Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

It doesn't matter who started the rumor.

Uh, of course.

This is not a rumor.

Yunshan County’s existing food reserves are indeed sufficient to support an army of 100,000 people for three years.

No, at least five years.

But can I say this to others?!

Isn't this clearly telling all the rebels: Come and rob me!

Song Yan was so angry that her teeth were itching, and she wanted to find the person who spread the rumor and beat him up.

However, worse is yet to come.

News came from Yizhou that Prince Fu had not changed his bad habits and had once again assembled his army, preparing to march north.

This time, he was obviously well prepared. He not only allied with the King of Qi in the southeast, but also colluded with the King of Zibo in Qianzhou, intending to attack from both the north and the south.

The coalition forces of the three kings were powerful, claiming to have an army of 200,000 strong, and they headed straight for Songzhou.

But in fact, the so-called 200,000 is just a bluff.

The King of Qi concentrated most of his troops and sent them to Huai and Xin. The number of troops that could be allocated to Songzhou would not be many, at most only about 10,000 or 20,000.

Although Prince Zibo claimed to have an army of 100,000, Qianzhou is located in the northeast, with high mountains and long roads, making logistical supply difficult. Only 30,000 people could actually travel a long distance to join the war.

The real main force was Prince Fu's 80,000-strong army that had been entrenched in Yizhou for many years and had rested for a long time.

But even so, the situation facing Songzhou remains grim.

When the news reached Yunshan County, the people were in panic.

It is a busy time at the end of the year, but now the streets are much quieter and even most of the stalls selling New Year goods are gone.

People were walking in a hurry, with worried expressions on their faces.

In the cold winter, Song Yan didn't like to go out much, and occasionally called a few people to play mahjong together.

"Prince Fu only remembers eating and not fighting." Song Yan played a nine-tube card and complained, "Last time he was beaten badly in Jianping Prefecture, how long has it been since he stopped? Now he's looking for death again?"

But he was smarter this time and knew how to win over allies.

An Qi then played a fifty thousand card and continued, "Prince Chen is now so powerful that he seems to be taking over the capital. Naturally, Prince Fu can't sit still."

After saying that, he picked up another melon seed and started eating it.

Previously, Prince Fu's rebellion was hasty, and the court sent troops to suppress it. If Prince Qi and Prince An had not later raised troops one after another and attracted most of the court's troops, Prince Fu would have been wiped out long ago.

Moreover, Prince Fu had limited military forces and lacked good generals, and he suffered heavy losses in several battles with the imperial court.

Later, King Chen extended an olive branch to him, promising that as long as King Fu was willing to help, he would grant him a large piece of territory after the success.

At that time, Prince Fu was being defeated and was on the verge of collapse, so he gladly accepted Prince Chen's invitation.

After the two kings formally formed an alliance, King Chen immediately borrowed 20,000 elite troops from King Fu to help him stabilize the situation in Yizhou, which gave King Fu a chance to catch his breath.

Now that Prince Chen is about to attack the capital, how can Prince Fu just sit still?

If he doesn't seize more territory now, how can he reap the rewards when King Chen ascends the throne?

After all, a covenant can be invalidated at any time, and only the meat that is actually in your mouth is yours.

After listening to An Qi's analysis, Song Yan shook her head.

As for Prince Fu, he has great ambitions, but in terms of strategy and tactics, he is still far behind Prince Chen.

He rushed north in such a hurry that he never thought that even if he could capture Songzhou by chance, King Chen would never let him become so powerful.

Prince Chen is a shrewd and calculating man. Once he enters the capital and takes control of the court, he will definitely turn around and deal with Prince Fu and other vassal kings.

Now, none of those who were dancing happily can escape.

The territory that Prince Fu had worked so hard to conquer ended up being nothing more than a wedding dress for Prince Chen.

It's really a futile effort.

Forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore.

Song Yan reached out and touched a card. It was a three of a kind. He stared at the card and frowned, but did not play it immediately.

He then asked, "By the way, have you found out who spread the rumor?"

An Qi pondered over the cards in front of him, picked up a card, looked at it, put it back into the deck, and said, "I found out that it was a spy sent by Prince Fu who infiltrated the refugees and spread the news."

This move is really shady to the extreme.

In troubled times, food and supplies are king.

There is an old saying: "Before the troops move, the food and fodder must go first."

This shows the importance of food and fodder in war.

As long as there is enough food and grass, a large army can be formed at any time.

It was obvious that Prince Fu deliberately released the news that Songzhou had abundant food and grass in order to lure Prince Qi and Prince Zibo into the trap and have them act as his pawns.

He likes to reap the benefits of being a fisherman.

Song Yan typed out three lines: "This Prince Fu is really good at calculating."

I just don't know if this plan will work.

If it turns out to be a dog-eat-dog drama, it would be fun to watch.

The dark seven touched three and played a two-tube: "The master has sent people to deal with those spies, but the rumors have spread, and I'm afraid they can't be stopped."

Song Yan's hand that was touching the cards paused, and her brows furrowed.

Indeed, once rumors spread, they are like spilled water and cannot be taken back.

At present, Songzhou has become the target of public criticism, and various forces are eyeing it covetously.

"Where is Prince Fu's army?" Song Yan asked.

"The vanguard has just set out from Songjiang Ferry. It will take another ten days to reach the border of Songzhou." An Qi took a look at the card he had drawn and showed a happy expression. "The master has sent people to intercept their ship halfway. They will definitely not be able to come before the New Year."

Hearing this, Song Wanzhou, who had been listening silently without saying anything, blinked and said, "Then can we spend the New Year in peace?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "At least it's safe before New Year's Eve."

An Qi pushed the cards in his hand and said, "Win!"

"Hey! How did you intercept me?" Song Yan didn't believe it and stretched her neck to look at Anqi's cards.

All the cards were neatly stacked on the table, with Beifeng, which Zhang had just touched, at the end of the deck, a good hand that he had just touched.

He really got fooled.

It was all his fault because he was concentrating on the affairs of Prince Fu's coalition forces and got distracted and didn't pay attention to the pattern of Anqi's cards.

"Brother Song, stop playing tricks and give me the money!" An Qi spread his hands and asked for the silver.

"Here, here, here!" Song Yan took out a few copper coins and patted his hand.

"One more."

Several people were shuffling cards while chatting about the resettlement of refugees.

Song Wanzhou's slender fingers flexibly arranged the cards, and suddenly asked: "Brother, are there any spies among those refugees? Should we screen them again?"

Song Yan picked up a piece of Dongfeng and paused.

indeed.

Recently, there are more and more refugees coming to Guang'an Prefecture, including spies from various forces, making it difficult to guard against them.

We have to find a way to identify these refugees, otherwise it’s not a good idea to have them sneaking in and causing trouble.

Song Yan stroked the mahjong tiles in his hand, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

He thought of an idea, but he didn't know if it would work.

"Did your master say when he would be back?" Song Yan asked.

"Master." An Qi scratched his cheek, "It seems he went to Guang'an Prefecture. Prefect Lin wants to see him for something."

"I should be back soon." An Qi said uncertainly.

"Then I'll write him a letter..." Before Song Yan finished her words, the door curtain was lifted from the outside, and Shu Changyu walked in with a cold look on his face.