Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The village in the distance was shrouded in hazy moonlight and was eerily quiet.

The occasional barking of a dog seemed particularly abrupt in the silent night.

The carriage drove to the entrance of Xiaoli Village, and further ahead was a cemetery.

Under the pale moonlight, there seemed to be a faint black shadow swaying in the overgrown cemetery.

Song Yan took a quick look and immediately looked away, her heart pounding.

Horror scenes from movies and TV dramas involuntarily emerged in his mind, such as hideous ghosts, gloomy zombies and scary vampires.

Shu Changyu lowered his eyes and looked at his sleeves that were wrinkled by Song Yan. He pulled the corners of his mouth and remained silent for a long time.

It was not until the carriage gradually moved away from the cemetery that Shu Changyu sneered, breaking the silence in the carriage.

Just as Song Yan was about to glare at him in anger, suddenly a hand covered his head and rubbed it twice.

"Poor Yanyan." Shu Changyu curled the corners of his lips, his voice carrying a hint of smile.

Upon hearing this, Song Yan instantly remembered that Shu Changyu said this after they finished working in Shu Changyu's room at noon.

He held his breath and slapped away Shu Changyu's hand on his head, and shouted to Eleven outside: "Eleven, hurry up and get on the bus and go back to my house first."

When Eleven heard Song Yan's order, he immediately whipped the horse and the carriage sped up in the night.

After a while, the carriage arrived at Zhangjia Village and sped towards the end of the village.

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of the Song family’s door.

Song Yan jumped off the carriage, and the two servants inside heard the noise and hurried out to greet him.

"My two masters, do you need some hot water for washing?" asked the servant.

Song Yan waved her hand: "Not for now, I'll call you later if I need you."

Then, he turned to look at Shu Changyu: "Let's go and pay respect to my parents."

The two came to the room where the tablets of their parents were enshrined. On the incense table in front of the tablets, candlelight flickered.

It was too late to prepare offerings now, so Song Yan rummaged through the refrigerator, took out a few cakes and some fruits, and placed them on the incense table.

Song Yan lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner respectfully.

Shu Changyu stood beside him and also lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner.

They didn't say anything, but just stood quietly in front of the tablet for a while.

After the two of them finished their worship, Song Yan took out some paper money and burned it in the yard.

The firelight illuminated the faces of the two people, making them look a little blurry.

Song Yan looked at the fire, wondering in a daze whether people really have souls after death and whether they really go to another world.

Since he was dead and was sent to this world by the system, would Song's father and mother also be living well in another world?

He hoped so.

Song Yan sighed and threw the paper money in his hand into the fire one by one. The flames jumped and devoured the paper money bit by bit, turning it into ashes.

Shu Changyu's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yan.

Song Yuanshan's whereabouts are still unknown. Shu Changyu will not inform Song Yan until there is definite news, so as to avoid being disappointed.

The fire gradually died down, and the night wind blew gently, carrying the ashes of paper floating in the air.

Song Yan retracted her gaze and turned to look at Shu Changyu: "It's too late to go back, let's stay here tonight."

After asking the servant to boil some hot water, Song Yan and Shu Changyu washed up.

Before going to bed, Song Yan thought of the news that Shu's mother had revealed tonight, and he asked Shu Changyu: "Is there really a locust plague in Qianzhou?"

"I haven't received any news." Shu Changyu's voice was quite light, and he seemed a little sleepy. "But since my mother said so, it's probably true."

Song Yan was a little confused: "Why did mother know about the locust plague in Qianzhou?"

Shu Changyu closed his eyes slightly, his voice a little unclear: "Mom has always been well-informed. She used to travel all over the country and knew many people, so naturally her information channels were also wide."

Song Yan really didn't expect that Shu's mother had such an experience before. He always thought that Shu's mother was the kind of traditional woman who was dignified and quiet and lived in seclusion all year round. He didn't expect that she had such a wide network of contacts and knowledge.

"It turns out that mother has this side of her." Song Yan said with emotion.

Song Yan wanted to ask something else, but when she saw Shu Changyu's lazy look, she stopped talking.

"Go to sleep, and talk about it tomorrow." Song Yan hugged Shu Changyu's waist, rested her head on his chest, and felt his steady heartbeat.

Silent all night.

The next day, when Song Yan woke up, it was still early and there was a light layer of mist outside the window.

He got up and went out, and the fresh air hit his face.

The flowers and plants in the yard were covered with crystal dew, sparkling in the morning light.

Song Yan stretched lazily, relaxing her stiff body.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the pond not far away.

In the pond, the lotus leaves are like open green umbrellas.

Among the layers of lotus leaves, lotus flowers stand tall and graceful, some are as white as snow, and some are pink and delicate.

As the breeze blows, the lotus flowers sway gently, like dancing fairies.

Song Yan looked at the beautiful scenery quietly, and the boredom and worries in her heart gradually dissipated.

He thought of the ancient poem: "The lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun."

Although the lotus flowers before my eyes are not as grand as those in the poems, they have a quiet and elegant beauty.

As I approached the pond, I saw the clear water rippling slightly and a few silver fish swimming happily in the water.

Song Yan touched his chin and decided to catch a whitebait to make fish soup later.

He strolled to the front yard, intending to have breakfast first. At this time, Aunt Niu's loud voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Song, are you home?"

Song Yan quickly responded, "I'm here, auntie," and walked towards the door.

Aunt Niu walked in hurriedly, holding a basket of fresh vegetables in her hand.

"I saw a carriage parked in front of the door, so I guessed that you had returned, so I came to take a look. By the way, these are vegetables that were just picked from the fields. I brought some to you."

Song Yan took the basket with a smile: "Thank you, auntie, please come in and sit down."

"I'm not going to sit down anymore. I still have work to do at home." Aunt Niu was about to go back when she was stopped by Song Yan.

"Aunt, don't leave in a hurry. I want to tell you something." Song Yan paused and continued, "I heard that there is a locust plague in Qianzhou."

When Aunt Niu heard this, she was surprised. "What? There's a locust plague in Qianzhou? This is terrible. What are the people in that place going to do?"

"I don't know if the locusts will spread to our area." Song Yan's expression was serious. "So we have to harvest the crops in the fields as soon as possible. If the locusts really come, it will be too late."