Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

March 23rd is the Grain Rain season.

Spring ploughing is in full swing and the farm is bustling with activity.

Dandelions are in full bloom on the edge of the field, with clusters of small yellow flowers dotted among the green leaves. When the wind blows, they sway gracefully.

Song Yan bent down, picked a dandelion, held it in front of her, puffed up her cheeks and blew gently, and the white fluff floated away slowly with the wind.

Watching Song Yan playing with dandelions, Wei Taoer joked, "How come the boss still likes to play with these like a child?"

Song Yan patted the grass clippings on her hands and raised her eyebrows at him: "What? Is a 330-month-old child no longer a child?"

Wei Taoer was so amused that she sat cross-legged on the ridge of the field, playing with the dogtail grass she had just pulled up: "Then I am also a 300-month-old child, right?"

As soon as he said this, he couldn't help blushing.

But when I think about it, it makes sense.

Who says you can’t have a childlike innocence when you grow up?

Gao Ruowang always treated him as a child. Every day when he came home a little late, Gao Ruowang would stand at the entrance of the alley waiting for him with a lantern, for fear that he would stumble or fall.

On his birthday last year, Gao Ruowang made him a grass grasshopper, saying it was a toy he had played with when he was a child.

At that time he laughed at Gao Ruowang for being childish, but now thinking back on it, he saw it as a rare kind of warmth.

The foxtail grass in Wei Taoer's hand was a little wilted after being twisted. He looked at the new soil turned up at the other side of the ridge and suddenly sighed softly.

Song Yan was squatting on the ground watching the ants moving. Hearing this, he turned his head and asked, "Why are you sighing for no reason?"

Wei Taoer hesitated, but he couldn't keep secrets, so he made up his mind and scratched the back of his head and said, "I was just thinking that Wang Ge is now a juren, and he will definitely go to the capital to take the imperial examination in the future."

"If I pass the imperial examination, I might stay in the capital and serve as an official."

Song Yan now understood that Wei Taoer was worried that they would be separated in the future.

"The Spring Examination will not be held this year. The next one may be three years from now. Given the current situation, we don't know what the situation will be like three years from now. Don't think too much."

He joked, "Maybe in the future there will be a chance to expand the business to the capital. When the time comes, I will send you, the chief steward, to the capital to take charge. Wouldn't you be able to see your Gao Juren every day?"

Hearing this, Wei Taoer couldn't help but grin, and then said: "What if Brother Ruowang is sent out to be an official?"

Song Yan also squatted down by the edge of the field, picked up a piece of grass and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "What's there to be afraid of being sent out? Our goods are shipped to various places in the north and south. If they really go to remote prefectures, the worst that can happen is to open another trade route. Anyway, we will never let you two be separated."

After hearing what Song Yan said, Wei Taoer felt much more relieved, and her eyes lit up: "Boss is right, I was thinking wrongly."

"That's right." Song Yan spat out the grass root in his mouth, his expression teasing, "Don't you think about the fact that Gao Ruowang came here in a hurry to look for you when you didn't come back for a few days? How could he bear to be separated from you?"

Wei Taoer rarely looked embarrassed, and the tips of her ears turned red.

He muttered, "He's just like that, always worrying about things. He's like a father, meddling in everything, even nagging me about what clothes I wear."

Although he spoke with a complaint, the corners of his mouth quietly curled up in a soft arc.

He remembered that he had eaten two extra pieces of osmanthus cake the day before and had a stomachache at night. Gao Ruowang got up with his clothes on and boiled medicine for him. He sat by his bed and watched over him for most of the night. When dawn came, his eyes were dark and blue, but he still reminded him not to eat too much cold food in the future.

Song Yan was laughing at what she heard and teased him on purpose: "Then why don't you just not listen? If you insist on being obedient, aren't you being treated like a child?"

Wei Taoer stiffened her neck and snorted, looking somewhat unconvinced.

The wind blew the grass debris on the ridges past. He looked at the wheat field in the distance and suddenly whispered, "Actually... there's nothing wrong with being managed by him."

The voice was so soft as if afraid of being blown away by the wind, but it fell clearly into Song Yan's ears.

Song Yanting could understand Wei Taoer's thoughts.

Wei's father has always believed that a good son is made under the stick, so he has been beating and scolding Wei Taoer and his brothers since they were young.

Wei Taoer had been hoping for someone to treat him kindly since he was a child. Gao Ruowang's nagging concern just filled the empty place in his heart.

Song Yan raised an eyebrow and stopped joking. She just stood up and stretched her waist: "Okay, I know your brother Wang treats you well, so let's not chat here. There are still many things to take care of during the spring plowing."

Wei Taoer quickly stood up, brushed the dirt off her body, and resumed her capable appearance as a manager.

The two then walked towards the village, stopping from time to time to watch the newly arrived refugees learning how to plant rice under the guidance of the steward.

"Boss, look how neatly the seedlings are planted!" The old farmer pointed at the paddy field and smiled. "This year will definitely be a good harvest."

Song Yan laughed: "I hope so."

"Oh, right." Song Yan paused as if she remembered something, and her voice suddenly rose. "I remember that the granary just received a batch of old rice, which is specially used to provide relief to refugees. Don't mix it with the new rice."

Wei Taoer understood and immediately replied, "Don't worry, sir. They are all kept separately. The old rice is in the east warehouse, and the new rice is in the west warehouse. We have double the number of people guarding it."

As the two sang in unison, several refugees who were planting rice seedlings pricked up their ears.

Among them was a thin man with flickering eyes.

Song Yan turned around calmly and slowly returned to the farm.

Wei Taoer followed closely, and only spoke after entering the main hall: "Boss, I think they can't hold back any longer. They will definitely take action in the next few days. You should go back to the city and take shelter first."

Song Yan shook her head and said, "If I wasn't here, they would definitely be suspicious."

After all, when spring plowing started, he would come to the farm in person almost every day to take charge, and leaving suddenly would alert the enemy.

Seeing that Song Yan had made up her mind, Wei Taoer could not persuade her any further.

When Wei Taoer thought about how well the boss treated them, providing them with food and building houses, her cheeks puffed up with anger, like a puffed-up puffer fish.

He clenched his fists and said indignantly: "These people really don't know what's good for them! The boss kindly took them in and gave them a bite to eat, but they dared to repay kindness with hatred and were instigated by that group to rob the granary!"

Over the years, Song Yan has seen all kinds of monsters and demons.

Some people are willing to betray their friends for a few pieces of silver, some are willing to frame their relatives and friends in order to curry favor with the powerful, and some are even willing to push their loved ones into the fire pit in order to survive for a moment.

I've seen this kind of thing so many times that I'm no longer surprised by it.

"Human greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant. The farm has a stable life and sufficient food and grass. For them, it is not only a way to make a living, but also a coveted fat meat."

Prince Fu's spies knew how to choose the right time. They chose to act during the busiest time of spring ploughing, hoping to fish in troubled waters.

He walked to the table, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of herbal tea, which he drank in one gulp to suppress the depression in his heart.

"I guess they will take action tonight." Song Yan put down the teacup, his eyes became sharp, "Tell the guards to cheer up and act according to the plan."

Wei Taoer nodded heavily: "Everything has been arranged. Dongcang has set up a dragnet to ensure that they will never return!"