Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

At three quarters past midnight, Song Yan hurried back to Zhangjia Village with the packet of medicine in her arms.

Song Yan drove the donkey cart directly to the door of Doctor Zhang's house. Without waiting for the cart to stop, he jumped off, walked quickly to the door, and shouted loudly: "Is Doctor Zhang home?!"

When the old man heard Song Yan's voice, he walked out quickly and opened the door.

Song Yan didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, and hurriedly handed the packet of medicine to Doctor Zhang, saying anxiously, "Doctor Zhang, please help me take another look at this packet of medicine."

Doctor Zhang took the medicine and could tell at a glance at the herbs inside that it was a medicine for treating colds.

Then, after a careful inspection, he said in a deep voice: "There is indeed a problem with this medicine."

He picked up a piece of medicinal herb, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then crushed it and examined it carefully.

"Take this piece of Chuanxiong for example. A normal piece of Chuanxiong should have a solid texture, a strong aroma, and a yellow-brown color. But this piece of Chuanxiong has a loose texture, almost no aroma, and a very dull color. It is clearly a fake medicine!"

"Looking at the other medicines, they also have problems to varying degrees. After patients take them, not only will they not be able to relieve the symptoms of wind and cold, but they may worsen the condition and even endanger their lives."

After hearing this, Song Yan took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in her heart.

How many people have been harmed by this damn Gu family!

Song Yan carefully put away the packet of medicine and waved his hand casually: "Thank you, old man." After that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Xiao Song!" Doctor Zhang called him again.

Song Yan stopped, turned around and looked at Doctor Zhang, raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Doctor Zhang looked hesitant: "Are you going to present the evidence to the county magistrate?"

Song Yan nodded heavily: "Doctor Zhang, the Gu family sells fake medicine and harms the people. Of course I have to hand the evidence to the county magistrate and let them receive the punishment they deserve."

Doctor Zhang's frown relaxed, he stroked his beard and said, "If you need a witness, I can go to the county government office with you."

Song Yan waved her hand and said, "Please don't go. The government will find a doctor to make an appraisal. If you go with them, the Gu family will inevitably hold a grudge against you."

"Then aren't you afraid that the Gu family will retaliate against you?" Doctor Zhang stared at Song Yan, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

He added, "The Gu family is a well-known family in the town. Your actions have undoubtedly cut off their source of income. How can they let it go?"

Song Yan gave Doctor Zhang a reassuring look and said, "Don't worry, I won't show up either. I'll just ask someone to present the evidence to the county government. Even if the Gu family wants to take revenge, they won't be able to find fault with me."

As he spoke, he raised his index finger to his lips and whispered, "Don't tell anyone. If I find out that you've let the news out..."

Doctor Zhang immediately blew his beard and glared: "I am not one of those gossipy women!"

"Just a joke, just a joke." Song Yan chuckled and quickly jumped on the donkey cart, "I'm going back first."

Doctor Zhang muttered in annoyance: "This bastard!"

After saying that, he shook his head and smiled again.

This kid was indeed quite reckless before, but after his parents passed away, he became much more stable and acted more like an older brother. He bought land for the family, sent Erlin to school, and built a new house.

Nowadays, when people in the village mention Song Yan, they always say, "This Song family kid is really capable."

Just talking about the Gu's herbal medicine shop, Doctor Zhang also looked at Song Yan with admiration.

The Gu family has some influence in the town, and ordinary people would not dare to provoke them even if they found out that they were selling fake medicine.

But this young man from the Song family, with his sense of justice and fearless courage, was determined to get to the bottom of the matter.

Doctor Zhang recalled the determined expression on Song Yan's face when she came to him with the fake medicine, and felt deeply moved.

Now that I think about it, this kid has really taken responsibility and is no longer the trouble-making bastard he used to be.

Over there, Song Yan drove his donkey cart more than ten meters away when he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and shouted to Doctor Zhang, "Oh, right! I forgot to tell you that my family won the first place in the Erlin County exam!"

After hearing this, Doctor Zhang was stunned at first, then he stroked his beard and laughed: "Good, good, good!"

Erlin, this kid, really didn't disappoint. Doctor Zhang thought with great joy that the Song family was really proud of themselves now.

Back when the old Song couple were still alive, they had high hopes for Erlin and were willing to sell everything they had to support Erlin's studies.

Now that Erlin is doing so well, the old Song couple would feel gratified if they knew about it.

