Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The next day, when Song Yan opened his eyes, it was already noon. When he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was very hoarse.

Damn, I miscalculated.

I was tormented by Shu Changyu again all night.

Thinking back to how ruthless Shu Changyu was last night, if he didn't leave, he would be eaten up tonight.

We have to go now, right now!

As soon as I sat up, I felt a sharp pain in the private part of my thigh.

Song Yan's handsome face turned red in an instant. He gritted his teeth and cursed Shu Changyu in his heart.

After a long while, he finally stood up with difficulty and began to pack his things.

Some important things had already been put away in the space kitchen, and the rest were unimportant sundries.

As for the set of glacier cups and kettles, he hesitated and decided to leave them here.

After packing up, Song Yan walked to the door. After only a few steps, she felt pain at the base of her thigh.

He angrily cursed Shu Changyu from head to toe in his heart.

Just as she went out, a figure suddenly fell from the eaves. Song Yan was startled. She looked closely and found that it was An Qi who had not been seen for several days.

An Qi grinned and said, "Brother Song, where are you going? I'll take you there."

"You're here at the right time. Let's go back to Zhangjia Village." Song Yan threw the backpack and walked forward with big strides.

An Qi quickly followed: "Brother Song, I will report to the master first..."

Song Yan paused and glared at him: "You are not allowed to go. Leave now."

"Okay." An Qi responded cheerfully.

Song Yan went to the guest room on the way and saw Song Zhengdu sitting at the table reading a book.

"Erlin, I'm going back." Song Yan didn't go in, but stood at the door and shouted inside.

Song Zhengdu raised his head and was about to stand up: "Brother, I'll take you there..."

"Don't send me off." He waved his hand to stop her, "Read your book carefully. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Song Yan turned around and left.

Outside the door, the carriage was ready. It was obvious that Shu Changyu had guessed that Song Yan would leave as soon as she woke up.

When Song Yan got on the carriage and saw that there were food and drinks prepared inside, she felt slightly touched.

He picked up a piece of mung bean cake and put it in his mouth. The delicate texture and sweet taste spread in his mouth.

He had praised this pastry before, and he didn't expect Shu Changyu to still remember it.

Forget it.

In fact, Song Yan was not that angry. If he hadn't indulged her, Shu Changyu wouldn't have been so aggressive.

Whenever Song Yan saw Shu Changyu's lustful look on the bed, she would feel dazed for a moment, and then would sink into it involuntarily.

It's all his fault that he has no self-control and can't resist the beauty.

But every time he saw Shu Changyu's look, he found it hard to control himself.

It’s better to go home as soon as possible, otherwise if you continue to hang around, you will be exhausted sooner or later.

"Aqi, are your injuries healed?" Song Yan asked Anqi outside while eating pastries.

An Qi's voice came: "Don't worry, Brother Song, he's fully recovered. The medicine our master gave is first-rate."

"The master also rewarded me with a lot of good things. The injury I suffered this time was worth it." An Qi said with a smile.

Song Yan opened the curtain and said angrily, "You almost lost your life, and you still say it was worth it."

An Qi said, "Brother Song, we are warriors, and it is our duty to fight for our master. It is nothing to be rewarded like this by our master, so a little injury is nothing."

Song Yan was silent for a moment. When he first heard An Qi's name, he guessed that An Qi was a secret guard.

Looking at An Qi's nonchalant expression at this moment, a complex emotion surged in my heart.

After a moment of silence, Song Yan slowly spoke: "Even if you are a death warrior, don't always fight so hard. You only have one life, you have to cherish it."

An Qi was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "Brother Song, I remember it."

The carriages lined up and drove out of the city gate. At this moment, Song Yan looked outside and saw several constables with knives escorting a group of little girls into the city.

Those girls were all young, the youngest was only seven or eight years old, and the oldest was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Their faces were haggard, their eyes were full of fear and anxiety, their clothes were tattered, some were stained with blood and dirt.

The team moved forward slowly, and the little girls huddled together like frightened birds.

Finally, the team entered the city gate.

At that moment, the sunshine shining on them brought a touch of long-lost warmth.

Tears instantly welled up in the little girls' eyes and rolled down their dirty cheeks.

They looked at the crowds and bustling streets around them, as if they couldn't believe that they were really safe.

They are back, they are finally back alive.

At this time, the carriage that Song Yan was riding in had already left the city gate and was getting farther and farther away.

Song Yan kept looking back, his thoughts constantly drifting back to the scene at the city gate.

The frightened eyes, the tattered clothes and the undried tears on the face were engraved in his mind like a brand.

"Ah Qi, they..." he asked An Qi.

An Qi replied, "They are the girls who were kidnapped before. I heard they were rescued by the government."

Song Yan was slightly stunned. It turned out to be just as he guessed.

"It's a blessing in disguise. I hope they can live in peace and safety in the future."

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage suddenly jolted.

He opened the curtains and looked out, only to see the scenery on both sides of the road becoming more and more familiar.

Getting closer and closer to Xijiang Town.

There is a stone bridge in front, with fast-flowing water under the bridge.

Song Yan took a casual look and saw an old couple supporting each other and walking tremblingly across the bridge.

However, the next moment, a burly man suddenly followed the stone bridge stealthily.

Under Song Yan's astonished gaze, the man suddenly attacked and pushed the old couple into the river.

"Aqi, help quickly!" Song Yan shouted anxiously.

An Qi reacted quickly, immediately pulled the reins, jumped off the carriage, and ran towards the river.

Song Yan also jumped out of the car, ignoring the dull pain in her thigh, and ran quickly towards the river.

Seeing the old couple struggling in the rushing river, Song Yan was about to go into the river to save them.

An Qi was quick to stop him and said, "Brother Song, you can't go down. The river is fast-flowing and too dangerous. I'll go." After that, he jumped into the river without hesitation.

"Aqi, you must be careful!" Song Yan shouted at Anqi's back.

Then he looked anxiously about the shore for anything that might help.

After a quick glance around, he saw a long bamboo pole not far away.

Song Yan immediately ran over, picked up the bamboo pole and returned to the river.

He held one end of the bamboo pole tightly and stretched the other end into the river, hoping to be able to help An Qi when he needed it.

The river was surging, and An Qi swam hard towards the old couple in the water.

Song Yan's heart was in her throat, and her eyes were fixed on the position of An Qi and the old couple.

Finally, An Qi swam to the old couple. He grabbed one of the old men with one hand and swam back to the shore.

Seeing this, Song Yan quickly stretched the bamboo pole as far as possible towards them and shouted, "Ah Qi, grab the bamboo pole!

An Qi saw the bamboo pole and tucked it under his armpit.

Song Yan used all her strength to pull them towards the shore little by little.

After a while, the old couple was finally dragged ashore.

They lay on the shore, pale and breathing weakly.

Song Yan didn't care about her own fatigue and immediately started first aid.

He had participated in first aid training when he was in college. Although it had been a long time, the knowledge now emerged clearly in his mind.

First check the elderly couple's breathing and pulse, and after confirming that they still have signs of life, start cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

After some intense rescue efforts, the old couple finally responded. After coughing up a few mouthfuls of water, they slowly opened their eyes.

Song Yan let out a long sigh and sat on the ground tiredly.