Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The two men walked slowly along the ridge of the field, and the guards following behind them kept their distance tactfully.

The spring breeze blows on your face, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers and plants.

There are undulating mountains in the distance and gurgling rivers nearby, creating a vibrant scene.

"I plan to install a few more water wheels here." Song Yan pointed to the small river not far away, "It will be more convenient for irrigation this way."

"Brother Song will arrange it." Little Pomegranate didn't care much about such trivial matters. "If you need anything, just tell the steward to do it."

"Behave yourself." Song Yan slapped him on the back of the head.

The guards behind were shocked when they saw this and subconsciously wanted to step forward, but were stopped by Xiao Shiliuqiu with a look.

Little Pomegranate's expression didn't even change, and she became much more honest: "Brother Song is teaching me a lesson. I will definitely take farming seriously."

"Well, that's more reasonable." Song Yan nodded with satisfaction, "As a vassal king, the livelihood of the people in your fiefdom is your responsibility."

"Although installing water trucks and building houses may seem trivial, each of these matters is related to whether the people can live and work in peace and contentment."

Little Pomegranate looked like she was willing to learn something: "Brother Song is right. I'll take note of it."

Song Yan couldn't help but nag again: "You were born into a royal family, and have lived a life of luxury since childhood. You may not have a deep understanding of some things."

"But you have to know that the people don't ask for much, just to have enough food to eat and a safe place to live. If we do these little things well, they will truly support you."

Little Pomegranate seemed to be lost in thought, looking at the farmers working in the fields. Some were bending over to till the land, while others were sweating profusely. Every movement they made was filled with awe and expectation for the land.

"If you have the opportunity to be in that position in the future..."

Song Yan paused when he said this.

He looked at Little Pomegranate with a serious look: "If that day ever comes, you must remember what you saw today and think of the people of the world. Don't forget that water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

Little Pomegranate was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and plucked a dandelion from the edge of the field. He blew gently, and the fluff flew into the sky.

"Don't worry, Brother Song," he said in a light voice, but with unquestionable determination, "If I hold power one day, I will make sure that all people in the world have enough food and clothing."

The two walked and stopped, and unknowingly came to a hillside.

From this angle, the entire Yunshan County is in sight, with fields, villages, and rivers like a beautiful painting.

Song Yan suddenly said, "Little Pomegranate, I won't stop you from getting what you want, but you have to promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will protect your life."

Song Yan looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Being alive is more important than anything else."

Little Pomegranate was slightly stunned, then smiled and nodded: "I promise Brother Song."

Song Yan then revealed a relieved smile, stood up and stretched: "Let's go back to eat. I asked the kitchen to stew a big goose in an iron pot. It should be cooked by now."

The two walked down the mountain side by side, their shadows stretched out long in the setting sun.

Late spring in March was the day when Huang Qianqian and the young master of the Yan family got married.

The day before the wedding, the Huang family held a banquet to entertain relatives and friends.

The Wang family's house was decorated with lights and maids and servants were busy running back and forth.

As soon as Song Wanzhou entered the room, Mrs. Huang stopped him and clapped her hands affectionately: "Wanzhou is here! Qianqian is in the room, go and talk to her."

Song Wanzhou nodded in agreement, holding up the hem of her skirt and walking quickly towards Wang Qianqian's boudoir.

When I pushed the door open, I saw Huang Qianqian wearing her casual lilac-colored shirt, sitting in front of the dressing table, letting her maid try on makeup for her.

"Qianqian!" Song Wanzhou called out.

Huang Qianqian turned around and saw that it was her, her eyes lit up: "Wanzhou!"

Song Wanzhou walked forward, put the brocade box on the table, and said with a smile: "It's a dowry gift. Do you like it?"

"Didn't you already give me the silk flower shop? Why are you bringing things here?" Huang Qianqian asked angrily, but she had already opened the brocade box curiously in her hands.

Inside was a pair of red gold silk bracelets, with lotus patterns finely engraved on the bracelets, which looked exquisite and elegant.

"This..." Wang Qianqian looked up in surprise, "It's too expensive!"

Song Wanzhou held down her hand as she tried to refuse: "We are sisters, so I will naturally give you the best when you get married."

As she said this, she helped Huang Qianqian put it on with a smile: "I specially asked the master craftsman in the gold shop to make this bracelet, and I drew the pattern myself."

The red gold silk bracelet worn on Huang Qianqian's fair wrist contrasts with her snow-white skin, making her look even more luxurious and elegant.

The maids beside her all exclaimed: "It's so beautiful! Miss Song has a good taste!"

Wang Qianqian's eyes were slightly red, and she took Song Wanzhou's hand and whispered: "Wanzhou, I..."

"Stop!" Song Wanzhou deliberately frowned, "Tomorrow is a big wedding day. If you dare to cry and ruin your makeup, I will laugh at you for the rest of your life."

These words made Huang Qianqian burst into laughter.

She held Song Wanzhou's hand and said, "Okay, I'll take it. But you have to promise me that if you come to Shiqiao County in the future, you must come to see me."

Song Wanzhou was very reluctant to let go. Compared to when Hehua got married, she didn't feel so sad then.

After all, she knew that even if He Hua got married, she would still work in the soap factory and they would still be able to see each other often.

But Qianqian married and moved to Shiqiao County, so it became less easy for us to meet in the future.

Thinking of this, Song Wanzhou's nose felt sore and she almost cried, but she forced herself to hold back a smile and said, "Of course! Not only will I go, but I'll also stay at your house for food and lodging. Don't think I'm annoying when the time comes."

