Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

At first, Lin Yifeng was a little annoyed that this country bumpkin dared to mock him.

But what followed was surprise. I didn't expect that the other party not only knew how to read, but could also recite poems.

He put away his contempt and re-examined the young man in front of him.

A man whose name he couldn't even remember.

His features looked quite handsome, but his gaze was dark and clear, with a hint of subtle contempt.

Looking more closely, the other party's expression was indifferent, and the trace of contempt had disappeared.

It seemed to be just his illusion.

He was very sure that he was not mistaken. This person really despised him, which made Lin Yifeng feel a little curious.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't expect you to have such a bad temper."

He seemed very respectful in front of me before, but it was all fake.

Song Yan laughed twice expressionlessly: "It's just a matter of giving them back in their own way."

Lin Yifeng thought about what he had just said and felt that it was a bit too much.

He took two steps back, bowed to Song Yan, and apologized sincerely: "My words were inappropriate just now. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

Lin Yifeng, who has always been arrogant, actually apologized to him.

Song Yan looked stunned and almost wanted to go out to see if the sun had risen from the west today.

"Forget it." Song Yan didn't want to argue with him too much, besides, he had helped her with good intentions the previous two times.

He is just arrogant, but he is not a bad person.

If you can forgive others, then do so.

After Song Yan finished speaking, she walked away.

Lin Yifeng didn't know what was going on in his mind. He followed him and said with a smile, "By the way, how did you meet Changyu?"

Song Yan originally wanted to ignore him, but the other party kept following him like a piece of taffy.

He was so annoyed that he said perfunctorily, "I just happened to know him. I'm not familiar with him."

Lin Yifeng half-believed and half-doubted: "He has already pulled out Jiushao to help you, and you are still not familiar with each other?"

"I've only met him twice in total," Song Yan explained.

He suddenly became alert, wondering if Lin Yifeng regarded him as a love rival.

So I came to ask him about their relationship.

The more Song Yan thought about it, the more it seemed to be the case.

But the problem is that he is really not familiar with the heroine.

I wanted to explain a few more words, but then I heard Lin Yifeng say unhappily: "Okay then."

Song Yan swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and then went to the counter and asked the shopkeeper: "What books should I read if I want to take the exam for Tongsheng?"

Before the shopkeeper could speak, Lin Yifeng interrupted and asked, "Do you want to take the exam to become a student?"

"It's not me, it's my younger brother." Song Yan answered helplessly.

"Then ask me." Lin Yifeng said as a matter of course, "After all, I just passed the exam and became a scholar. I know better than him anyway."

Song Yan smiled politely but awkwardly. She had just mocked someone and now she was too embarrassed to ask for advice.

Lin Yifeng glanced at him sideways, tapped his folding fan on his palm, and asked two questions in a row: "How old is your brother? Has he ever received enlightenment?"

Song Yan answered truthfully: "I am nine years old and have studied with the Master for several years.

"Which teacher are you studying with?" he asked again.

Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "There is a boy in town, I guess you don't know him."

"Talented student?" Lin Yifeng clicked his tongue, seeming to be a little disgusted.

Song Yan was speechless. This young man really had no idea of ​​the sufferings of the people.

Although he only passed the exam to become a tongsheng, there hasn't been a scholar in their town for many years. Even if there was one, most of them went to study in the official school.

Only those who are old and have no hope of passing the imperial examination will come back to open private schools, and the tuition fee is not cheap.

Without waiting for Song Yan to answer, he continued to ask: "What books has he read?"

Song Yan thought about the books that Erlin often read: "Lisheng Duiyun and Three Hundred Tang Poems."

“Since you’ve already been enlightened, take these two.” Lin Yifeng took out two books from the shelf and handed them to him.

Song Yan took the books and looked at them. They were "Gu Wen Guan Zhi" and "Zeng Guang Xian Wen".

The shopkeeper finally found an opportunity to interrupt and said, "What the young scholar said is correct. These two books are suitable for students who are going to take the Tongsheng examination."

Song Yan said, "Then these two books will do. Please pack them up."

"Two hundred and eighty coins in all."

After paying the money, Song Yan took the two wrapped books.

After thanking Lin Yifeng again, he prepared to leave.

After leaving the bookstore, I heard Lin Yifeng shouting behind me: "Hey, wait a moment."

Looking back, she saw him following her again. Song Yan sighed inaudibly, "Master Lin, do you have anything else to do?"

Lin Yifeng stopped and noticed his cold and perfunctory tone, his expression turned a little unhappy.

He had been used to being flattered since he was a child, and the only person who treated him coldly was Shu Changyu.

Now there is another person named Song Yan.

But when I thought about the several times they had met, this man had always been neither humble nor arrogant, and he did not flatter him just because he was the young master of the county magistrate.

Although he is just a country villager, he still has some backbone.

Lin Yifeng's complexion improved slightly, and his impression of him changed greatly.

He said, "I have quite a few more books at home that I've read before, some of which I've even made notes on. Give them to your brother to read. I have no use for them anyway."

