Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Along the way from Yunshan County to Xijiang Town, you can still see many refugees staggering southward.

They brought their families with them, carrying tattered bags on their backs, and their steps were weak. The children were so hungry that their faces were pale and their bodies were thin, and they cried in their parents' arms.

Song Yan took only one look and then lowered the curtain, frowning tightly. It seemed that the situation in Qianzhou was worse than he had imagined.

Fortunately, this charity auction raised a lot of money, otherwise so many refugees would have flocked to Yunshan County, and Yunshan County would have been unable to cope.

Song Zhengdu had a stern face and a solemn expression. He sighed with a mature look, "Such a scene is truly a tragedy for the people."

During this period, he followed his elder brother to organize a charity auction, and only then did he realize that the suffering in this world was far beyond his imagination.

When I read poetry and books in school in the past, I felt that the sufferings of the people were just a few words in the books. Now, seeing the miserable conditions of the refugees with my own eyes, my heart is filled with touching and compassion.

Song Zhengdu couldn't help but think of the words of the ancient sages he had read before, "The people are the most important, the country is second, and the king is the least important", but these displaced people before him were struggling on the edge of survival.

He realized that the classics, history, and literature he had learned were just theory and could not really solve the suffering of the people.

If we really want to relieve the people's worries, we should take action like my elder brother, not only have compassion in our hearts, but also take action.

Song Yan naturally had no idea of ​​what Song Zhengdu was thinking at this moment. As soon as she looked up, she met Song Zhengdu's bright and determined eyes.

"What are you thinking about? You look so absent-minded." Song Yan asked.

Song Zhengdu pursed his lips and said somewhat embarrassedly: "No, nothing."

At the same time, Prince Hui’s Palace.

Lin Yifeng followed the guards to the main hall, and saw the guard named Luo Ge said expressionlessly: "The prince is studying with the teacher, please wait for a moment, Mr. Lin. When the prince and the teacher finish their lessons, they will be summoned."

"Thank you, Guard Luo." Lin Yifeng nodded in response. He found a seat in the hall and sat down, then gently placed the brocade box in his hand on the table beside him.

His eyes fell on the brocade box, and a trace of depression appeared on his face. He shouldn't have said those words yesterday.

Because Song Yan had something on me, I had no choice but to come here today.

Forget it, he was going to die anyway, so Lin Yifeng simply made up his mind and stopped worrying about it.

After about half an hour, King Hui and the Master finally finished their lessons.

Brother Luo went to report, and soon he came to invite Lin Yifeng in.

Lin Yifeng stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked into the inner room holding the brocade box.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw the young prince sitting at the table, holding a red brush with a cloud and crane pattern in his hand, and tracing a piece of calligraphy uprightly.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.” Lin Yifeng saluted.

Little Pomegranate didn't even raise her head, she just said calmly: "Get up, what are you doing here?"

Lin Yifeng stood up straight, holding the brocade box in both hands, and said, "Your Highness, I happened to find a treasure in the antique market a few days ago, and I came here to present it to Your Highness."

Little Pomegranate then put down the pen and looked up at Lin Yifeng: "Oh? Show it up."

Lin Yifeng hurried forward and opened the brocade box. Inside the box was a glass lamp, which was colorful and exquisite.

The texture of the colored glaze is pure and transparent, reflecting colorful light under the reflection of light.

Little Pomegranate was stunned for a moment. This glass cup was very similar to the one sold at the charity auction a few days ago, but it was more delicate and exquisite than that one.

"Where did you get this glass cup?" When Xiao Shiliu narrowed her eyes, which were exactly the same as Shu Changyu's, she looked intimidating.

Especially when he gets angry, he is simply a smaller version of Shu Changyu.

Lin Yifeng has been following the boss since he was a child, and he is very familiar with the boss's angry look.

Facing Little Pomegranate at this moment, Lin Yifeng seemed to have seen the boss himself. His heart trembled and he sighed, they are indeed brothers. Even their angry expressions are exactly the same.

