Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan chuckled: "Hey! It's me."

"Brother Lin, who are you talking to?" Lin Yifeng's classmate asked curiously.

"A rich dog owner." Lin Yifeng said jokingly.

Hey, you dog, who are you calling a rich dog?

Song Yan rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Then Lin Yifeng knocked on the door and came in. Song Yan took two steps at a time and walked up to Lin Yifeng. He raised his hand and punched him twice: "You bastard, you have no control over your mouth!"

Lin Yifeng waved his folding fan and dodged with a smile: "If you are not a dog owner, then who is?"

"Everyone in the city knows that Yuecha and Xiyangyang are making a fortune. You, Mr. Song, are a well-known wealthy man in our county."

"Haha." Song Yan rolled her eyes at him. "My little business is only enough to support my family. But you, the young master of the Marquis's Mansion, have a big family and a lot of wealth. Why do you need me to be rich?"

Lin Yifeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, okay, I said something wrong. I hope Master Song will be magnanimous."

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw them playing like this.

"Are you staying at the villa in the east of the city for the night today?" Lin Yifeng asked.

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded.

"That's great. I'll find you later in the evening." After saying that, Lin Yifeng went back to the private room next door.

At this time, the waiter brought the dishes and everyone began to eat and drink lively again.

As they ate, everyone talked about the issue of refugees.

Master Chen frowned and said, "This refugee problem is indeed a difficult one. Even if we allow them to enter the city, how to accommodate them is still a big problem."

Brother Ying wiped his mouth and said in a rough voice: "We still have to solve the food problem first. Without food, everything is useless."

Zhong Hui nodded, thinking: "But in the current situation, even if the wealthy merchants donate grain, it will only be a drop in the bucket."

Gao Ruowang pondered for a moment and said, "The refugee problem is not something that happened overnight. The solution lies in addressing the root cause. But at present, perhaps all we can do is to do our best to help them overcome the difficulties."

After discussing for a long time, the group still couldn't come up with a practical solution.

After eating and drinking, Brother Ying rushed to pay the bill and Song Yan left him alone.

Give-and-take among friends is the key to long-term relationships.

If you ask one person to pay the bill every time, and don't call him a friend, then he is being taken advantage of.

After eating, everyone dispersed.

Song Yan brought Gao Ruowang back to the villa in the east of the city and arranged for him to live in a side courtyard.

In the future, when Gao Ruowang came to the county town alone to check the accounts, he would stay overnight in the villa, which would make it easier for him to act.

As night fell, Lin Yifeng arrived as promised, but he looked irritable and a little annoyed.

As soon as he entered the room, he grabbed the teacup on the table and took a few gulps of herbal tea before he suppressed his anger.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Yan looked at him.

"Don't mention it. I just had a quarrel with my father." Lin Yifeng suddenly opened his folding fan and fanned it vigorously a few times. "I really can't understand why my father didn't let the refugees into the city or send people to help them."

"If it was before..." Lin Yifeng paused, "My father is definitely not so hard-hearted. I don't know what happened this time. It's like he has become a different person."

Song Yan touched his chin, thoughtfully. County Magistrate Lin has always been an upright official, so he must have his reasons for doing this.

"Don't worry." Song Yan thought for a moment, "By the way, did Shu Changyu tell you anything?"

"Boss?" Lin Yifeng stopped fanning himself and looked at Song Yan, "What can he tell me? Didn't the boss go to Huaizhou last month?"

Oh, it seems that Shu Changyu has not yet told Lin Yifeng that Songzhou will experience a once-in-a-century cold winter snowstorm this year.

I wonder if County Magistrate Lin knows about this.

Song Yan tended to believe that the magistrate of Yan Celin knew about this, otherwise he would not have strictly prohibited the refugees from entering the city.

There is already a shortage of food in the city. If we allow refugees to enter the city, once a snowstorm hits, the food reserves of the entire county will not last long. By then, the people in the city will be unable to take care of themselves, let alone help the refugees.

Therefore, the current solution is to send the refugees back to their hometowns. Firstly, the cold winter is approaching, and if the refugees stay here, they will surely encounter blizzards and their lives will be in danger.

Second, the imperial court has sent troops to Qianzhou to suppress the unrest, and the rebellion will be put down in a short time. The refugees were also displaced because of the war. After the rebellion is put down and Qianzhou gradually returns to peace, they can go back and start their lives again.

"Aren't you going to organize fundraising among the wealthy businessmen in the city? How's the progress?" Song Yan changed the subject.

Speaking of fundraising, Lin Yifeng finally became a little more excited: "There are already a few families willing to donate some money, but it's not much."

Lin Yifeng poured himself a cup of tea and continued, "But I didn't expect to raise too much. Food is in short supply now, and everyone is holding on tightly."

"If my father hadn't suppressed the price of grain, I'm afraid the price of grain would have gone up to the sky. You don't know that a bushel of rice has risen to a hundred coins in the black market. It's too unscrupulous."

Song Yan's focus shifted to another point: "We still have a black market here?"

Lin Yifeng rolled his eyes at him and said, "Where there is demand, there will naturally be a market. This black market has existed for a long time, but it is usually not very conspicuous, so my father doesn't care much about it."

"In this situation, it pops up and stirs up trouble."

"Okay, in order to support your charity, I will be generous and donate some food." Song Yan waved his hand and said generously.

"Wow! Boss Song is so generous!" Lin Yifeng put away his folding fan and said with a smile.

Song Yan waved her hand and said, "Don't rush to praise us. The food we donate must be used for the refugees."

"Don't worry, I'll be watching over it myself, and I'm sure no one will dare to embezzle."

After talking about the refugees, Lin Yifeng leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs leisurely: "Did the boss say when we will be back?"

"When he left, he said he would be gone for a month, but it's been almost a month and a half and there's still no definite news." Song Yan shook her head.

If it weren't for the occasional letter from home reporting safety, Song Yan would have wanted to pack up and go to Huaizhou to find Shu Changyu in person.

Lin Yifeng was calm: "The Ye family is in a mess right now, the boss might be busy dealing with the Ye family's mess."

"Something happened to the Ye family?" Song Yan asked with a frown.

"I just heard that Ye Yizhong, the eldest son of the Ye family, was crippled by someone, and his good-for-nothing brother Ye Yixing wanted to seize the family property. Now the two brothers are fighting each other to the death." Lin Yifeng sighed.

Song Yan was shocked when she heard this: "This Ye family is really messy."

Huaizhou.

The night is dark and windy, and the courtyard is deep.

There was silence in the Ye family mansion. Ye Yizhong was about to take a rest in the house when suddenly, a slight sound of tiles rubbing against each other came from the roof.

Before he could think about it, the window was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, the candle was extinguished instantly, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Ye Yizhong became alert instantly and was about to shout when a black shadow flashed in from the window, holding a sharp sword and stabbed straight at Ye Yizhong.

In panic, Ye Yizhong tried to push his wheelchair to avoid the attack, but found that the wheels seemed to be stuck by something and could not move.

Just as the sword was about to pierce him, a cold light flashed by and with a "clang" sound, it blocked the assassin's sword.

It was dark at night and Ye Yizhong could not see the face of the person who came. He only heard the muffled sound of the blade being inserted, followed by a few drops of warm liquid splashing on his face.

Ye Yi was horrified!