Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival.

On this day in previous years, Yunshan County was decorated with lights and was extremely lively.

But this year, the streets were deserted and even the lanterns were rarely seen.

Song Yan, Song Wanzhou and Song Zhengdu simply had a Yuanxiao meal and celebrated the festival.

Just a few days after the Lantern Festival, news came that Prince Fu’s army was approaching the city.

According to spies, Prince Fu led an army of 50,000 and set up camp ten miles outside Jianping City.

fifty thousand? !

Song Yan felt like he was going to faint, so he pinched his Ren Zhong point hard.

After catching his breath, he hurriedly asked, "How many soldiers are there in Jianping Prefecture?"

An Wu replied: "Including the temporary conscription of civilians, there are less than 8,000."

Eight thousand versus fifty thousand, how to fight this battle?

"The master has made all the necessary preparations." An Wu saw Song Yan's worry and quickly added, "The walls of Jianping Prefecture are strong and the food and grass are sufficient. We can hold out for at least three months."

Song Yan frowned: "Three months..."

What about three months later?

If reinforcements don't arrive, won't Jianping Prefecture become an isolated city?

"The master asked me to tell you not to worry," An Wu continued, "He has his own plan to defeat the enemy."

Song Yan wiped his face and smiled bitterly.

Although he believed that Shu Changyu had a way, it would be a lie to say that he was not worried when facing the siege of 50,000 troops.

Just thinking about the 50,000 troops surrounding the city, Song Yan felt a chill on the back of his neck.

War is always accompanied by blood and death, and the torment of waiting is more suffocating than facing the fighting head-on.

Thinking of the brutal battle that would happen next, Song Yan couldn't help but sigh.

He sighed more during this period of time than in his two lifetimes combined.

"Where is Jiaojiao? How is she? Can she adapt?" Song Yan asked three questions in a row.

An Wu showed a slight smile on his stern face: "Miss Jiao Jiao performed very well. A few days ago, she and Miss An Jiu successfully killed the messenger of Prince Fu."

When Song Yan heard this, her heart suddenly tightened.

Jiaojiao has actually participated in actual combat?

She is only nine years old!

Even though Song Yan has grown up, her legs will still go weak when she sees a dead body, but Jiaojiao is already able to fight in the battlefield.

I don’t know whether to say that Shu Changyu is bold and reckless, or that Jiaojiao is gifted.

"She's not hurt?"

"The young lady is not injured." An Wu said carefully, "She accompanied An Jiu out of the city to carry out a mission a few days ago and performed very well."

outstanding?

Song Yan felt mixed emotions for a moment.

A nine-year-old child performed well on the battlefield. Should we be proud or feel sorry for him?

"The master said that Miss Jiaojiao has a strong character and is a good candidate." An Wu seemed to see Song Yan's concerns and said, "Don't worry too much, young master."

Song Yan was very sad: "How can I not worry?"

That was his sister who grew up in front of him.

From being hungry to learning to walk, from being young and ignorant to holding a sword in battle, every step of growth is engraved in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and said to An Wu, "Pass a message to Chang Yu for me. Tell him that if Jiao Jiao loses even one hair, I will never forgive him."

The corner of An Wu's mouth twitched slightly, and he lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

Time quickly passed from the first month of the year to late spring in March.

Song Yan originally thought that the battle would be resolved quickly, but he did not expect the stalemate to last so long.

In Songzhou, the number of refugees increased, and outside the gate of Yunshan County every day there were people fleeing with their families.

"Boss, we've taken in more than 200 refugees in the past few days." Wei Taoer reported, "Since the beginning of the year, we've taken in nearly 3,000 people."

The speed of building houses is almost unable to keep up with the influx of refugees.

Song Yan rubbed his brows and said, "Let's settle them first. We can't just watch them starve to death."

In troubled times, human life is worthless.

Although he is not a savior, since he has the ability, he should do something for the people here.

"How are the preparations for spring plowing going?" Song Yan looked up and asked.

Wei Taoer frowned and shouted angrily: "We have enough manpower, but there are many ruffians among the new refugees, and we have already arrested several of them with dirty hands and feet."

Song Yan was helpless. It was not good to have too many people here. There would be a mix of good and bad people, and it was inevitable that some people with bad intentions would sneak in.

Even if the baojia system of joint responsibility was established, it would not be able to prevent those desperate criminals.

Song Yan thought about the previous two days when the guard team reported that they found several suspicious people among the refugees, who were sneaking around the granary at night.

He immediately ordered people to strengthen the guard, but now it seems that the situation is more serious than he thought.

"Put those troublemakers in a separate group and assign someone to keep an eye on them." Song Yan frowned and thought for a moment, "and assign another 20 guards to patrol the granary day and night."

He suddenly had a bad feeling that something was going to happen.

Song Yan has always believed in her premonitions.

Therefore, he did not hesitate and directly called An Wu over, and then gave him some instructions.

An Wu looked puzzled, but still followed the order and left.

That night, the moonlight was dim.

In the refugee shantytown outside the farm, several dark figures gathered stealthily behind a thatched hut.

"I've found out clearly that the granary is on the west side of the village. It is heavily guarded, but there is a drainage hole in the back wall that is big enough for one person to crawl in." A thin man whispered.

"Hmph, what do you mean by heavily guarded? They are just a bunch of peasants." Another man with a face full of flesh sneered, "With hundreds of us, each of us can kick the door open!"

"Don't be careless." A middle-aged man wearing a tattered felt hat said in a deep voice, "I heard that Mr. Song is not someone you can easily mess with. He has a guard team under him, and all of them are martial artists."

"What are you afraid of?" The thin man sneered, "We don't really want to steal food, we just want to make some noise to let those rich people know that we refugees are not easy to bully!"

"Yes! If the situation gets out of hand, the government will naturally have to open the granaries and release grain!" someone echoed.

A few people discussed in low voices for a moment, then quickly dispersed and went to incite other refugees.

As the night deepened, undercurrents surged in the refugee camp.

"Shh!"

In the darkness, someone gestured for silence.

After the people outside left, behind the crack in the door was Old Man Chen and his family.

Old Man Chen looked solemn, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "This is terrible, we must report it to the manager immediately."

Mrs. Chen hesitated and said, "But if they knew that we were the ones who reported it..."

"Idiot!" Old man Chen glared at his wife. "Have you forgotten the collective responsibility for the baojia system? If they cause trouble, we will all suffer as well! If you report the incident now, you might even get a reward!"

"Dad is right." Chen's daughter-in-law rubbed her hands nervously, "I saw with my own eyes that they hid knives. This is not asking for food, it's clearly a rebellion!"

"But they are watching closely during the day. If we go to report the news, we will definitely be discovered." Old man Chen's son said worriedly.

"What are you afraid of!" Old Man Chen gritted his teeth and said, "Let's sneak around from the back mountain and go straight to the escort team!"

Taking advantage of the night, a few people quietly slipped out of the straw hut and walked along the ridge of the field towards the back mountain.