Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The soldier glanced at them coldly and said, "That's Mr. Song. There are thousands of people on the farm waiting for him to arrange things. If you have the ability, you can come and go as you please."

The fat rich businessman was choked and speechless, his face flushed red.

Song Yan turned a deaf ear to these discussions and went straight to the farm with An Qi and others.

In the farm, Wei Taoer was directing the farmers to transport grain.

"Boss!" Seeing Song Yan coming, Wei Taoer hurried over to greet him, "The first batch of grain has been transported into the city, and the rest is being loaded onto the trucks."

"Okay." Song Yan didn't stop walking and asked, "How is the transfer of the elderly, the weak, women and children going?"

"Most of them have already left, and the rest will be able to enter the city tomorrow." Wei Taoer followed Song Yan's footsteps, with some difficulty in her tone, "It's just that some old people refuse to leave, and they want to die in their own fields."

Song Yan sighed: "Try to persuade them as much as possible. If they really don't want to leave, let them live together in the main village so that they can be taken care of."

No matter what, we can't just abandon them.

"By the way, how is the trap set?" Song Yan asked.

Wei Taoer immediately took him to see: "Captain Zhou and his men dug horse traps on all the roads leading to the farm, and set up tripwires. Rolling logs and rocks were piled around the farm, and the arrow tower was also reinforced."

Song Yan checked it carefully and was quite satisfied.

Although these defenses may be vulnerable, they can at least slow down the enemy's attack and buy time for farmers to evacuate.

"Boss, do you think this will work?" Zhou Dashi asked nervously, rubbing his rough hands.

Song Yan gave him an encouraging smile: "Well done, it's more thorough than I expected. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard. Our boss treats us well, so we should work hard."

"Remember, once you find any trace of the enemy, sound the gong immediately to sound the alarm and have everyone retreat to the back mountain. Don't fight any more." Song Yan warned seriously again.

Zhou Dashi's dark face showed a firm look, and he replied in a muffled voice: "I understand!"

"We have prepared several jars of lime. If those bastards dare to chase us, we will let them have a taste of the power of this stuff. It will blind their eyes!"

Song Yan was amused by him, and the heaviness in her heart eased a little: "Good idea, prepare more."

After that, he gave a few more instructions and took Wei Taoer towards the main manor.

Along the way, farmers were busy working in an orderly manner.

Some were carrying food, some were reinforcing fences, and some were feeding the livestock, preparing to drive them to the back hills to hide.

No one was crying or panicking, and everyone had a heavy yet calm determination on their face.

"Master!"

"Master!"

When the farmers saw Song Yan, they stopped what they were doing and greeted him respectfully.

Song Yan responded one by one, walked up to a woman who was changing a diaper for a child, and said gently: "The child is still young, go into the city with the main force as soon as possible, and be careful on the road."

The woman's eyes turned red and her voice choked with sobs: "I know, we will follow your arrangements. The men will stay behind to guard the village, and we will take the children to wait in the city. After the enemy is driven away, we will come back to reunite with them."

Song Yan's heart moved slightly, she nodded, turned around and continued walking forward.

When he reached the main gate of the manor, Song Yan suddenly stopped and looked at the rolling fields in the distance.

At this moment, the wheat seedlings in the field have just sprouted tender green new buds, showing vitality under the gloomy sky.

This is the hope they have watered with their sweat, and the foundation for the survival of countless farmers.

Ordinary people work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset to sunrise, and all they want is to have enough food and clothing.

But in these troubled times, even this simple wish has become a luxury.

"Let's go and take a look at the granary." Song Yan turned around.

I had only taken a few steps when I was stopped by an old voice.

"Master!"

Song Yan turned around and saw an old man with white hair and beard walking towards him tremblingly with a cane, followed by several equally old people.

"Old Man Chen, why haven't you left yet?" Song Yan hurried forward to support him.

Old man Chen waved his hands and took a breath: "We are old and can't walk anymore, and we don't want to walk anymore."

He pointed at the old people behind him and said, "We have been dealing with the land all our lives. Without the land, life would be meaningless. If the boss doesn't mind, let us stay. We can help look after the farm and guard the granary."

The other old men also echoed: "Yes, boss, let us stay!"

