Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Shu Changwen's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly realized that he had just let something slip.

He quickly calmed down and smiled gently, "When Changyu gets married, that's what I'll have to worry about."

Song Yan pursed her lips, suddenly not knowing how to continue the conversation.

"Tsk!" Shu Changyu sneered when he heard that. His narrow eyebrows were unrestrained and casual, as if saying "What the hell are you talking about?"

Then, he glanced at Song Yan and said slowly, "I won't get married."

Song Yan looked at him in surprise: "Why?"

Shu Changyu lowered her voice slightly and said, "If you don't want to marry me, who should I marry?"

At this time, Shu Changwen was eating with his head down, and was choked unexpectedly and started coughing violently.

Song Yan gasped and stared at Shu Changyu in disbelief.

No, sister, what nonsense are you talking about in front of Brother Shu?

Aren’t you afraid that Brother Shu will get angry and kick him out?

Song Yan said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about."

He hurriedly explained: "Brother Shu, don't take it seriously, Shu Changyu was just joking with me."

Shu Changwen drank a few sips of tea and finally recovered. He waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Then he looked at his troublesome brother and said with a headache: "Changyu, don't tease Xiao Song."

Look how scared he is.

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows and said perfunctorily, "I know."

Shu Changwen seemed to want to say something but stopped.

Song Yan felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he quickly made an excuse to go to the bathroom and escape: "My waist is sore from sitting for so long, I'll go out for a walk first."

After Song Yan left, Shu Changwen said with a gloomy face: "Changyu, are you serious about what you just said?"

Shu Changyu said, "Brother, are you sure you want to tell me this at this time?"

Shu Changwen subconsciously looked around and said unhappily, "I'll settle the score with you later."

After the two brothers finished talking, Old Wu from the next table stood up hesitantly, walked over, and called out in a low voice, "Young Master."

Shu Changyu's face was indifferent: "Uncle Wu, my surname is Shu now, not the young master of the Zhou family."

The Zhou family is long gone.

Now the Zhou family has dwindled in population, with only Shu's mother and some of the side members who married out being left.

Old Wu looked at the simple banquet in front of him and thought of the once-prominent Zhou family, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The Zhou family is full of loyal and brave people, and many of them have been generals for generations. Since the establishment of the Jin Dynasty, they have been guarding the border and resisting the repeated invasions by the northern Hu people, and have made great military achievements for the Jin Dynasty.

However, the meritorious officials were more powerful than their masters, and they could not escape the fate of being eaten by their running dogs.

That year, the entire Zhou family was executed, and the old members of the Zhou family were also disbanded and dispersed to various military camps.

Some of them were suppressed and frustrated, while others were forced to retire and go to other places, hiding their identities.

Until now, only a few of them are left who still remember the general's kindness.

Shu Changyu said: "We have all finished the wedding banquet, you should go back."

Old Wu raised his hand, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and said with a sob: "We will go back now, take care, young master."

Old Wu still calls Shu Changyu "Young Master."

Shu Changyu was too lazy to correct him.

The others just watched and didn't go to disturb them.

I am already satisfied just to see the young master grow up safely.

Song Yan came out of the toilet and, as usual, looked around for water to wash his hands.

At this moment, his eyes fell on a bamboo tube winding down. It was spring water brought from the mountain, flowing into a water tank with a gurgling sound.

Song Yan couldn't help but wonder who designed such an ingenious water diversion system, which was both practical and convenient.

He approached the water tank and saw that the water was so clear that he could see the bottom. On the surface of the water, a few bamboo leaves that had just fallen were floating quietly and swaying gently in the breeze.

Song Yan scooped up a handful of water. The mountain spring water was icy cold and clear, as if it was flowing in her palm along with the fresh mountain air.

He washed his hands, then looked up at the source of the bamboo pipe, wondering if his new house could also receive some mountain spring water.

It would be great if it were possible, and I wouldn’t have to go to the river to fetch water anymore.

Go back and think about it carefully.

Song Yan shook her wrist lightly to get rid of the water droplets, then turned around and saw Shu's parents and their three sons standing outside the door, busy seeing off the guests.

The guests were reluctant to leave: "Old Wu, let's go together."

"Are you going to Lingchuan?"

"No, I want to go back to Liaodong."

Song Yan was surprised. Why did they come from such a far place to attend the wedding?

The guests bowed and said goodbye: "The mountains are high and the waters are long, so we say goodbye now and we will meet again in the future."

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long, we will meet again later", the next sentence is "The rivers are long and the roads are wide, we will never meet again".

I don’t know if there will be a chance for us to meet again in this life.

Song Yan heard a hint of sadness in their conversation.

Until the last guest slowly left, the banquet that was just lively suddenly became empty, with only leftovers on the table and messy cups and plates.

Song Yan looked towards the seat in the corner, where Shu Changyu was holding a piece of bean cake in his hand and eating it piece by piece.

He smiled secretly, but didn't dare let Shu Changyu find out, otherwise the eldest lady would get angry again.

Watching her relatives and friends leave one by one, Shu's mother leaned against the door, her eyes slightly red, and said with a melancholy look: "Alas, they are all gone."

Song Yan was originally planning to leave, but after hearing what Shu's mother said, he felt a little reluctant.

Father Shu comforted her and said, "We will have a chance to meet again in the future."

The cooks came out to clean up the dishes, and Song Yan had to stand aside so as not to disturb them.

Shu Changwu had drunk a lot of wine and was a little tipsy. When he saw Song Yan, he said, "Xiao Song, come to Changyu's room and sit for a while."

Song Yan scratched his face: "Isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate?" Shu Changwu shouted, "Changyu, take Xiao Song to your room to rest."

Shu Changwen pinched his brows and said, "Okay, just say less."

Shu Changyu put down the bean cake in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him casually: "Follow me."

Song Yan felt that she was probably drunk, otherwise why would she be dizzy and confused, and followed Shu Changyu into his "boudoir".

Shu Changyu lived in the east wing, and the flower hall was right at the entrance.

Song Yan stood at the door and glanced across the flower hall. The decoration inside was quite elegant.

There are several ink paintings hanging on the wall, with delicate brushstrokes and profound artistic conception. It can be seen that the owner has good taste.

In the center of the flower hall stood a mahogany round table, on which was placed a set of white jade tea sets, with a few open books scattered around.

Shu Changyu turned around and said in a slightly teasing tone: "What are you standing there for? Come in."

"Oh." Song Yan was a little hesitant, but still walked into the flower hall and found a place to sit down.

He didn't feel comfortable looking around, so he just stared at the book on the table for a few seconds, but soon lost interest and looked away.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly remembered the majestic wolfdog. He seemed to have not seen it today, so he asked curiously, "Where is your Heige?"

Shu Changyu leaned back on the chair and said lazily, "There are too many people here today, and it was too noisy, so it went up the mountain."

"Oh." Song Yan nodded, and then asked, "Have the remaining puppies been sent away?"

"It's been sent out." Shu Changyu raised his hand and placed it casually on the table, then raised his eyelids and looked at the young man opposite.

"By the way, where is Lin Yifeng?" Song Yan glanced out the window, "Where did he go?"

Seeing Song Yan trying to find something to talk about, Shu Changyu raised the corner of his mouth and sneered: "He's drunk and is resting inside."

Song Yan was shocked: "Falling asleep in your room?!"

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows: "What a mess you have in your mind."