Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

It was just past noon, but the sky was becoming increasingly gloomy, covered with dark clouds, and there was an oppressive chill in the air.

Song Yan looked up at the sky and saw something floating gently in the thick clouds.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell lightly into his palm, cold and pure.

"It's snowing!" He couldn't help but be surprised.

The snowflake stayed on his palm for a moment, then slowly melted and turned into a drop of crystal water.

Song Yan turned around and went into the house, holding out a bundle of oil paper: "Ah Qi, come and help!"

An Qi climbed down from the wall, and the two of them pasted oil paper on the window together.

After pasting the windows, Song Yan quickly walked to the livestock shed.

He spread several layers of straw in the shed, then carefully checked the calves and lambs to make sure they were all fine before rubbing his hands and going back.

He entered the house and quickly closed the door, leaving only a small gap for ventilation. Then he squatted beside the brazier impatiently, spreading his hands and warming them by the fire.

After his body was completely warm, he took out the letter from his lapel.

[In the middle of November, the sun is still shining brightly in Yuzhou, the heat is oppressive, and the heat and humidity are unbearable. This place is remote and desolate, and it is truly a wild place.]

Half a month ago, in a letter Song Yan received, Shu Changyu said that he was about to arrive in Yuzhou.

This letter was written after he arrived in Yuzhou, and it took half a month for it to reach him.

Yuzhou is really far away.

Song Yan sighed and looked down.

[On the way to Yuzhou, I encountered a wedding ceremony and saw two men getting married. ]

【The people of Yuzhou make their living by fishing on the sea, wandering around year after year and never returning home, hence this custom.】

[If a man and another man get married, they also perform a betrothal gift ceremony to announce their marriage.]

Song Yan's eyes widened slightly, with a hint of unbelievable surprise.

It turns out that men can get married and hold weddings openly.

Were the ancient people so open-minded?

Next, Shu Changyu wrote in the letter that he also gave a gift and asked for a glass of wedding wine.

After a few long paragraphs, there were four more words below the signature: I will be back soon.

"I'll be back soon." Song Yan repeated these four words silently, and an emotion called longing surged in his heart.

He stroked the words, feeling the texture of the ink, as if he could touch Shu Changyu who was still in Yuzhou through the ink.

"It's so cold, so cold." Song Wanzhou came out of the room in small steps, the bell on his wrist jingling.

When she walked out the door, she saw Song Yan holding the letter in a daze.

"Brother?" Song Wanzhou secretly leaned closer to take a look.

Song Yan came back to her senses, folded the letter as if nothing had happened and put it into her lapel.

"what's up?"

Song Wanzhou rolled his almond-shaped eyes and asked casually, "Brother, Sister Shu hasn't come for a while. Did you have a fight?"

Song Yan picked up the fire tongs and stirred the firewood to make the fire burn more vigorously.

He said calmly: "Don't talk nonsense, he went out of town."

Hearing this, Song Wanzhou's face became nervous: "Will Sister Shu come back?"

"We should be able to get back before the New Year." Song Yan said uncertainly.

There are still more than twenty days until the Chinese New Year.

A sharp gust of wind suddenly blew past, the door was gently pushed open, and fine snowflakes drifted into the main room with the wind.

Song Wanzhou opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Wow, it's really snowing!"

On the seventh day of December, it rained lightly in Yuzhou.

It was unbearably hot yesterday, but the temperature dropped suddenly today.

Winter in Yuzhou is always like this, coming suddenly without any warning, catching people off guard.

When I opened the window, a damp and cold air hit me in the face.

Shu Changyu clenched his fist into a fist and pressed it to his mouth, then coughed a few times.

There was a knock on the door.

Shu Changyu's eyes turned red, and he said listlessly, "Come in."

Eleven walked into the room lightly and whispered, "Master, An Wu has successfully contacted the leader of the Qingyi Army."

