Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan showed a look of surprise on her face: "When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"We just arrived." Shu Changyu hugged Song Yan and walked into the house, closed the door, and kept the cold wind out.

He looked down at Song Yan's red nose and pinched it gently: "Why did you come back so late?"

Song Yan shivered at his cold fingers and rolled her eyes at him: "Isn't it to deal with those grain merchants? They all want to buy my grain at a low price. It's so annoying."

"If you're bothered, don't bother with it." Shu Changyu pulled him to sit next to the charcoal basin and covered his hands. "You worked hard to grow the food. If you want to sell it, sell it. If you don't want to sell it, don't sell it."

Song Yan curled her lips: "That's what she said, but we have to deal with it. Anyway, there is still a lot of old grain from last year, so it won't hurt to sell it to them."

The charcoal fire crackled and sent up a few sparks.

Song Yan threw a few sweet potatoes into the charcoal brazier, and soon the sweet aroma of sweet potatoes filled the house.

"How long can you stay this time?" Song Yan asked while turning the sweet potatoes on the charcoal fire.

"I didn't leave before the New Year."

Song Yan looked up: "Really?"

Shu Changyu lazily sat on the low couch, supporting his chin with one hand, and raised the corner of his lips slightly: "Why would I lie to you?"

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders relaxed.

He picked up the tongs and turned the roasted sweet potato over. "That's good. Zhengdu has gone to study in Jiangnan. He probably won't be back for the New Year. I don't know if Dad will be able to come back."

If dad doesn't come back, it will be just them alone to celebrate the New Year, and it will be so lonely.

The sweet potato skin gradually cracks, revealing the golden flesh, which exudes sweet fragrance.

Song Yan wrapped it in cloth and carefully broke it open. The steaming sweet potato immediately exuded an even more tempting aroma.

"Try it. This year's new sweet potatoes are especially sweet." He handed half to Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu took it and took a bite slowly.

After eating the sweet potatoes, the sound of "dong-dong-dong" came from outside.

It is already the hour of Hai.

Song Yan leaned on Shu Changyu's shoulder and yawned: "It's getting late. I asked someone to prepare hot water. You can take a bath before going to bed."

As he said this, he was about to stand up.

Shu Changyu suddenly pressed his shoulders and picked him up sideways: "Why don't we go together?"

"Alas!"

Song Yan's scream was cut off by the sound of the door closing and was soon drowned out by the mist.

The sound of water splashing and the steam rising.

After the two of them took a bath together, Shu Changyu wrapped Song Yan in a towel and carried her back to the bedroom.

The bed had already been warmed by the charcoal fire. Song Yan curled up in the quilt, revealing a face that was red from the heat.

The corners of her eyes were slightly flushed, perhaps from crying or being steamed.

Immediately afterwards, a corner of the quilt was lifted, and Shu Changyu lay down in, stretching out his long arms to embrace him in his arms.

The cold wind howled and hit the window frames, but the house was warm as spring.

Song Yan smelled the familiar scent of Shu Changyu, and all the fatigue from the past few days was swept away.

He rubbed against the other's arms, found a comfortable position, and asked vaguely: "Where did you go this time, and why did you take so long?"

"Capital."

"Oh." Song Yan responded, and then asked with concern, "What is the current situation in the capital? Are my brother, sister-in-law, and Lin Yifeng all okay?"

Five years ago, Shu Changwen brought his wife and children to Beijing to prepare for the exam.

It’s a pity that he neglected his studies for too long, and he was able to pass the imperial examination by sheer luck, guessing a few questions correctly.

The imperial examination gathered the best talents in the world and the competition was extremely fierce. Shu Changwen was ultimately unable to make further progress and failed.

Having failed in two consecutive rounds of imperial examinations, Shu Changwen was inevitably frustrated. In the letter he sent home, his words revealed a hint of depression.

Lin Yifeng, on the other hand, passed the imperial examination smoothly and was ranked among the top three.

Comparing the two, the gap is huge, and Shu Changwen can be said to be disappointed.

Later, Lin Yifeng came to tell me that the eldest brother wanted to try again. If that didn't work, he would try to find a job and see if he could be sent to a stable place.

But now the Great Jin is in chaos and war, where is there any safe place?

Song Yan calculated again and found out that the next round of imperial examinations would be in the ninth year of Kangrui.

He looked at Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu nodded imperceptibly: "I can't pass the exam."

