Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan lay on the donkey cart, folded her hands behind her head, crossed her legs, and staggered all the way to the county town.

There are a lot of people going in and out of the city gate today, and there is even a long queue. When I asked the coachman, I found out that today is a market day.

The first day of every month is a big market, and the tenth day is a small market.

Today happened to be a big market day, so there were a lot of people coming into the city.

He sat up and looked around. There were people carrying loads on their shoulders, driving donkey carts to pull goods, and women coming to the market with bamboo baskets slung over their arms.

Song Yan waited in line for a long time before he entered the city. He got off the car at the herbal tea shop at the city gate and walked towards Xiangfeng Tower.

The crowds are bustling about like the tide, the carriages and horses are coming and going, and sometimes the roads are blocked. It is a very lively scene.

"Silk flowers, silk flowers, beautiful silk flowers!"

"Selling candied haws, two coins a string of candied haws--"

"Selling moldy tofu——"

Hearing the shouting, Song Yan subconsciously turned her head to take a look.

I saw someone selling moldy tofu at a roadside stall, but the vendor looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the skinny guy.

Seeing the skinny monkey, he couldn't help but get excited and walked over to ask: "How much is the moldy tofu?"

"Two cents."

As soon as the skinny monkey raised his head, the smile on his face froze.

His eyes widened: "Why is it you?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "What's wrong with me?"

The skinny monkey picked up the dustpan and covered the basket with it, passively slacking off: "If it were you, I wouldn't sell it."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows. Oh no, he got angry again. He said arrogantly, "Is this how you treat your customers? Aren't you afraid that I will also sue Brother Ying?"

The skinny monkey had a dark face and almost burst into a curse, but then he remembered that Brother Ying had repeatedly told them to treat Song Yan as a distinguished guest.

He didn't curse out loud in the end.

Damn, I really look like a wimp.

Seeing the skinny monkey's frustrated look, Song Yan finally felt refreshed.

How dare this bastard report me? Am I so easy to bully?

The skinny monkey endured it again and again, and finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "What do you want?"

Song Yan crossed his arms, shook his legs, and said arrogantly, "Give me ten pieces of moldy tofu and wrap them for me."

"I'll give it to you." The skinny monkey said word by word through gritted teeth.

He picked up a lotus leaf, but tore it because he grabbed it too hard.

Song Yan said disdainfully: "You can't even do the smallest things properly. You are so clumsy."

The skinny monkey finally lost his patience and said, "Are you done yet?"

Song Yan was about to speak when she heard someone shout, "Is this the moldy tofu you're selling?"

When I turned around, I saw seven or eight big men holding sticks and walking towards the stall aggressively.

When Song Yan saw this situation, he immediately had a bad feeling, fearing that the person came with bad intentions.

Sure enough, the next moment, the bearded man in the lead raised his hand and said, "Smash it!"

The skinny monkey held up his stall with his hands, looking a little anxious: "What do you want to do?"

"My daughter ate your moldy tofu and started vomiting and having diarrhea yesterday. She died this morning. You have to pay for my daughter's life!" The man raised a stick with a ferocious look on his face and smashed it at the stall.

The onlookers turned pale with fear: "Their moldy tofu is deadly!"

"It's really a sin. You dare to sell poisonous things. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

"He deserved to be beaten to death."

"No way, I bought his fermented tofu yesterday. I have to go see a doctor right away."

Song Yan frowned, feeling that something bad was going to happen. It is said that it is easy to spread rumors but difficult to dispel them. Once a bad impression is left in the minds of the people, no amount of reversal or clarification will be of any avail.

He said loudly, "No, if there really was a murder case, why didn't they report it to the police? It looks to me like they came here on purpose to cause trouble."

"That makes sense."

"Let's take another look."

Facing seven or eight burly hooligans, the skinny monkey was clearly terrified, but he still stiffened his neck and said, "Who are you? Don't you know that I'm Brother Ying's subordinate? Do you dare to touch me?"

Song Yan closed her eyes in despair, what a fool.

If he had brought up Brother Ying at other times, others would naturally be wary, but he was too blind to see that, but today this group of people were obviously coming for him.

The villain sneered, and then the stick fell on the basket of moldy tofu. He hit the basket with one blow after another, smashing it to pieces.

In the end, the wooden sticks were all covered with moldy tofu, which was sticky and looked like rotten brain matter. It was a horrible sight.

My moldy tofu!

Song Yan covered her chest with her hands, feeling heartbroken. It was a waste of food, it was damnable.

The skinny guy, who was only 1.7 meters tall, was picked up by the villain like a chick and punched twice in the face.

The skinny monkey grimaced in pain, still threatening: "Just wait, Brother Ying will avenge me..."

Before he could finish his words, he was met with a torrential downpour of punches and kicks.

Song Yan frowned, thinking that if the fight continued like this, someone might be killed.

No, I have to find a way to report to the authorities.

He walked quietly into the crowd.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the skinny monkey yelled at him, "What are you doing standing there? Go back and call someone."

Song Yan's back stiffened and his expression was one of devastation.

No, you are sick, what does this have to do with me?

I was planning to report you to the police, but you're dragging me into this.

The group of big men all looked at him, and the bearded villain pointed at him: "They are together, don't let him go."

Song Yan took a few steps back and hastily distanced herself from him, saying, "I was just passing by. I don't know him."

Those people didn't listen to his explanation at all. They thought he and the skinny monkey were in the same group and hit him with sticks.

"Damn," Song Yan turned around and dodged, and the stick brushed past his ear, causing a sudden burning pain at the tip of his ear.

He was furious and said, "Skinny monkey, I'm not done with you!"

Is there anyone like you who repays kindness with enmity?

Song Yan was hiding in a panic. He was carrying a basket of apples in his backpack. He was afraid that he would have to pay compensation if he got anything bumped into, so he was a little hesitant.

Fortunately, he couldn't win, but he knew how to hide. He slipped into the crowd and swam around like a nimble fish. Several big men couldn't do anything to him for a while.

The street they were walking on was one of the busiest streets in the city. The commotion quickly attracted more and more people to watch, blocking the road.

The traffic jam was going on for a long time and the driver got off the car and yelled, "What's going on in front of us? Make way!"

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the noisy chatter in my ears was disturbing.

Shu Changyu's face revealed a bit of annoyance, and he was about to leave in anger.

The man next to him stretched his neck and looked into the crowd: "Chang Yu, there seems to be a fight ahead."

"Oh." Shu Changyu responded lazily. He raised his eyes slightly and saw an agile figure moving in and out of the crowd, followed by several fierce-looking thugs.

He lowered his eyes, his expression as indifferent as ever.

Even if I chose to turn a blind eye, I could vaguely hear the man cry out in pain, as if he was hit with a stick.

His face suddenly became gloomy and his lips pressed into a straight line.

Then, he raised his foot and kicked the young man beside him, and said coldly and annoyedly: "Go report to the police."

"Ah?" Shu Changsheng was stunned for a moment. Chang Yu actually meddled in other people's business.

"Go quickly."

"I'll go right away." Shu Changsheng turned and ran towards the yamen.

After Shu Changsheng left, he lowered his eyes, looking lazy and as if he had not slept well.

The noise in his ears was getting louder and louder. He opened his eyelids, but before he could see clearly, he heard a clear voice shouting anxiously, "Get out of the way!"

He was slow to react, and the panicked young man just bumped into his arms.