"Your Highness, everything I said is true. I came across this glass cup by chance in the antique market. I thought it was a treasure, so I wanted to present it to you, Your Highness." Lin Yifeng emphasized again.

Little Pomegranate stared at him for a long time before angrily saying, "Liar!"

"He's a liar, and you're a liar too. You both lied to me!"

Lin Yifeng was sweating profusely, he really had a lot of grievances. God knew how he, a kind and charitable young man, could become a liar.

It’s all Song Yan’s fault. I risked my life to reveal the information to him, and this heartless man actually used it as a handle to threaten me.

Don't even think about getting any news about the boss from him next time.

"A-choo~" Song Yan suddenly felt her nose itchy and couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

"Who is talking about me behind my back?"

Song Zhengdu glanced at him and said, "Brother, maybe you caught a cold."

"Someone must have scolded me."

It might be that guy Lin Yifeng. He calculated the time and found that Lin Yifeng should be in Prince Hui's Mansion at this time.

Song Yan touched the tip of his nose feeling slightly guilty. After all, it was indeed not the right thing for him to do.

But Song Yan had no choice. It was not suitable for him to have any contact with Xiao Shiliu again. This glass cup was his compensation for breaking his promise.

From then on, neither owed the other anything.

Although Xiao Shiliu is innocent and should not be implicated in the grievances of his parents' generation, Song Yan can't help but have complicated emotions towards Madam Zhou and Xiao Shiliu when she thinks of Shu Changyu who lost his biological parents when he was young and was forced to dress up as a girl to protect herself.

Especially since Xiao Shiliu was born to Shu Changyu's father's murderer and his biological mother, this made it even more difficult for Song Yan to let go.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for Shu Changyu, who had experienced so much hardship since childhood and was burdened with a heavy past.

Song Yan sighed softly. He knew that he shouldn't vent his anger on Xiao Shiliu, but the hurdle in his heart would not be overcome in a short time.

"Brother, I've been away for some time. I think I'll go back to the private school tomorrow." Song Zhengdu said.

"Okay." Song Yan nodded. "I'll send it over tomorrow morning. I made a few thick quilts a while ago. You can take them with you. The private school is not like home. It will be cold when you sleep at night."

Song Zhengdu said: "I just made a new quilt last year. It's warm enough for me to sleep in that bed. I'd better leave the new quilt at home."

"That won't work. Last year's quilt was filled with willow catkins. It's not as thick and warm as cotton. Listen to me and take it with you."

Song Zhengdu smiled helplessly, "Okay then, I'll listen to you, big brother."

"I heard that it will get cold early this year. It will snow in half a month. You should bring a new quilt, a hot water bottle, a stove and other things with you so you don't freeze." Song Yan couldn't help but chatter.

"Brother, how do you know it will snow in half a month?" Song Zhengdu asked curiously.

Song Yan made up a story: "I also heard it from a fortune teller on the street, but looking at the weather, it's probably not far off."

Okay, Song Zhengdu didn't ask any more questions.

In the evening, Song Yan took out the crab roe sauce she had cooked earlier from the freezer and made a few bowls of crab roe noodles.

The bowl given to Song Zhengdu was a super deluxe version of crab roe noodles, which was covered with a layer of golden and plump crab roe and dotted with green chopped green onions, giving it a fragrant aroma.

Song Zhengdu looked at the full bowl of crab roe noodles and widened his eyes in surprise: "Brother, this is too rich."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Eat quickly. You won't be able to eat such good food when you go back to private school tomorrow."

Song Zhengdu was no longer polite and picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The rich and mellow flavor of crab roe instantly spread in the mouth, and each noodle was covered with the fresh and fragrant sauce. The rich taste of crab roe was even more satisfying. Song Zhengdu ate until sweat broke out on the tip of his nose, and soon finished a large bowl of crab roe noodles.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Song Yan sent Song Zhengdu to the private school.