy taste is.