Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

There are several private schools in the town, and Song Yan is not sure which one it is, but he decides to go to the town to ask around.

He asked in every private school, but there was no one with the surname Zhao, or if there was one, the age didn't match.

According to the description in the original book, the young man was in his early twenties, and Gu Qianfan became the top scorer in high school seven years later, so he should have been around thirteen or fourteen years old at that time.

He walked into a smaller private school, where the sound of reading could be heard.

He greeted the teacher politely, and then described the characteristics of the young man named Zhao again.

The teacher stroked his beard and thought for a long time before saying, "I do have a few students with the surname Zhao, but their ages don't quite match what you said. There is a private school at Zhendong Bridge, maybe you can go there and look for them."

Isn’t the private school over there at Zhendong Bridge the one where his son Erlin studied?

At this time, Song Yan suddenly remembered that Erlin had a classmate whose surname was Zhao and whose age matched his.

He hurried to the private school in Zhendong Bridge.

When they arrived at the private school, Song Yan stuffed some silver into the doorman's pocket and asked him to help call Zhao Jiaping out.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Jiaping came out. Seeing that it was Song Yan, he was surprised at first, then asked politely, "Brother Song, is there something urgent?"

Song Yan looked at Zhao Jiaping and said seriously, "I came here to ask you something. I heard that you have a younger brother. Is that true?"

Zhao Jiaping's face changed slightly, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Brother Song, I do have a younger brother, but... he caught a cold last year and unfortunately died."

Although Zhao Jiaping was of mediocre talent, his younger brother Zhao Jiadong was smart, hardworking and studious since childhood, and was the hope of the whole family.

Zhao Jiaping also loves his younger brother very much and always does his best to take care of him.

However, just last year, my brother caught a cold and remained ill for a long time.

Zhao's parents were extremely anxious and looked for doctors and medicine everywhere, but they bought Gu's medicine in a panic.

After the youngest son took the medicine, his condition not only did not improve, but became increasingly worse, and he eventually died in pain.

At first, Zhao Jiaping thought that his brother's condition was too serious and there was no way to save him.

But in the past few days, he accidentally heard some rumors about the problems with the Gu family medicine, and doubts gradually arose in his heart, but at this moment, he was just suspicious.

Song Yan asked him: "Do you remember if you left any of the medicine your brother took?"

Zhao Jiaping frowned slightly, trying to recall, and after a moment he said, "Brother Song, I'm not sure if I left any medicine. My brother was very ill at the time, and the whole family was panicked and didn't bother to save any medicine. But I can go home and ask my mother."

"I'll take you there." Song Yan hurriedly got on the donkey cart and called Zhao Jiaping to get on.

The two of them were silent along the way, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

The Zhao family lived in the town. Quarter of an hour later, they arrived at the Zhao family.

Zhao Jiaping rushed into the house impatiently, and Song Yan followed closely behind him.

Zhao Jiaping's mother, Zhao, was doing needlework in the house. She was surprised to see her son running in hurriedly, followed by a stranger.

"Ping'er, what happened?" Zhao stood up and asked.

Zhao Jiaping said anxiously, "Mom, this is Brother Song. He came to ask if there is any medicine left for his younger brother."

Hearing this, Zhao's face turned pale instantly and her eyes turned red.

"That medicine... I don't know if it was left. Jiadong was so seriously ill at the time, we were all at a loss."

Song Yan stepped forward and said in a gentle voice, "Auntie, this matter is of great importance. Please think about it carefully."

Zhao wiped her tears and began to search the house.

After a while, she found a small paper package in the corner of a cabinet.

"This... this seems to be the medicine that Jiadong didn't finish taking at that time."

Song Yan took the paper package and examined it carefully. Although he didn't know much about medicinal materials, he could tell that the quality of the medicine didn't seem to be very good.

I'd better take this packet of medicine and go see Doctor Zhang for identification first.

"Auntie, I'll take this packet of medicine first. I have to see a doctor. If there are any problems, I will report them to the county magistrate." Song Yan said solemnly.

The news that the Gu family's herbal medicine shop was selling fake medicine spread widely, and the Zhao family naturally heard the news as well.

But they didn't expect that the medicine they bought from Gu's house would also have problems.

Hearing Song Yan's words, Zhao's body swayed and she almost lost her balance. Her lips trembled, and her eyes were full of fear and regret.

Zhao Jiaping quickly supported his mother and said, "Mom, don't panic. We will definitely seek justice for this matter. We can't let my brother be harmed by the Gu family's fake medicine in vain."

Zhao tightly grasped Zhao Jiaping's arm, tears pouring out like a broken dam: "Ping'er, it's mother's fault. If mother hadn't bought the Gu family's medicine, Jiadong wouldn't have..."

"Mom, this is not your fault. It's the fault of that black-hearted businessman from the Gu family." Zhao Jiaping said gritting his teeth.

Song Yan looked at the mother and son, feeling a little reluctant: "Auntie, Xiao Zhao, now that we have evidence, we will definitely make sure the Gu family receives the punishment they deserve."

Zhao Jiaping raised his head and looked at Song Yan with a firm gaze. "Brother Song, what should we do?"

"Wait." Song Yan said, "Although we have evidence now, the time is not right yet."

When Gu Qianfan can no longer help but reveal more flaws, it will be the best time to take action.

Song Yanke knew clearly that people like Gu Qianfan would definitely try every possible way to struggle in the face of a crisis, and this struggle would often cause him to make more mistakes.

Xijiang Town.

Gu family.

"Put my books in order, don't leave any behind. Also, pick out the best pens, ink, paper and inkstone to take with you," Gu Qianfan ordered.

He plans to set off for Guang'an Prefecture tomorrow to prepare for the provincial examination in the second half of the month.

This time he must take down the case.

The servants skillfully sorted Gu Qianfan's books and study items.

At this time, a servant came running over, looking nervous, and whispered to Gu Qianfan: "Master, we have found the Hu family's cemetery."

Gu Qianfan's eyes condensed, and he made a decision in his heart. If he continued to keep the body, it would become a hidden danger sooner or later. This time he would go and deal with it personally.

It was getting dark, and when they reached their destination, everything was quiet except for the rustling of the trees in the breeze.

Gu Qianfan got off the carriage, his eyes fixed on the lonely grave.

He waved his hand, signaling his men to start digging.

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew, and the air around seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

Gu Qianfan suddenly felt as if a pair of invisible eyes were spying on him in the dark, making his back chill.