The old people talked to each other, their faces full of sincerity.

Looking at their wrinkled faces, Song Yan felt a lump in her throat and her eyes became hot.

Most of these old people are veterans on the farm. They have been working hard in the fields all their lives and their feelings for the land are deeper than anyone else.

Song Yan opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but found that her throat was choked.

"Okay." Song Yan took a deep breath and suppressed the sob in her throat. "You stay, but you have to promise me that if there is any danger, you will immediately hide in the cellar in the back mountain and you are not allowed to show off your strength."

Old man Chen grinned, revealing a few sparse yellow teeth: "Okay! We old bones don't want to see the devil so early!"

The old people all laughed. The wrinkles on their faces were crisscrossed like ravines, but they revealed a kind of open-mindedness that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Song Yan also smiled, but her heart was heavy.

Old Man Chen and others supported each other and left.

Song Yan stared at their hunched yet upright backs, without taking his eyes away for a long time.

They are like the old trees on this land, with deep roots and difficult to be destroyed by wind and rain.

Suddenly I felt that although this chaotic world is cruel, there are always some things that can give people the courage to persevere in desperate situations.

Outside the granary.

A dozen young men were busy loading grain onto a truck. When they saw Song Yan coming, they just looked up and hurriedly called out "Boss", then lowered their heads and continued to work.

Their movements were quick and orderly. The sacks fell steadily from their shoulders and were quickly thrown onto the carriage with a dull sound.

"At this speed, we can transport the remaining food away before dark." Wei Taoer estimated on the side.

"Try to go faster." Song Yan looked at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, frowning, "Looking at the weather, I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily."

Wei Taoer then looked up at the sky, her expression slightly changed: "We have to hurry up, once it rains, the road will be difficult to walk on."

As he was speaking, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and raindrops as big as beans fell without warning.

"Hurry, cover the grain!" Wei Taoer shouted, and the farmers picked up the oilcloth and hurriedly covered the grain on the cart.

Song Yan also quickly joined in and helped pull the oilcloth.

The cold rain instantly soaked his clothes, dripped down his hair, and blurred his vision.

"Don't panic! Send the covered food away first!" Song Yan raised his hand to wipe his face and shouted loudly.

The several trucks of grain that have been loaded cannot be exposed to the rain and must be transported away quickly.

The farmers reacted and jumped onto the carriages, whipping the horses. The wheels rolled over the muddy ground, splashing muddy water, and galloped towards the county town.

The rest of the people continued to cover with tarpaulin, piled up the grain that had not been loaded onto the trucks, covered it tightly with large pieces of tarpaulin, and then secured it with stones.

"Boss, please hide from the rain!" Wei Taoer hurriedly advised when she saw that Song Yan was soaked.

"It's okay, just cover the food first!" Song Yan's hair was stuck to her face by the rain, but she didn't care and continued to pull the corner of the oilcloth hard.

The raindrops were getting heavier and heavier, hitting the oilcloth with a crackling sound, and soon gathered into streams on the ground.

After finally covering all the food, Song Yan retreated under the eaves, panting, to avoid the rain.

"This rain comes at a really bad time." Wei Taoer shook off the water droplets on her head, frowning, "The road is slippery, and the carriage can't go fast at all. I'm afraid we won't be able to finish the transport tonight."

Song Yan looked at the heavy rain and felt a sinking feeling in her heart.

If this rain continues all night, not only will we not be able to transport the food, even the horse traps and tripwires will probably be washed away by the rain.

"Let the brothers take a break first, and wait until the rain stops." Although Song Yan tried his best to restrain himself, there was still some anxiety in his tone. "Also, send someone to check the trap. If it is damaged by the rain, it must be repaired quickly."

Wei Taoer agreed and turned around to make arrangements.

Song Yan leaned against the porch pillar, rain dripping down her hair, bringing a chill.

There is not much time left, but we happen to encounter this heavy rain.

It seemed as if God was deliberately against them, and gave them a "warning" at this critical moment.

Song Yan wiped the rain off her face, a fire of unwillingness to admit defeat burning in her eyes.

Then he slowly raised his hand and gave the sky his middle finger.

Oh my god!