"But they are skeptical about An Wu's identity and put forward conditions. They hope that you, my master, will bring the military token and go to meet them in person."

Shu Changyu placed his hand casually on the windowsill, and tapped the window with his fingers, making a regular rhythm.

There was no smile on his face, revealing a bit of impatience: "Tell them to come over to see me. I must see them in two days."

Eleven looked slightly stern, lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Shu Changyu waved his hand: "Go down."

Eleven was about to leave when Shu Changyu stopped him and said, "Wait, hasn't there been any letter from Guang'an Prefecture yet?"

"My Lord, I have not received the letter from Guang'an Prefecture yet."

The sound of rain was drizzling, and the streets of Yuzhou were sparsely populated. Occasionally, there were pedestrians hurrying by, but they also wrapped their clothes tightly and walked quickly with their heads down.

Shu Changyu stood in front of the window, his eyes piercing through the rain and falling on the north, muttering to himself: "I'd better go back as soon as possible."

Two days passed in a flash, the rain in Yuzhou gradually stopped, and the sky cleared, but there was still a chill in the air.

The sound of horse hooves echoed in the streets in the early morning, breaking the tranquility of the morning.

The young man, wearing a cloak and riding a black horse, took only eleven people with him as he passed through the streets of Yuzhou and headed straight out of the city.

Five miles outside the city, there is an abandoned dock.

At the dock, the leader of the Green Wing Army had been waiting for a long time.

They were dressed in tattered green robes, holding spears, and their eyes revealed vigilance and expectation.

When Shu Changyu and the other person appeared in their sight, the soldiers of the Qingyi Army clenched their weapons one after another, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Shu Changyu reined in his horse and stopped. His eyes were as cold as a knife. He glanced at the Green Wing Army soldiers around him and finally fixed his gaze on the leader of the Green Wing Army standing in the front.

The other person was a middle-aged man with a burly build and a resolute face. There was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes as he looked at me.

"You are not like him." The leader of the Blue Wing Army spoke up to break the silence.

Shu Changyu did not answer immediately, but slowly took out a military token engraved with intricate patterns from his arms and threw it out.

The leader of the Qingyi Army hurriedly took the military token and looked at it carefully with wide eyes.

Gradually, his hands began to tremble, his eyes became moist and slightly red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It's the general's military token!"

He fell to his knees, crying out in sorrow: "General—"

All the Blue Wing Army soldiers behind him also knelt down and sobbed quietly.

Shu Changyu lowered his eyes and looked at them indifferently.

"Master." An Wu walked forward with a stern expression.

Shu Changyu said: "After this matter is settled, you will return to Guang'an Prefecture immediately."

An Wu said: "I will follow the master's orders."

After a moment, the leader of the Qingyi Army stood up, stretched out his trembling hand, and returned the military token to Shu Changyu.

"You must be the young master." He introduced himself, "I am the leader of the Qingyi Army, Zhou Changfeng, and I am also your distant cousin."

Shu Changyu took the military token, but answered irrelevantly: "It is said that I look like Madam Zhou."

"Madam Zhou..." Zhou Changfeng couldn't help but ask anxiously, "Is Madam okay now?"

Shu Changyu raised his lips with a sarcastic smile: "Probably not bad."

Without waiting for Zhou Changfeng to continue asking, he said, "Now that you are being targeted by King Chen, it is not appropriate for you to stay here for long. Go back to the border."

Zhou Changfeng said in embarrassment: "But the border can no longer accommodate us..."

Shu Changyu said: "Go to Feiyun City, Luo Tinghan will take you in."

At this time, An Wu suddenly said, "Master, someone is coming from the city gate."

Shu Changyu said nothing more, got on his horse, and said to the Qingyi Army, "You guys go."

Zhou Changfeng and the Qingyi Army knelt down one after another: "Young Master, take care!"

"Go back to Guang'an Prefecture." Shu Changyu pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and set off on the return journey along the same route.