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh: "What about big brother?"

Three more years?

Three years later, and another three years later, if we wait any longer, my brother’s hair will probably turn white.

Besides, we don’t know what the situation will be like in three years.

It would be fine if Emperor Kangrui could keep the throne, but if Prince Chen came to the throne, everyone related to Shu Changyu would probably lose their heads.

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In this case, King Chen really cannot be allowed to take the throne.

Shu Changyu raised his hand and pinched the back of Song Yan's neck to comfort her: "This time when I went to the capital, I met with my eldest brother and discussed this matter with him."

"What does big brother say?"

"He has decided not to participate in the Spring Examination and has stayed in the capital to find a job temporarily."

Song Yan felt relieved after hearing this: "That's good."

Being an official in the capital is like being sent to a rural area.

Ugh!

This war caused panic among the people.

I hope that my brother can be safe and sound in the capital and survive these troubled times smoothly.

Song Yan prayed silently in her heart.

At this time, Song Yan suddenly understood Xiao Shiliu's choice. In troubled times, how could there be any real stability?

Little Pomegranate just wants to protect itself, is that wrong?

What's more, Shu Changyu had done many beheading jobs.

Even though these two are brothers, they both have restless genes in their bones.

Thinking of this, Song Yan hesitated: "There is something...I have to tell you."

"Hmm?" Shu Changyu closed his eyes and stroked Song Yan's back from time to time.

Song Yan gritted her teeth and revealed everything about her discovery that Xiao Shiliu had secretly made weapons.

After saying this, he nervously observed Shu Changyu's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Shu Changyu didn't even raise his eyelids, and just said lightly: "I know."

Song Yan suddenly propped herself up: "You know?!"

Shu Changyu opened his eyes: "That brat's movements were quite impressive, I couldn't hide them from him."

Song Yan's eyes suddenly widened.

Yes, how could he forget that Shu Changyu's secret guards were spread all over the place, how could Xiao Shiliu's actions be hidden from him?

"Then...you won't stop him?" Song Yan asked cautiously.

"Why should we stop him?" Shu Changyu sneered, his voice was a little cold, "If he wants to die, let him go."

Song Yan said dryly: "He said...he just wanted to protect himself."

Shu Changyu raised his lips in a mocking arc: "Self-protection?"

"Yanyan, you are so gullible."

Song Yan got angry for a moment, and he slapped Shu Changyu lightly: "Speak properly."

Shu Changyu grabbed his hand and kissed it on the palm: "That kid is very ambitious. Do you think he just wants to protect himself?"

Song Yan was silent for a moment, frowned and said: "I know he has ambitions, but he is only twelve years old..."

"So what if I'm twelve?" Shu Changyu sneered, "When I was twelve, my hands were already stained with a lot of blood."

Song Yan was speechless.

Indeed, in this era, twelve years old is not considered young.

"Then tell me, what should I do?" Song Yan scratched her hair in distress, "I can't just watch him..."

"You do care about him." Shu Changyu said in an inexplicable tone.

Hearing his tone, Song Yan knew that this guy was upset again, and quickly leaned over and kissed his chin: "I'm just worried that he's young and will be taken advantage of."

Shu Changyu snorted coldly, pinched Song Yan's chin and kissed her back, and did not let go until both of them were breathing unsteadily.

"He is much smarter than you think." Shu Changyu stroked Song Yan's red lips with his fingertips, "Those old foxes in the Zhan family have long been fooled by him."

Song Yan blinked and suddenly realized something: "Wait...you haven't been secretly observing him, have you?"

Shu Changyu didn't comment, but said calmly: "If he behaves himself, it's fine. But if he dares to put you in danger——"

He hadn't finished speaking, but Song Yan already understood what he meant.

"Okay." Song Yan had nothing to say.

Seeing his wrinkled face, Shu Changyu's fingers fell on Song Yan's cheek and slowly kneaded it.

"Why do you think so much?"

"If he really has the ability to stir up trouble, I want to see how far he can go."

Song Yan was forced to pout, and he muttered, "I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Shu Changyu covered his mouth, turned over and pressed him down: "Sleep."

The candlelight was extinguished by the palm wind, and the room fell into darkness.

Song Yan blinked in the darkness, feeling the weight of the person on her body, and sighed helplessly.

He knew that Shu Changyu didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

Well, let's take it one step at a time.