Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"Speak of the devil," Song Yan quickly played a card, turned to look at Shu Changyu, and said with a smile, "I was just thinking about you, and here you are."

Shu Changyu took off his snow-covered cape and casually hung it on a hanger beside him. He glanced at the mahjong game on the table and raised his lips slightly: "How much did you win?"

"I just lost one hand." Song Yan pursed her lips, "Someone deliberately took advantage of my distraction to win the game."

An Qi immediately cried out: "Brother Song, there is no father-son relationship in the card game!"

"Get out of the way! Who are you and your son?" Song Yan cursed with a smile and grabbed a handful of melon seed shells and threw them over.

Shu Changyu walked behind Song Yan, put his slender fingers on his shoulders, leaned over and glanced at his cards: "Hit this one."

He pointed his finger at a fifty thousand dollar note next to Song Yan's hand.

Song Yan doubtfully played 50,000, but the next player, Song Wanzhou, immediately pushed down his cards excitedly: "Hu La!"

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Song Yan was so angry that she gave Shu Changyu the middle finger.

Shu Changyu grabbed his fingers and chuckled, "You blame others for your poor card skills?"

"Whose card skills are bad? If you hadn't given me the wrong instructions, would I have lost?" Song Yan gave him a glare, pulled his hand back, pushed the cards away, and said, "I don't want to play anymore!"

Song Wanzhou covered his mouth and laughed secretly, while An Qi swiftly collected the copper coins on the table, looking like he had gotten a bargain.

Xu Yue stood up silently and stood aside.

Shu Changyu sat down next to Song Yan and asked, "Just now I heard you were talking about the refugees?"

Song Yan nodded and told him the idea he had just thought of: "I think we can set up a 'baojia joint responsibility' system, so that the refugees can guarantee each other. Every ten households will be organized into a jia, and they will supervise each other."

"If a spy is found and not reported, the whole group will be punished. This way they will keep an eye on each other, which is much more effective than us screening each one by one."

This method was borrowed from the "baojia system" proposed by a famous reformer in later generations.

Only by allowing refugees to supervise and restrain each other can we minimize the infiltration of spies.

"Of course, we have to set up a reward for reporting. Anyone who reports a spy will be rewarded with ten taels of silver and one acre of good farmland. There will surely be brave men under a heavy reward, and those spies will not be able to hide," Song Yan added.

In fact, Song Yan doesn’t like this reporting system very much, as it easily breeds false and wrongful convictions, but now are extraordinary times and extraordinary measures must be used.

Song Wanzhou's eyes sparkled: "Brother, this is a good idea! Those refugees will definitely stare at each other for the reward."

An Qi also gave a thumbs up: "Brother Song, this is a great idea. It saves us the trouble of screening."

Song Yan smiled and said, "It just occurred to me suddenly. The specific implementation needs to be improved."

Shu Changyu pinched the back of his neck: "It's already very good."

His fingertips were slightly cool, but it made Song Yan feel at ease.

"By the way, what does Lord Lin want to talk to you about?" Song Yan suddenly remembered this and asked.

Shu Changyu's expression was slightly tense: "Prince Fu sent an envoy to Guang'an Prefecture, asking Prefect Lin to open the city and surrender."

"What?" Song Yan stood up suddenly, "Master Lin didn't agree?"

Shu Changyu said in a cold tone: "That means beheading the messenger and hanging his head at the city gate for public display."

Song Yan took a breath of cold air, and then felt relieved: "Well done!"

Magistrate Lin usually looks gentle and polite, but I didn't expect him to be so resolute and decisive in his actions.

Prince Hui's Palace.

"Zheng——"

The crisp sound of swords clashing echoed in the training ground.

Li Yanche held a long sword with a cold glow in his hand and fought back and forth with Zhan Qingyue.

The young man had a nimble figure and sharp sword moves, and he and Zhan Qingyue were evenly matched in the fight.

"The prince's swordsmanship is getting better and better." Zhan Qingyue dodged the attack by leaning sideways and deflected Li Yanche's sword with his backhand.

Li Yanche put away his sword and stood up, breathing slightly: "It's not enough. The other princes have already started to act. We don't have much time."

Zhan Qingyue's gaze fell on the young prince in front of him. The thirteen-year-old boy was almost as tall as an adult.

The childishness in his brows had faded away, replaced by a sharp edge.

In those phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as Shu Changyu's, there was a burning wildfire.

The cold sword reflected the young man's beautiful eyes and eyebrows, which really proved the saying "Young people are full of vigor and will be brave and heroic at their own time".