The temptation was so great that Song Yan was reluctant to refuse. After all, books were precious nowadays, and they were annotated. With his knowledge, he was much better than the teacher in the town.

How many poor students dream of getting some guidance from a scholar.

With these books, Erlin can avoid many detours when he wants to take the examination for Tongsheng.

He said shamelessly: "I'd rather obey your command than be disrespectful. I am very grateful for the gift of the book, young master."

Lin Yifeng thought the other party would be polite, but he didn't expect him to climb up the pole directly.

Where's your backbone?!

He couldn't help but smile, holding a fan and fanning himself: "Come with me."

Song Yan followed him all the way to the county government office, and his family lived in the backyard of the county government office without buying a separate residence.

Lin Yifeng took him in through the side door.

After entering the door, Song Yan remembered that his father was the county magistrate, so wouldn't it be possible for him to meet the county magistrate?

He hesitated and asked, "Is the county magistrate at home?"

Lin Yifeng looked at him suspiciously: "He should be handling official business in the county government at this time."

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't at home.

He had no intention of meeting the county magistrate. Besides, he had nothing in his hands, and it would be too rude to visit him.

Although the county magistrate may not accept his gift.

This is getting off topic.

Lin Yifeng sneered: "Why, you want to see my father?"

It is normal for him to want to see his father. After all, his father is the county magistrate, and there are few people he knows who don't want to see his father.

Song Yan told the truth: "I don't want to."

Lin Yifeng thought he had heard it wrong. He looked at Song Yan in disbelief: "You don't want to see my father, why?"

Song Yan laughed dryly and said, "How dare I, a nobody, meet the county magistrate?"

Then Lin Yifeng snorted softly, and it was unclear whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with his answer.

Enter from the side door and walk along the winding blue brick path. On both sides are neatly trimmed bamboo forests. The occasional bird calls make the place even more quiet.

After crossing the path and arriving at the flower hall, Lin Yifeng told the maid: "Make me a pot of tea and send it to the study."

The maid replied: "Yes!"

Then he went to the study.

When I arrived at the study and looked inside, I saw famous paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, the bookshelves were filled with thread-bound books, and the four treasures of the study were placed on the desk. It was a real scene of scholarly elegance.

The window in the study was open, and outside was a lotus pond with endless green lotus leaves. A breeze blew by, bringing bursts of fragrance, which was refreshing.

After a while, the maid came in with tea, and after serving the tea, she quietly left the study.

Lin Yifeng took out seven or eight books from the bookshelf: "Take all these away."

Song Yan picked up the book and thanked him from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, Master Lin."

Lin Yifeng sat down, supported his chin with his hands, and looked at him with wide eyes.

His eyes are very round and bright. When they are opened wide, they look a bit like puppy eyes, which is inexplicably cute.

"If you really want to thank me, just tell me how you met Changyu," he said.

Song Yan was speechless. Why was he still thinking about this?

Thinking of the kindness of giving me the book, he slowly told the story: "One time when we were having a meal in a restaurant, he found my purse and gave it back to me. That's how we met."

Lin Yifeng couldn't believe it: "It's that simple?"

"Correct."

Lin Yifeng couldn't figure it out, and muttered: "We only met once, why would Changyu report to the police for you and ask me to go and save him."

Hearing this, Song Yan's hand holding the cup shook, and the scalding hot tea splashed out of the rim of the cup. A few drops spilled directly onto the back of his hand, and his skin immediately turned red.

Ignoring the burning pain on the back of his hand, he hurriedly asked, "Who reported it to the police?"

Lin Yifeng said: "Changyu."

"If my third brother hadn't told me that you were being held hostage, I wouldn't have taken people to search, and I would have been scolded by my father after I came back."

He subconsciously overlooked one point. Although it was Shu Changyu who called him at that time, it was Shu Changsheng who actually asked someone to report to the police.

Song Yan was still in shock for a long time. It turned out that it was the heroine who reported him to the police.

Then he explained: "There were some misunderstandings between me and the Tianba Gang before. In fact, they did not threaten me."

"And after that day, I left the gang?"

Lin Yifeng asked in confusion: "Since you have already left the gang, why are you still hanging out with them?"

He looked down on these little thugs from the bottom of his heart. They were adults with hands and feet. There were so many things they could do, but they had to bully the people.

Song Yan said calmly, "Master Lin, you know that before the gangs were formed in Yunshan County, the merchants on the street were harassed by hooligans every day, and they would smash, loot and rob at the slightest dissatisfaction."

"All merchants and vendors are suffering."

"The situation has improved slightly since the gangs took over."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he continued: "I am not speaking for them, but the government's inaction is the problem."

"If the government officials cannot protect the people, the people will have no choice but to seek other shelters."

"So even if there were no gangs, other organizations would emerge. No matter what organization it is, it will eventually become a tool for making money. This is inevitable."

"You enjoy the support of the local people, but you cannot protect them under your wings, leaving them with nowhere to turn to. Whose fault is this?"

As soon as the words fell, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Well said!"