Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

An Wu replied, "The person sent has replied. The master and his wife will stay in the village temporarily to help organize the villagers to strengthen the defense. They said they will leave once all arrangements are made."

Song Yan felt relieved after hearing this. Mr. and Mrs. Shu have never been the kind of people who only care about their own safety. They have been in Xiaoli Village for more than 20 years and have some feelings for the village.

Now that the war is approaching, it is understandable that they want to help the villagers prepare.

Song Yan was still worried, as there were too many unexpected events in troubled times.

"Send two more people to escort them over as soon as possible. Be careful on the way."

After everything was arranged, Song Yan breathed a long sigh of relief.

He rubbed his swollen and aching temples. He hardly slept last night, and now his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But now is not the time to rest.

Song Yanqiang perked up, took out the small notebook he carried with him, and began to sort out the current defense arrangements:

City defense, food supplies, personnel dispatch...one item after another was listed, filling up the entire page.

He stared at the contents on the paper with a frown.

Although many preparations have been made, these defenses still seem weak when facing the army of King Qi.

"Prepare the horses." Song Yan suddenly closed the notebook and shouted to the outside.

West of the city.

The sauce shop has now been cleaned up and is used to accommodate the elderly, the weak, women and children on the farm.

When Song Yan arrived on horseback, nearly a hundred people had already been settled in the workshop, mostly elderly people, women and children.

Here, he unexpectedly discovered Gao Ruowang.

Gao Ruowang and several young men dressed as scholars were distributing food to the children.

Song Yan looked carefully——

Hey!

They are all old acquaintances!

They were Lin Yifeng’s former classmates, Zhang Tao and others.

When they saw Song Yan, they all bowed and greeted him, "Boss Song."

"Why are you here?" Song Yan asked in surprise.

Gao Ruowang pointed at a few young people behind him and said, "I heard that the city is resettling refugees, so I came here with a few classmates to help."

Zhang Tao added: "Although we are powerless, we still want to do what we can."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" asked another scholar.

His eyes were earnest and his tone was a little anxious.

Song Yan looked at the few weak scholars in front of him. Although they looked a little tired, their eyes were bright, showing a passion that showed they were unwilling to stand idly by in the troubled times.

In troubled times, the role of scholars is often underestimated, but their pens and their insights are sometimes more powerful than swords.

"There is indeed something I need your help with." Song Yan said, "Now the people in the city are in a panic, and rumors are spreading. We need someone to calm the people and organize them to help each other."

"You are well-educated and your words carry weight. Why don't you help maintain order and publicize the defense of the city?"

Gao Ruowang immediately cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Song, we will take care of this matter!"

Zhang Tao also nodded excitedly: "Let's contact other students and act separately!"

After leaving the workshop, Song Yan went to several temporary resettlement sites and felt relieved only after confirming that everything was arranged.

When they returned to the villa, Song Wanzhou had just returned from the weaving workshop, and the brother and sister bumped into each other at the door.

"Brother, why did you come back just now?" Song Wanzhou was still holding a cloth bag in his hand. When he saw Song Yan, the fatigue on his face disappeared a little.

"Everything has been arranged at the weaving workshop. I have had the important parts hidden in the cellar, and the rest have been marked. We will retrieve them after this period is over."

Song Yan took the cloth bag from her hand, which felt heavy to the touch. When he opened it, he saw that it contained some sewn medicine packs neatly stacked inside.

Each medicine bag contained a clean cloth strip and several small paper packages.

"these are?"

"I thought that if the rebels attacked, it might be useful when defending the city, so I took a few sisters from the embroidery shop to make it overnight." Song Wanzhou rubbed his sore wrist.

"There is hemostatic powder in the paper bag. You can tear it open and use it. It is more convenient than looking for medicine on the spot."

Song Yan was surprised. She didn't expect Song Wanzhou to be so smart that he could even develop a medical kit.

