Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The prince is about to arrive at his fiefdom, but the county government's notice has not yet been issued. This is in stark contrast to County Magistrate Lin's usual decisiveness and makes people suspicious.

Although Song Yan had some doubts in his mind, he did not delve into it further. He just shook his head. This was not something he should worry about.

Today, Brother Eagle was the only one in the Thanos Gang. Upon asking, he found out that Zhong Hui and several hall masters were out delivering goods.

Zhong Hui was also a capable man who acted decisively. He had opened up the market at the beginning of the month and sold his fermented tofu to surrounding counties. After calculating the accounts, he found that his business was unexpectedly prosperous.

According to the account book, Song Yan’s dividend this month was actually sixty taels of silver, which made him secretly happy.

Brother Ying asked, "Brother Yan, are you going back tonight?"

Song Yan gently closed the account book and said with a smile, "I have to stay overnight. I'm afraid I'll have to bother Brother Ying."

Brother Ying patted his shoulder generously and laughed loudly, "We are brothers, how can you say you are bothering me? If you didn't have younger siblings to take care of at home, I really hope you can stay for a few more days."

After a few powerful palm strikes, Song Yan took a breath silently. Brother Ying was a generous and magnanimous person, but he was too enthusiastic, which made it difficult for people to resist sometimes.

Aunt Pang and Aunt Hua were busy in the yard next door and did not come over for dinner until the evening. When they saw Song Yan, they greeted her warmly and chatted with her again.

As they were talking, the cook brought the dishes. As it was a period of national mourning, it was not appropriate to eat or drink too much, so the cook only made a few light appetizers.

Brother Ying looked at the porridge and side dishes on the table, a trace of apology appeared on his face, and he said to Song Yan: "Brother Yan, I am sorry for not treating you well this time. I will definitely treat you well next time you come."

Song Yan swallowed the tofu in his mouth and cleared his throat gently: "Brother Ying, you're welcome. After all, this is an extraordinary period. However, I may not be able to come next month."

Hearing this, Brother Ying showed a look of astonishment on his face: "Why is this happening? What happened?"

Song Yan patiently explained: "The crops in the fields will be harvested next month, so I have to stay and help."

Brother Ying calculated the time and suddenly realized that next month was the end of July, and around August, it was the time when the crops were ripe and needed to be harvested.

It is true that crops in the fields are more important, so Brother Ying didn’t say anything else.

After dinner, Song Yan once again declined Ying Ge’s invitation to sleep on her feet. After washing up, she went back to the guest room to rest.

The next day, Song Yan went for a stroll on the street and bought a lot of things. When she reached the end of the street, she finally saw a stall selling honey. Thinking that the honey in the kitchen was almost gone, she bought a few more pounds without hesitation.

Although the price was high and made him feel a little painful, he then thought about how he had been cheated yesterday, and he no longer felt so painful and paid the money readily.

Today is not a market day, but the streets are much busier than ever.

People were talking about the grand occasion of King Hui's entry into the city yesterday, as if the scenes were still before their eyes.

Although the guards cleared the area in advance, the distance from the city gate to where King Hui was staying was long, and there were always brave people hiding nearby and peeking, and the guards could do nothing about it.

The highest official that the people in the county could see on a daily basis was just the county magistrate. Now that the prince had come in person, it naturally caused a huge sensation.

They tried their best to catch a glimpse of the prince.

"The prince's carriage is shining with gold. I'm afraid it's made of gold?" someone exclaimed.

"How did you see it? Those guards looked so ferocious that I was scared and didn't dare to get close to them." Another person said fearfully.

"What does the prince look like? Is he as mighty and brave as described in operas, with infinite strength?" The crowd was filled with curiosity.

Wherever Song Yan went, he could hear these discussions. He secretly laughed in his heart, but he also felt the awe and curiosity of people of this era towards the powerful.

After shopping, Song Yan went to the county government office. Lin Yifeng took a leave yesterday and returned to the academy today.

The doorman followed Lin Yifeng's instructions and handed over a thick letter as soon as he saw Song Yan.

Song Yan received the letter and left the county government office.

Afterwards, he came to the stall of an old couple selling wontons and ordered two bowls of wontons.

After eating two bowls of hot wontons, Song Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help complaining in his heart that the weather was too hot.

At the time of Wei, which is between 1:00 and 3:00 p.m., Song Yan rented a donkey cart and returned to Zhangjia Village.

It was the hottest time of the day. Song Yan felt like she was on a grill sitting on the donkey cart, and was almost roasted.

Just when he was about to have heatstroke, he finally saw the familiar door of his home.

Song Yan used up almost the last bit of her strength to shout, "Erlin, Erya, come and help carry the things."

Time flies, and it is July in the blink of an eye.

Song Yan still hasn't found out the whereabouts of Brother Qin and his companions.

He once went to find Zhang Dashan alone, thinking that perhaps he could get some clues from him.

But Zhang Dashan was so crazy that he couldn't even recognize him, let alone provide any useful information.

The group of people who blocked the road at night did not come again, so Song Yan put the matter aside for the time being.

In the midsummer of July, the sun was scorching, but Song Yan's yard was green and full of vitality.

The other flowers whose names I couldn't remember had withered one after another a month ago, and produced clusters of green fruits that hung on the branches, swaying gently in the wind.

How come it has resulted?

Song Yan was wondering, wasn't it possible that the vendor was selling him flower seeds?

Song Yan came closer and took a look at the fruit. Can this thing be eaten?

Gousheng pounced over and rolled around in the flower bed.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at the lively Gousheng, but he was not so cruel as to use Gousheng to test the poison.

The weather was still so hot that Song Yan couldn't sleep every night due to the heat. Finally, she took a mat and spread it on the ground in the yard.

The wind was quite cool in the middle of the night, and Song Yan managed to get a good night's sleep.

Thanks to the insect repellent bag that Shu Changyu gave him, he was not carried away by mosquitoes at night.

Time slowly came to mid-July.

Song Yanshang didn't know that a war had broken out in the northern border at this time, causing countless casualties.

As soon as the new emperor ascended the throne, the Hu people dared to send troops to Shihe. Such provocative behavior simply showed that they did not take the new emperor seriously.

The new emperor was furious and sent General Han Qinggang, with 100,000 elite troops, to march day and night to attack the northern border.

Han Qinggang was a famous brave general in the court. He had made many military achievements and was deeply trusted by the new emperor.

At the same time, in Shihe City, the war has spread.

The Hu people's cavalry swept through like a storm, leaving devastation wherever they went.

Countless people were displaced, their homes were destroyed, and their loved ones were brutally murdered.

A man in black silently shuttled through the narrow streets and alleys, and wherever his sword went, only the corpses of the Hu people were left behind.

Shu Changyu wiped the blood off Jiushao, his eyes as dark as drops of ink.

Even he did not expect that the general of Shihe City would be so cowardly. When the Hu cavalry arrived, he was so scared that he abandoned the city and fled.

What a waste!

Before Han Qinggang's troops arrived at Shihe City, the new emperor learned that Shihe City had been captured. In addition to being angry, he also felt unprecedented pressure.

He knew very well that this was a severe test of his ability to rule. If he could not quickly quell the war, his throne might be shaken.

The war in the northern border is urgent, but the people in the Central Plains have not yet been affected by the border war.

At this time, the Zhangjia Village was busy beating drums and gongs, preparing for the upcoming autumn harvest.