Huang Qianqian's eyes also turned red, but she still smiled and patted the back of Song Wanzhou's hand: "I couldn't ask for more."

The two smiled at each other, and the sadness of parting seemed to be diluted a little.

On the sixth day of March, the sky is clear and the air is fresh, and the spring breeze is not dry.

The auspicious time is approaching, gongs and drums are beating outside, and the wedding procession has arrived at the gate of the mansion.

Huang Qianqian, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, was helped into the bridal sedan by the bridesmaid.

Song Wanzhou stood at the door of the Huang family. She looked at the curtain of the sedan chair swaying in the wind, and could vaguely see the figure of Huang Qianqian sitting upright.

Suddenly she felt that this sedan chair was like a cage, taking her best sister to a strange place.

It was not until the bridal sedan chair decorated with red silk gradually disappeared into the distance that she could no longer hold back her tears.

She raised her hand to wipe it off, but the more she wiped, the more it appeared, and everything in front of her eyes became blurry.

Suddenly, a plain white handkerchief was handed to him.

Song Wanzhou looked up and saw Lu Yuxuan standing beside her at some point.

After not seeing each other for two years, Lu Yuxuan has become thinner and his brows have become more calm, but his eyes are still complex and difficult to understand.

"Wipe it off." He said softly.

Song Wanzhou didn't answer. He wiped his face with his sleeve and said in a muffled voice, "You don't need to be so kind."

Lu Yuxuan took back the handkerchief and followed the wedding procession as it left: "Is she...doing well?"

"Very good!" Song Wanzhou glared at him, "Master Yan treats her like a pearl, a thousand times better than you!"

Lu Yuxuan smiled bitterly: "That's good."

His gaze shifted from Song Wanzhou's face to the receding bridal sedan. When he was young, he met Song Wanzhou and fell in love with her at first sight, but he never got a response.

And the little yellow rabbit who had been bickering with him since childhood had quietly occupied the softest corner of his heart.

It was not until the girl resolutely turned and left that he suddenly realized what he had missed.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

He took one last look at the end of the long street and turned away.

The spring breeze blew up the corners of his clothes, and his back looked a little desolate.

Song Wanzhou watched his back as he left, feeling only irony. Why was he pretending to be so affectionate now? What were he doing before?

She wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve and turned away.

At this moment, Song Yan was just coming back from the shop. Thinking that Huang Qianqian was getting married today and that Wanzhou was very sad, she went to Huang's house to take a look.

Just as I reached the alley entrance, I saw Song Wanzhou coming out of the Huang family's gate with red eyes. Her little face was tense, and she looked sad and angry.

Song Yan sighed: "Why are you crying like this? Your eyes are swollen."

When Song Wanzhou saw Song Yan, his nose felt sore and he almost cried again, but he held it back and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't cry!"

Song Yan laughed: "Okay, okay, I didn't cry."

He paused and teased her deliberately: "How about going to Xiangfenglou to eat Eight Treasure Duck? Their duck has crispy skin and tender meat, and it tastes sour and sweet when dipped in plum sauce..."

Song Wanzhou was originally in a low mood, but when he heard there was something delicious, his eyes lit up slightly, but then he became depressed again: "...I don't want to go."

Song Yan knew she was upset, so she didn't force her, and said, "Then go home? I'll ask the kitchen to make you a bowl of sweet soup and steam a basket of peach blossom cakes."

Song Wanzhou hummed sullenly and walked slowly back with Song Yan.

After walking for a while, she suddenly stopped and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, why do girls have to get married? Qianqian obviously lives so well at home. If she marries someone else, she will have to serve her parents-in-law, take care of her husband and children..."

She bit her lip: "I don't want this."

Song Yan turned his head to look at her, and seeing that she was frowning and really confused, he asked, "Who said you have to get married?"

Song Wanzhou was stunned: "But..."

"But what?" Song Yan raised her eyebrows. "You are my sister. As long as you don't want to, no one can force you to get married."

"Then...what if others gossip?" Song Wanzhou hesitated, "saying that the Song family's daughter can't get married, and that you, brother, don't arrange a marriage for me..."

Song Yan sneered: "Who cares what they say? Your brother makes so much money, isn't it just to make our family live happily? If you want to do business, do business. If you want to get married, get married. If you don't want to get married, just stay at home and be a lady for the rest of your life."

Song Wanzhou was stunned and looked at him blankly: "Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Then...what if I fall in love with someone in the future but don't want to marry someone else?"

Song Yan looked around and whispered, "Then take him home, or kill the father and keep the son, whichever you prefer."

Song Wanzhou: “…”

She couldn't tell for a moment whether he was serious or joking.

But inexplicably, the depression in her heart suddenly dissipated.

At this time, Song Yan looked at Song Wanzhou, and his tone was rarely serious: "Wanzhou, remember, the Song family will always be your home. You can live the way you want. No one can force you to do something you don't like."

Song Wanzhou's tears flowed again, but this time it was not because he was sad, but because Song Yan's words warmed his heart.

She hugged Song Yan's arm, buried her face in his sleeve and rubbed it, muffled and said: "Brother, you are so nice!"

Song Yan pulled up her sleeves in disgust: "Don't use my clothes to wipe your nose!"

Song Wanzhou burst into laughter, raised her head, and said with sparkling eyes: "Then it's a deal, I won't get married and will stay at home!"

Song Yan said lazily, "Hmm", and dragged her back: "Okay, I'll support you for the rest of your life. Let's go home!"