Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Seeing him come in, Master Chen smiled especially kindly: "Xiao Song, you must be exhausted after running around all day. Come in and have a rest."

The grim-looking Master Shen of the Law Enforcement Hall personally poured him a cup of tea: "Come, have a cup of tea to relieve your fatigue."

Song Yan took the teacup and felt flattered.

"Xiao Song, are you busy lately?" Master Chen continued to greet.

Song Yan smiled politely and said, "It's okay."

"That's enough." Zhong Hui said seriously, "Everyone, be calm and don't scare others."

Following the order given by Hall Master Zhong, the others obediently returned to their seats.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief silently. Everyone was so enthusiastic that he felt a little overwhelmed.

Zhong Hui looked at him inconspicuously. It had been just over a month since they last saw each other, and he had changed so much that he almost couldn't recognize him.

He has a handsome face, clear brows and eyes like a pool of spring water, warm and clear. His lips are very light in color, and the corners of his mouth are slightly curved, with a faint smile.

At this moment, he was sitting upright, and even though he was wearing a rough linen shirt, he looked respectable and well-groomed, with even his hair and nails neatly groomed.

Both her appearance and temperament have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Is this still the sloppy Song Dashu from before?

Zhong Hui almost suspected that he had become a different person.

He came back to his senses and explained, "They were a little excited when they saw you, don't mind it, Xiao Song."

Song Yan asked tentatively: "Can I ask what happened recently?"

Zhong Hui took out an account book from his pocket and said, "Take a look first."

"I heard from the gang leader that you can read, so you don't need me to interpret it."

Song Yan took the account book, opened it and took a look. He was not used to the ancient way of accounting, and it took him some effort to understand it.

The account book records daily income.

Just from selling bean curd skin and bean curd sticks, the income on the first day reached six taels of silver.

Starting from the second day, they were able to sell 2,000 kilograms of tofu skin every day, and their income doubled.

Since reaching cooperation with Xiangfenglou, revenue has continued to increase.

To this day, I can earn thirteen taels of silver basically every day.

Song Yan was astonished. This was much more profitable than selling apples.

Although he was an internet celebrity blogger in his previous life, he was definitely not cut out for business.

While peers are making a fortune by creating brands and opening internet celebrity stores.

He is still diligently shooting videos and taking commercials.

They even dare not take too many advertisements. Firstly, they are afraid of poor product quality. Secondly, they are worried that taking too many advertisements will cause fans to dislike them.

So after a few years, the savings in his card was barely enough to buy a house in the city.

The original owner had collected protection fees, so Song Yan roughly knew the gang’s income, which was estimated to be less than thirty taels per month.

Thinking about it this way, he roughly understood why the gang leader and his men had become so enthusiastic towards him.

If it were him, he would probably worship the other person as the God of Wealth.

Song Yan closed the account book, her eyes curved into crescent shapes as she smiled: "So it seems like I will get a huge dividend at the end of the month."

Thinking about it this way, I don't feel so painful about spending the five taels and two cents tonight.

Brother Ying laughed loudly: "Then you can't be left out."

Several hall masters also laughed. Their wallets were getting fatter, and these days everyone's faces were filled with smiles.

After chatting for a while, Song Yan remembered something and asked with concern: "By the way, is Skinny Monkey okay?"

He said with a bit of guilt: "I was in a hurry to keep an appointment and couldn't take him back. I think he went to see a doctor."

Master Chen consoled him, "I've seen a doctor. It's just a minor flesh wound. It's nothing serious. You don't have to worry too much."

"That's good." Song Yan took out two taels of silver from his pocket, "This is their compensation for the medical expenses. Please give it to Skinny Monkey."

Master Shen looked surprised: "You're even paying me money?"

This was the first time they met.

Song Yan smiled shyly and said, "I just happened to meet a woman..."

"Ahem, the knights helped us, and then we asked them to pay compensation. The matter was supposed to be over, but we didn't expect the officials to come later."

Zhong Hui asked, "But is that the girl that Shou Hou was talking about?"

Song Yan scratched the bridge of his nose: "That's him."

"Shou Hou should have told you the details."

"Skinny Monkey told me when he got back." Brother Ying said, "It's us who got you into trouble this time."

"That's too polite. What's the point of saying that I'm involved or not? I own half of the business." Song Yan said seriously, "Since I'm here, how can I let them make up rumors and cause trouble?"

"I know this old villain Duan Hong well. He is petty and ruthless," Hall Master Chen frowned. "If you reveal that he was the one behind this in front of so many people, I'm afraid he will hold a grudge against you."