Song Yan had no idea what was going on in Doctor Zhang's heart. He quickly waved his whip and drove the donkey cart home.

As soon as I arrived at the door, An Qi quickly came to greet me.

"Brother Song, Gu Qianfan is sending people to inquire about the Hu family's cemetery."

It was obvious that he was going to dig up the grave and destroy the body.

Song Yan laughed, it had only been a short while and yet Gu Qianfan had become so impatient.

He said decisively: "Go report to the police."

This time we must catch him red-handed.

An Qi and his men had a special way of sending messages, and they quickly passed the news to the county government.

After receiving the news, County Magistrate Lin immediately sent detectives to Xijiang Town.

Everything is ready, just waiting for dark.

Song Yan could finally take a break and catch his breath. He had been running around for the past two days and had lost a lot of weight.

As the sky gradually darkened, An Qi also went out to join in the fun. Song Yan stayed at home waiting for news, feeling a little restless.

At 4:45 pm, An Qi finally appeared at the door. He bared his teeth and smiled happily, "Brother Song, it worked! That bastard Gu Qianfan has been caught."

Song Yan stood up suddenly: "Really? That's great!"

He let out a long sigh, and the fatigue and tension of the past few days seemed to have dissipated a lot at this moment.

"Tell me quickly, what exactly happened?" Song Yan asked impatiently.

An Qi cleared his throat and began to tell the story.

Time goes back to an hour ago.

Gu Qianfan believed in his intuition very much, and the feeling of being spied on was not groundless.

He looked around vigilantly, but saw only the dark night, swaying shadows of the trees, and nothing unusual.

The servants were affected by Gu Qianfan's nervousness. They were trembling with fear and their digging movements became hesitant.

"What are you all standing there for? Keep digging!" Gu Qianfan shouted sternly.

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and waved his hand again to urge his subordinates to speed up the digging.

The servants continued digging.

As the soil was shoveled out one shovel at a time, the strange feeling became stronger.

Gu Qianfan's palms began to sweat and his heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

Finally, a corner of the coffin was revealed. The old wood looked particularly eerie under the weak moonlight.

At this moment, the feeling of being spied on reached its peak, and Gu Qianfan even felt that he could hear a slight breathing sound echoing in his ears.

He turned around suddenly and looked around again, but still found nothing.

"Hurry, open the coffin." Gu Qianfan said gritting his teeth.

The servants stepped forward tremblingly, and with great effort they slowly pushed open the coffin lid.

A rotten smell hit me in the face, making me feel sick.

Gu Qianfan endured the discomfort and looked inside the coffin, looking at the rotting corpse. After confirming that it was correct, he covered his mouth and nose and said in a muffled voice: "Go, bring the kerosene."

Although the servants were afraid, they did not dare to disobey and hurried to get kerosene.

Gu Qianfan took the kerosene and was about to pour it into the coffin, preparing to burn the body.

Suddenly, a stone came flying through the wind. Gu Qianfan felt his arm go numb and the kerosene can in his hand fell to the ground.

The kerosene spilled, spreading a pungent smell on the ground.

Gu Qianfan was shocked and looked up in the direction where the stone came from.

Before he could react, a noisy sound of footsteps suddenly came from the surrounding woods, followed by a group of constables rushing out like a tide.

Gu Qianfan's face was pale, and his mind was in a mess. He knew that he was completely finished.

All the fame, wealth, and glory are gone.

No! He can't be caught!

He is a man who has been reborn and knows the future direction of the Jin Dynasty's court very well.

In another ten years, Emperor Kangrui will pass away, and the princes will then rebel. He wants to take advantage of this opportunity and rise up with the trend, so how can he be captured at this time?

Gu Qianfan made a prompt decision and turned around to escape.

However, before he could run a few steps, another stone came through the wind and hit his calf accurately.

Gu Qianfan felt pain and stumbled to the ground.

The detectives quickly stepped forward and held him down.

Gu Qianfan struggled hard, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

"Let me go! You can't catch me!" he roared in his hoarse voice.

The detectives were not moved at all. The head detective said coldly, "Gu Qianfan, you are suspected of murder to silence a witness. Now the evidence is irrefutable. You can't escape even if you have wings."

Gu Qianfan closed his eyes in despair, his heart full of regret.

If I hadn't been too impatient, I wouldn't have ended up like this.