Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

At midnight, everything is quiet.

The night was as dark as ink, and torches suddenly lit up in the refugee camp.

"Charge! If we rob the granary, everyone can survive!"

"Seize the food! Seize the food!"

"Come on!"

In the chaos, a thin man held up a torch and shouted with a grim smile: "Burn down the granary and see how those rich families can store grain!"

With a roar, hundreds of incited refugees, armed with sticks and hoes, rushed towards the granary on the west side of the farm like a tide.

There was a mad gleam in their eyes; greed and excitement completely devoured their rationality.

But they didn't notice that under the light of the torches, the walls of the farm stood as still as ink, without even a trace of light, and the silence was eerie.

"Boom!"

The first few refugees slammed hard at the granary door, but were bounced back by a huge force and screamed in pain.

This door is actually reinforced with solid hardwood. How can it be opened by human power?

"Enter through the drain! Quickly!" Someone remembered what they had done during the day and shouted urgently.

The two skinny refugees immediately rushed to the back wall. Just as they were about to bend down and grope for something, their feet suddenly went soft and they fell into a trap half a person deep with a plop. The trap was filled with sharpened bamboo sticks. Although they did not hurt any vital parts, the pain was enough to make them cry for their parents.

The people behind him panicked when they saw this and stopped walking subconsciously.

"What are you afraid of? They are just some little tricks!" The thin man saw this and shouted through gritted teeth, "Charge forward! There will be food if you rush forward!"

As he shouted, he waved the dagger in his hand, forcing the people behind him to rush forward.

The refugees were also blinded by greed and rushed to the granary again frantically.

at this time,

"call out!"

A whistle suddenly pierced the night sky, and the sharp whistle was particularly harsh in the darkness.

"Oh no! There's an ambush!" The thin man's face changed drastically and he turned around to run away.

But it was too late.

"boom!"

Dozens of torches suddenly lit up behind the surrounding haystacks and houses, illuminating the entire granary as bright as day.

"Get him!" An Wu's stern voice exploded in the night sky.

"kill!!!"

The guards who had been lying in ambush for a long time rushed out from all directions, and with the flash of swords and sabers, they instantly subdued the dozens of refugees who were in the front.

"what!"

"Spare my life!"

Screams rang out one after another, and the refugees, who were originally aggressive, suddenly became a mess.

The thin man saw that the situation was not good, so he turned around and tried to dive into the crowd, but was knocked down by a dark shadow.

With a "crack", his wrist was broken and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

"Ah! My hand!" He rolled on the ground in pain and looked up to meet a pair of cold eyes.

An Wu was looking down at him, the sword in his hand against his throat.

"Sent by Prince Fu?" An Wu's voice was as cold as ice.

The thin man's pupils suddenly shrank: "How do you know..."

As soon as he said this he realized he had let the cat out of the bag and his face turned pale.

On the other side, Zhou Dashi and his guards surrounded the remaining refugees.

"Everyone, get down! Put your hands on your head!"

The refugees were already frightened out of their wits, and they all knelt down and begged for mercy: "Sir, please spare our lives! We were forced to do this!"

"Yes, yes, it was all instigated by them!"

"We were wrong, we won't do it again!"

In the chaos, a man with a face full of flesh suddenly stood up, swung a hoe and hit Zhou Dashi: "Go to hell!"

"careful!"

In a flash of lightning, a cold light flashed,

"puff!"

A crossbow arrow accurately pierced the man's wrist, and the hoe fell to the ground with a bang.

The man covered his hands and screamed, blood oozing out from between his fingers.

Everyone turned around and saw Song Yan standing on the roof of the granary, still raising her hand, revealing the wrist guard on her wrist.

In the firelight, his face was as cold as ice. How could he look as gentle as usual?

"Capture them all, don't let any one go."

His voice was not loud, but it made all the refugees shiver.

The riot came quickly and went away even faster.

In just a cup of tea, more than 300 refugees who participated in the food robbery were all subdued, and more than 20 of them who were the leaders of the riot were tied up and taken to the center of the open space.

The firelight was as bright as day, illuminating their terrified and distorted faces.

Song Yan walked slowly to the front of the crowd, his eyes sweeping across these incited refugees like a knife.

His voice was especially clear in the night:

"I took you in, fed you, and gave you work to do, and this is how you repay me?"

The refugees knelt on the ground and trembled. Some cried and begged for mercy: "Mr. Song, spare us! We were forced to do this!"

"Yes! They said there was plenty of food in the granary, but they refused to share it with us..."

Listening to these sophistry, Song Yan just found it funny. If they didn't want to, could others put a knife to their necks and force them to steal food?

Those who are easily instigated by just a few provocative words are, after all, only driven by greed.

Song Yan sneered and pointed at the spies who were tied up: "Do you know that these people are spies sent by Prince Fu? They incited you to rob food, just to cut off your way of life!"

The refugees who were incited around were immediately in an uproar when they heard this.

"So you are spies!"

"We were deceived into believing that we were stealing food to save our lives, but it turned out that we did it for money!"

"It almost killed us!"

Angry curses rang out one after another, and a few excited refugees even wanted to rush up and fight, but were stopped in time by the guards.

Song Yan raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and turned to the deceived refugees: "Do you know what the consequences will be if you are allowed to rob the granary tonight?"

The refugees looked at each other and dared not say a word.

"Once the granary is burned, not only will the thousands of people on the farm starve, but you will also have nowhere to get relief food." Song Yan's voice gradually turned cold. "Prince Fu's spies will just walk away, leaving you here to die."

These words were like cold water poured over their heads, causing many refugees to lower their heads in shame.

An old man knelt down tremblingly: "Mr. Song, we are so confused! Please have mercy..."

Song Yan was silent for a moment, and finally spoke: "According to the rules of collective responsibility, you should all be expelled from the farm..."

But these refugees have evil intentions. If they are all driven out, they may harbor hatred towards the farm and come back to take revenge on it.

When spring ploughing is disrupted and food and fodder are insufficient, we will really be cutting off our own survival.

If they were all left behind and sentenced to hard labor, the guards would have to keep an eye on them at all times, which would not only waste manpower, but also cause resentment among these people, who might be instigated to cause trouble at any time.

Song Yan was caught in a dilemma.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from not far away. The clattering sound of horse hooves was particularly clear in the silent night, coming from far away and getting closer.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of cavalry coming in the morning dew, led by Luo Ge.

Luo Ge dismounted and strode to Song Yan, clasping his fists and bowing: "Sir Song, the prince heard that something had happened at the farm, so he sent us here to provide support."