Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

As soon as Song Yan left, Brother Ying told Shouhou to keep an eye on the wonton stall and stop anyone if they were causing trouble.

Although Shouhou is a bit careless on weekdays, he still pays close attention to what Brother Ying tells him to do.

In the next few days, Shouhou took people to patrol the street from time to time, but the wonton stall remained safe and no one came to cause trouble.

After a while, the skinny monkey forgot about it.

However, half a month later, a group of vicious people suddenly appeared and smashed the wonton stall to pieces.

Seeing that the other party had more people and more power, the skinny monkey did not dare to go up and stop them.

After the people left, he helped send the elderly couple who owned the stall home, and then hurried back to report to Brother Ying.

Brother Ying didn't expect the other party to be so arrogant. After some inquiries, he found out that those people were servants in Prince Hui's palace.

The people he knew were all kinds of people, and the most he could find out was that the people causing trouble were servants in Prince Hui's palace.

As for the specific information about King Hui, no information could be obtained at all.

But the fact that the other party was a servant of Prince Hui's Mansion was enough to make them fearful.

Song Yan was also panicked, but at this moment, he was more worried about the old couple running the wonton stall.

He asked anxiously: "How are the stall owners? Are they injured?"

At this time, Shouhou was there too, and he said, "He was just a little frightened, but he wasn't hurt."

Hearing this, Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but his mind was not relaxed.

He calmed down and began to think.

Those people took half a month to cause trouble for the stall owner, which means that they may have been looking for me, but when they got no results, they vented their anger on the innocent stall owner.

Thinking of the old couple who owned the stall, Song Yan felt very sorry because he had suffered such an unexpected disaster.

He took out five taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to the skinny monkey: "Please help me take this silver to them and say sorry to them."

"Okay." The skinny monkey took the silver and agreed.

Song Yan looked solemn. After taking this month's dividend, he said goodbye to Brother Ying: "Brother Ying, I'd better go back first, so as not to cause trouble to you."

Hearing this, Brother Ying raised his eyebrows and said in feigned anger: "Brother Yan, what are you talking about! They are just a few servants. I have never been afraid of anyone since I was a child. Even if King Hui came, I would dare to spit at him."

After yelling for a while, he said, "Don't worry, I'll help you find out."

Song Yan took a deep breath and said gratefully, "Brother, thank you very much."

He suddenly remembered that Lin Yifeng seemed to know something about King Hui, so he borrowed paper and pen from Master Chen and quickly wrote a letter, detailing the whole story.

After the ink dried, Song Yan folded the letter and carefully put it into the envelope.

Seeing this, Zhong Hui said with concern: "Xiao Song, you haven't had lunch yet, eat first and then talk."

Although Song Yan had no appetite, she still managed to eat a bowl of rice.

After dinner, he prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he warned Zhong Hui: "Brother Zhong, if they come looking for you, try to distance yourself from them as much as possible, and don't offend King Hui because of me."

Song Yan could probably guess that the old nanny was most likely a servant of King Hui, and that the child was probably also a relative of King Hui.

Song Yan smiled bitterly. Ever since he came here, he had been very cautious. He didn't expect that he would get into such a big trouble just because he treated a child to a bowl of wontons.

This incident not only made him laugh and cry, but also made him deeply realize the horror of power.

Zhong Hui comforted him by saying, "It's not that serious yet."

Brother Ying also said, "Brother Yan, don't think too much. So many days have passed. They may have forgotten that little thing a long time ago."

Song Yan shook his head. It was obvious that the old lady was narrow-minded and would definitely not let him go easily.

After leaving the Thanos Gang, Song Yan came to the county government office.

Along the way, he kept a vigilant eye on his surroundings, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was following him.

When they arrived at the county government office, Song Yan delivered the letter.

He asked the doorman, "When will your young master come back?"

The doorman replied: "About the evening hour."

Youshi, that is, after 5pm, is too late. If we wait until then to rush back to Zhangjia Village, it will probably be almost dawn.

Not only is it difficult to travel at night, but drivers may not be willing to take the risk of traveling at night. What's worse is that there are robbers at night, which is really dangerous.

Besides, he had promised Arya that he would rush back tonight, and if he was late, Arya would probably be worried.

"When your young master comes back, please be sure to pass the letter to him." Song Yan instructed solemnly.

Song Yan had been planning to go shopping in the market and buy some things to take back, but suddenly his eyelids twitched and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

His pace unconsciously quickened as he walked through the bustling market, deliberately avoiding the quiet alleys.

However, with every step he took, the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

He even began to become suspicious, always feeling that someone was following him. He looked around carefully but did not see anyone suspicious.

No, we can't stay in the city.

Song Yan walked quickly towards the city gate and rented a donkey cart to go back.

When the donkey cart was approaching the city gate, Song Yan keenly noticed two pairs of eyes falling on him, with a bit of scrutiny and weirdness in those eyes.

An ominous premonition instantly enveloped his heart. Song Yan glanced at the soldiers at the city gate and found that they were also staring at him.

Song Yan's heartbeat suddenly quickened. There was something strange about this soldier.

He quickly snatched the whip from the driver and hit the donkey's hindquarters hard.

The donkey felt pain and let out a sharp cry, then its four hooves flew and it ran wildly.

"Stop!" the soldiers roared loudly, pointing the spears in their hands straight at Song Yan.

Song Yan did not stop, but waved the whip even harder to make the donkey run faster.

Mrs. Che was terrified.

The officer's face darkened. He obviously didn't expect Song Yan to dare to break into the city gate.

He waved his hand, and the surrounding soldiers began to surround Song Yan.

The donkey cart was forced to stop when surrounded by soldiers. Song Yan's face was extremely pale. He held the whip tightly in his hand, and his heart beat as fast as a drum.

Faced with the soldiers surrounding him, he had no way to escape.

He who knows the times is a hero. Song Yan surrendered obediently.

"I..." He just opened his mouth when a soldier grabbed his shoulders roughly, and then heavy chains bound his hands tightly.

After going around in circles, he returned to the county government office, but this time, he entered the dungeon of the county government office.

The light inside was dim, damp and cold, and there was a musty smell in the air.

Song Yan paused for a moment, and the soldier behind him pushed him impatiently, causing him to stagger forward and fall into the small cell.

The cell door was then slammed shut, and the sound of chains echoed in the empty corridor.

Song Yan leaned against the cold wall. There was an indescribable stench around him that kept attacking his senses.

He smiled bitterly at himself. Who could have imagined that he, a law-abiding young man, would one day be locked up in such a dark cell.

I hope Lin Yifeng sees the letter he wrote and comes to rescue him quickly.