Zhan Qingyue couldn't help but sigh, who would have thought that a boy who was only thirteen years old could have such deep scheming and strategy, even King Chen's every move was within his calculations.

Age is his advantage and also his disadvantage.

Due to his young age, other princes and even the emperor did not regard him as a threat, allowing him to accumulate strength in secret and make plans quietly.

But because he is young, he finds it difficult to convince others and has to work harder than others.

And the forces supporting him were few and far between, except for the Zhan family who placed the bet at the beginning.

And it was because of Zhan Qingyue that the Zhan family was able to squeeze out some resources to support Li Yanche.

After all, in this troubled time, all parties are carefully weighing the pros and cons, and no one is willing to easily put too many chips on a young boy.

It only took Li Yanche a few years to make the Zhan family willing to entrust their entire family strength to him.

This shows the means and courage of this young prince.

Zhan Qingyue handed over the handkerchief: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, General Qin has led his troops to support Jizhou, which can buy us at least two years."

At this point, Zhan Qingyue sighed quietly. Their foundation was still too weak and they needed more time to accumulate strength.

Li Yanche took the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. A sharp light flashed in his eyes: "Two years is enough."

He looked toward the gray sky in the distance and said in a hoarse voice, "Send the order to speed up the weapon forging process in the back mountain of Dongliu Village. Also, have Commander Luo lead the guards into the mountain and intensify the training."

Zhan Qingyue cupped his hands in response, and then he remembered something else: "Your Majesty, there is one more thing."

"explain."

"Mr. Song has great talent and the ability to become a general or a prime minister. Why don't you..."

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to." Li Yanche interrupted, "No one is allowed to touch Brother Song's family."

A trace of regret flashed across Zhan Qingyue's eyes, but he did not dare to disobey: "I understand."

Li Yanche sheathed his sword, turned around and walked towards the study, his black brocade robe fluttering in the cold wind.

He suddenly stopped and asked, "Brother Song, how are you these days?"

Zhan Qingyue lowered his eyes and replied, "Master Song is doing well. Recently, we have been promoting the system of 'community responsibility' among the refugees, and the effect is obvious. We have already caught three spies of Prince Fu."

A smile flashed in Li Yanche's eyes: "Brother Song always comes up with good ideas."

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve, heavy snow fell in Yunshan County.

Due to the busy military affairs in Nanyang Prefecture this year, Song Yuanshan was unable to return home, so he only asked someone to bring back a letter and some New Year's goods.

The letter said that the fighting situation on the front line was tense and asked them to have a good New Year and not to worry about him.

Song Yan put the letter away, looked at the flying snowflakes outside the window, and slowly exhaled.

"Brother, shall we put up Spring Festival couplets?" Song Wanzhou walked in holding a stack of red paper with a bright smile on his face, seemingly not affected by the chaos in the outside world at all.

Song Yan came back to her senses and took the red paper with a smile: "Okay, let's write it ourselves this year."

The brothers and sisters sat together in the warm room, grinding ink and spreading paper.

Song Zhengdu took up the pen, and as his pen flew, a couplet "In a hundred years, the world will regain its vitality, and the mountains and rivers will be unified and peaceful" appeared on the paper.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with great style.

"Second brother's handwriting is getting better and better." Song Wanzhou praised.

Song Jiaojiao silently picked up the scissors and cut a few exquisite window paper-cuts.

Her fingers are deft and the magpie on the plum tree she cuts out looks lifelike.

"Jiaojiao is really skillful." Song Yan rubbed the top of his sister's head, "Come, help me put this word 'Fu' on the door."

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and soon a thick layer of snow accumulated in the yard.

Song Yan stepped on the crunchy snow and pasted the big red "Fu" character upside down on the door.

Song Jiaojiao stood on tiptoe and helped to straighten it.

When it was time for the New Year’s Eve dinner, Shu Changyu rushed back in the snowy wind.

Prince Fu's vanguard was stopped at the Songjiang ferry and could not continue marching in the short term, so he could not arrive before the New Year.

However, heavy snow blocked the roads in the north, and Prince Zibo of Qianzhou was temporarily unable to go south.

There is no news from the King of Qi either, he should still be on the way.

At least I can spend this New Year with peace of mind.

However, the shadow of the coming war always hangs over everyone's head.

This year's New Year was particularly cold and quiet.

There were no fireworks to be seen at night, and the sound of firecrackers was also sparse.

With the sound of firecrackers at midnight.

Kangrui’s ninth year has arrived.