Song Yan regretted, "It's all my fault for being impulsive at the time."

Brother Ying said carelessly: "It's okay, I sent someone to his gambling house to cause some trouble, he probably doesn't have time to settle accounts with you recently."

Song Yan asked, "Is this okay? Will they start fighting again?"

"What are you afraid of?" Brother Ying was fearless. "We are not those idiots in the Tianba Gang who beat people up and then stood there to be arrested by the police."

Zhong Hui said calmly: "Don't worry, Brother Ying knows what to do."

Hall Master Chen said worriedly, "We've involved the government this time, I wonder if there will be trouble."

Brother Ying said disapprovingly: "What are you afraid of? We are good citizens now. We do business honestly and have not committed any crime. The government can't do anything to us."

As he was speaking, Master Shen had already finished a plate of peanuts.

He was just picking up another plate of fried soybeans when he saw Song Yan looking at him, so he asked him, "Would you like some?"

Song Yan said, "I don't want to eat anymore."

Zhong Hui began to talk about the cooperation with Xiangfenglou.

Song Yan was worried: "Can we only supply them and not other restaurants?"

He thought, "But what if people from other restaurants pretend to be ordinary customers and buy from you? Wouldn't that be a breach of contract?"

"I've thought about this, too," Zhong Hui said, "so I told Manager Li that we won't do business with other restaurants in public. But if they pretend to be customers and come to buy, we can't do anything about it."

"Moreover, ordinary customers buy in batches of one or two kilograms. However, yuba can be stored for a longer time, so buyers may buy a few kilograms more."

"In recent days, some small restaurants have also come to us to buy."

"Once the business in the county town stabilizes, I plan to go to Zhouchang County."

His words revealed his ambition: "While our recipe has not yet been researched, I hope to expand our business to the entire Guang'an Prefecture as soon as possible."

Song Yan couldn't help but admire him. She didn't expect that Zhong Hui was such an ambitious man.

I didn’t expect that cooperating with Thanos’ gang was the right decision.

He said carefully: "I have a few tofu recipes in my hand..."

Before he could finish his words, he met several pairs of burning eyes.

Master Shen stood up quickly and said, "I'll go to the kitchen and get a few more plates of peanuts. We can talk slowly."

We chatted until late at night.

The wick of the oil lamp on the table made a "crackling" sound.

Song Yan yawned, her eyes watering with tears from sleepiness: "What time is it now?"

Seeing that he looked tired, Zhong Hui took the initiative to end the topic: "It's getting late, and you've been busy all day, so go to bed."

Brother Ying suggested: "Let's stay and rest tonight."

He added: "I rented the yard next door two days ago, and I specially reserved a room for you."

Song Yan nodded and followed him out of the main hall.

Late at night, there was still a bustling scene outside, with people grinding the mill, chopping wood, and making fire, everyone was busy.

Song Yan sighed that although he earned a lot of money, the hard work was real.

He looked around and saw that the rooms on both sides had been converted into workshops.

"Can I go in and take a look?" he asked.

Brother Ying said, "What's the problem? Let's go and take a look."

The two walked to the kitchen together, and as soon as they entered the door, they felt a wave of heat blowing towards them.

Looking closely, I saw that there were five large stoves in the kitchen, burning day and night, and it was stuffy and hot inside.

Song Yan didn't go inside, but just stood at the door and looked inside.

There were about ten people making soy milk inside. A chubby figure was seen holding long chopsticks and skillfully picking up a piece of bean skin and throwing it into the winnowing basket.

Song Yan didn't say anything to disturb them.

Instead, Auntie Fat saw him, put down her chopsticks, and walked over quickly, with a smile on her round face: "Why didn't you tell me when Xiao Song came? I can make you some food."

"No, no." Song Yan asked, "Aunt Fatty, it's so late, why are you still busy?"

Auntie Fat grabbed the apron around her waist and wiped the sweat off her face: "If I don't finish it tonight, I'm afraid it will be too late tomorrow morning."

I feel a little tired these days, but I feel at ease. After all, I am making money, so how can I not be tired?

Doing business seriously is much better than living on the edge of a knife.

After chatting with Aunt Pang for a few words, Song Yan stopped disturbing them and walked towards the next yard.

Brother Ying said as he walked: "I plan to buy the yard next door as soon as I save some money."

Hearing his heroic tone, Song Yan felt her heart burning with excitement. According to this, his big house would be just around the corner.