Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Zhang Dashan's face was distorted and he couldn't believe it.

Song Dashu was so poor that he had to go to the river to catch small fish and go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables. How could he not be short of money?

It's a bluff, definitely a bluff.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dashan calmed down again.

Unexpectedly, he saw Song Yan take out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to the village chief: "Please take a look."

The village chief opened the paper with half belief and half doubt, squinting his eyes to look at it. He had studied for a few days before and knew a few words, so he could barely understand what was written on the paper.

The more he looked, the more surprised he became, and he couldn't hide the astonishment on his face.

This turned out to be a deed.

Seeing his unpredictable expression, everyone felt itchy and stretched their necks to look at the words on the paper.

Unfortunately, only the village chief can read, and no one else can understand what is written on it.

The village chief closed the contract and looked strange: "You..."

Song Yan smiled shyly: "I am not talented, I made some money with my brothers a few days ago, just enough to supplement the family expenses."

He still understood the principle of not showing off his money, especially since he often had to go to the county town and only had a few children at home, it was easy for someone to take advantage of him.

Fifteen taels of silver is just a drop in the bucket in the eyes of rich people, but it can be enough for a poor family to live on for more than ten years.

There is no guarantee that there won’t be some extremely vicious person who would covet this money.

So he brought in those non-existent "brothers" and shared the fifteen taels of silver.

Secondly, it is also a warning to the village chief that he has a backer and should not provoke him for no reason.

The village chief also remembered that Song Yan was a gang member in the county town, so it seemed that he was quite capable.

Then Song Yan said sternly: "Even if I am short of money, I can't sell my own brother for ten taels of silver. Otherwise, my parents will not rest in peace in the afterlife."

After saying that, he suddenly turned around and asked Zhang Dashan sternly: "So why did you lie?"

Zhang Dashan couldn't help but feel guilty and subconsciously denied: "I, I didn't!"

"When we were digging wild vegetables yesterday morning, I repeatedly reiterated to several aunts that Erlin would never be given away to be raised by anyone. I'm afraid Brother Dashan doesn't know about this." Song Yan sneered.

Aunt Niu also stood up and said, "Xiao Song did say it many times, and we heard it clearly yesterday."

"That's what you said, Mrs. Yao." She shouted at the crowd at the top of her voice.

Mrs. Yao, who was still craning her neck to watch the fun, suddenly heard someone calling her name. She was stunned for a moment, and then saw people around her looking at her.

She could only bite the bullet and say, "Yes, Xiao Song also said yesterday that he would not give Erlin away."

"Maybe he's changed his mind again." Zhang Dashan said stubbornly.

"That's enough." The village chief looked at him with a look of disappointment, "Tell me the truth, who hit you?"

"It's Song Dashu." Zhang Dashan was really dumb and couldn't say anything. He said aggrievedly, "Uncle, why don't you believe me?"

The village chief put his hands behind his back and said righteously: "Don't call me uncle, you lie all the time, how can I trust you?"

Zhang Dashan was so angry that his mind went blank. He immediately pointed at Aunt Niu and said, "Their family is in cahoots with Song Dashu."

"It was his son Aniu and Song Dashu who beat me up last night."

Unexpectedly, Aunt Niu is also an actress. She immediately flew into a rage and said, "Zhang Dashan, don't spit blood at me. Our Ah Niu has always been an honest child. How could he go and beat you up in the middle of the night for no reason?"

The villagers who were watching the scene whispered to each other: "Yes, Ah Niu has always been honest, how could he do such a thing as hitting someone."

"I broke my leg in the fields before, and he carried me to see a doctor."

"Why did Dashan lie? Could it be that he really wanted to blackmail the Song family kid?"

"Who knows?" someone was also curious, "How much money did Song Dashu make?"

"I, I..." The more anxious Zhang Dashan became, the less he could come up with a reason.

He was clearly telling the truth, so why didn't anyone believe him?

"Oh, mountain, my poor child."

Dashan Niang suddenly slapped her legs and cried loudly: "God is blind, village chief, you watched them bully my mother and me, are you worthy of my dead Lao Zhang!"

Seeing that Dashan Niang mentioned his deceased cousin again, the village chief's face turned unhappy.

"Then what do you want?" He finally compromised.

Dashan Niang pointed at Song Yan, her eyes glaring as if she wanted to eat someone: "I want him to pay compensation."

Song Yan had no expression on her face.

The village chief twitched his eyebrows: "How much do you want?"

Dashan Niang said: "Ten taels..."

"Twenty taels!" Zhang Dashan suddenly spoke, and his loud voice directly covered up the "ten taels" that his mother had said.

The villagers watching couldn't help but gasp.

Song Yan was stunned. He actually dared to ask for twenty taels of silver. Why didn't he just rob it?

"Impossible." Song Yan rejected it without even thinking about it. "Let alone twenty taels, I won't even give you a penny."

"Today you were beaten up, and you put the blame on me, and extorted twenty taels from me. If I give it to you, and tomorrow someone comes and says I beat him up, and extorts thirty taels from me again, will I give it to you?"

Song Yan smiled with a fake smile: "Do you think I look like a fool?"

The village chief also had a sullen face and said nothing.

Aunt Niu was afraid that the village chief would continue to favor Zhang Dashan, so she said, "Village chief, we have always respected you for being fair and just. You can't let Zhang Dashan extort money. Once this loophole is opened, the atmosphere in the village will be ruined. No one will be able to believe in you anymore."

The village chief looked a little struggling.

"Village chief, if you can't handle it, we will report it to the police." Song Yan said calmly.

"Let the government solve it."

Zhang Dashan looked agitated and blurted out, "You can't report it to the police."

If he reports it to the police, then his act of stealing from the Song family will definitely be discovered. How will he then hold his head up in the village?

You must never report this to the police.

Song Yan said meaningfully: "Zhang Dashan, what are you afraid of?"

Originally, the village chief thought it was not a good idea to report to the police, but when he saw Zhang Dashan’s excited reaction, he realized that Zhang Dashan had something to hide.

The village chief was also a little annoyed, but he didn't show it. He said, "Xiao Song, it's just a small matter, why bother the official?"

Then he looked at Zhang Dashan and said with a stern face, "Dashan, apologize to Xiao Song right away and let's forget about this."

"I apologized to him?!" Zhang Dashan said in disbelief, "He was the one who beat me, why should I apologize?"

Even though the village chief had a good temper, he was still very angry: "Since you are unwilling to settle privately, then report it to the police."

Dashan's mother was lying on the ground, throwing a tantrum: "I won't live any longer. Dashan's father, why don't you take my son and I away with you? It would be better for me to die than to watch us, an orphan and a widow, being bullied..."

Song Yan rolled her eyes silently and moved away from her.

The village chief picked up his walking stick and hit Zhang Dashan on the back: "Hurry up and help your mother up. It's embarrassing."

The stick hit his wound right on the spot. Zhang Dashan grimaced in pain and wanted to retort, but when he met the warning look from the village chief, he had no choice but to go over and help his mother up.

"Mom, let's go back and talk about it."

"Ah?" Dashan Niang opened her mouth and swallowed the cry into her throat.

Zhang Dashan helped his mother go home, and when the crowd saw that there was nothing exciting to watch, they gradually dispersed.