"Good job, Wanzhou!" Song Yan said happily, "These are really useful."

When a war really breaks out, there will definitely be a lot of casualties. Having these medicine kits prepared in advance can save many lives.

Song Wanzhou smiled with his lips pursed, his eyebrows curved: "Brother, we are a family, I can't just watch you busying around."

"In the next few days, you should organize some more people to make more medicine kits like this. The more the better. If the medicinal materials are not enough, take my sign to the warehouse to collect them." Song Yan said.

Fortunately, in the past few years, Song Yan has stockpiled a lot of medicinal materials, especially medicines for external injuries such as wound medicine and hemostatic powder. The warehouse is full, enough to last for a while.

"Okay, I'll arrange it tomorrow." Song Wanzhou responded. She was particularly excited to be able to help.

At this time, he remembered something and said, "Oh, right, my second brother just sent someone back to tell us that Prince Hui's palace is in need of people to copy the defense documents, and he can't leave for the time being, so we don't have to worry about him."

"I understand." Song Yan nodded. It was better for Song Zhengdu to find something to do in the palace than to be bored at home.

The two of them walked into the villa while talking.

"Brother!" Song Wanzhou suddenly shouted.

Song Yan turned around: "What's wrong?"

Song Wanzhou's face was filled with worry: "How is Jiaojiao doing? I haven't heard any news from Jianping Prefecture in the past few days."

Song Yan pursed her lips and pretended to be relaxed: "With your fourth brother Shu here, how could there be any problems in Jianping Mansion? We have been too busy these past few days. There will be news soon."

Song Yan hadn't finished speaking when she felt like there was a thorn stuck in her throat and she couldn't swallow it.

He himself knew that these words were not even enough to deceive Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou said: "I know Fourth Brother Shu is very powerful, but... the battlefield is too dangerous. I am so worried about Jiaojiao."

"It's okay, it will be okay."

Jianping Prefecture, city tower.

The night was as dark as ink, and flames blazed down below the city.

The army of Prince Fu had been attacking the city for seven consecutive days. The city walls were damaged in many places and the defenders suffered heavy casualties.

Shu Changyu stood on the top of the city wall, his black armor stained with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

The long sword in his hand was dripping with blood, and dozens of enemy soldiers' corpses were lying at his feet.

"Report - emergency at the East Gate!"

"Report—the arrows at the South Gate are exhausted!"

The messengers' voices came one after another, with undisguised panic in their voices.

Shu Changyu's expression did not change, he just said coldly: "Tear down the beams of the people's houses to make rolling logs, and melt the copper to make arrowheads."

"Yes!" The messenger took the order and left.

In a corner of the city wall, Song Jiaojiao stood back to back with An Jiu, holding a dagger.

There were many tears on her light armor and her face was stained with blood, but she did not show any fear.

"Jiaojiao, can you still hold on?" An Jiu asked, panting.

"We can hold on!" Song Jiaojiao's voice was clear, and the short sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, accurately piercing the throat of an enemy soldier who climbed up to the top of the city wall.

Blood splattered on her face, but she didn't even blink.

A hint of admiration flashed in An Jiu's eyes. This girl was born to be a fighter.

He was only nine years old, but he remained calm in the face of thousands of troops, and acted ruthlessly and decisively without any hesitation.

Given time, it will become a great thing.

"Brother Shu!" Song Jiaojiao suddenly shouted, "There's a ladder coming up from the west!"

Shu Changyu threw the sword without even turning his head.

The cold light cut through the night sky, accurately piercing the chest of the enemy soldier who had just climbed to the top of the city wall, and nailed him to the city wall.

"Well done." Shu Changyu said lightly, walked over and pulled back the sword.

Song Jiaojiao's face was tense and her eyes were bright: "They won't stop tonight."

"Yeah." Shu Changyu looked at the enemy camps outside the city, "Prince Fu is anxious."

Indeed, Prince Fu can't afford to delay.