Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The day Li Yanche left was a rainy morning.

Yunshan County was shrouded in a hazy rain and fog, with drizzles like silk and the morning mist growing thicker.

Ten days have passed since the battle to defend the city, and post-war reconstruction work is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The bloodstains on the city walls had long been washed clean, the broken city gates had been repaired, and the streets had gradually regained their former liveliness, but the shadow of war had not yet completely dissipated.

The demolished doors and windows, damaged houses, and collapsed walls all remind people of that brutal battle.

The money and grain donated by Song Yan were put to great use. The county government organized people to repair the city walls and gates, and distributed relief grain to the affected people. Order in the city was gradually restored.

It was at this time that Song Yan was caught off guard by the news that Li Yanche was leaving.

He knew that Li Yanche would leave sooner or later.

Yunshan County is too small to accommodate his ambitions.

But I didn't expect that the time of separation would come so soon and so suddenly.

Song Yan stood on the city wall holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the team ready to go outside the city gate.

The young man stood in the rain, his posture as straight as a bamboo.

On that face that was extremely similar to Shu Changyu, not much emotion could be seen, only a kind of calmness that came from a young man with maturity.

The drizzle wet the tips of his hair, but did not dampen his spirit in the slightest.

He turned over and jumped onto his horse. Without looking back, he just raised his hand and waved as a farewell.

Zhan Qingyue followed closely behind, his eyes swept across the city wall and finally fell on Song Yan. He nodded slightly as a greeting.

Following an order, the team slowly set out, horses' hooves stepping over the muddy road, splashing tiny drops of water.

Song Yan looked at the figure walking away, the oil-paper umbrella in her hand tilted slightly.

The raindrops fell on my face, bringing a slightly cool and wet feeling.

He suddenly recalled the scene when he first met Li Yanche. The child was only five years old at that time, with red lips and white teeth.

Squatting by the roadside, watching him eat wontons, she looked both pitiful and cute.

In the blink of an eye, nine years have passed.

Now that the boy has grown up, it is finally time for him to spread his wings and fly high.

But I don’t know when we will meet again, and what the circumstances will be like.

Not until the team disappeared at the end of the rain and fog did Song Yan retract his gaze and turn down the city wall.

In April, the branches are full of lush green.

The fields are full of vitality.

The farmlands that had been trampled by the Qi King's army had now sprouted green crops again after the farmers' hard work of replanting. The scenery was lush and green, and very pleasing to the eye.

The farms were also largely undamaged, with the exception of some houses that needed repair, while the crops and livestock were safe and sound.

This was thanks to the timely transfer of most of the food and farm tools.

Although we have experienced a great war, this year's harvest should not be greatly affected.

The weaving workshop, sauce workshop and soap workshop also resumed production one after another. Song Wanzhou was busy every day, but he enjoyed it.

Since last year, He Shunhua resigned from his position as manager of the weaving workshop and concentrated on teaching in the school.

Now Song Wanzhou has become a de facto steward, in charge of a weaving workshop, a soap factory, an embroidery shop, as well as several shops under his name.

After experiencing the baptism of war, she lost her girlish immaturity, and her brows became more resolute and calm, and she became more capable in handling matters.

Song Zhengdu stayed in Prince Hui's palace to help handle palace affairs.

After Li Yanche left, most of the properties of Prince Hui's Mansion were handed over to Song Zhengdu for management. Song Zhengdu was calm and meticulous in his work, so he was able to do the job.

Jiaojiao followed Song Yuanshan to Nanyang Prefecture.

When Song Yuanshan learned about Jiaojiao's performance in Jianping Prefecture, he was surprised and happy. After careful consideration, he decided to take Jiaojiao to Nanyang Prefecture for training.

Song Yan did not stop her. He knew that Jiaojiao was gifted and should not be buried in this small Yunshan County.

Besides, Nanyang Prefecture is not too far from Yunshan County, so I can visit him anytime I want.

As for Shu Changyu, he has been elusive since Li Yanche left. Sometimes he is missing for several days in a row, and sometimes he suddenly appears on the bed.

Song Yan had long been accustomed to his coming and going without a trace, and was too lazy to ask about his whereabouts.

Anyway, he will show up when it's time.

After Yunshan County returned to peace, Song Yan returned to Zhangjia Village.

When passing through Xijiang Town, I went to the meat stall of Ma the butcher and bought half a fresh pork and a whole leg of lamb, preparing to take them to the mountains to visit the tiger.

The defeated soldiers had been basically wiped out, and the trenches outside Zhangjia Village had been filled in.

The carriage drove into the village and headed towards the back mountain.

"I haven't seen it for a long time. I wonder if it still remembers me." Song Yan said to himself.

The carriage could not go any further when it reached the foot of the mountain, so Song Yan and An Qi got off the carriage and walked up the mountain carrying the meat.

The two walked for about half an hour and came to an open valley.

Song Yan asked An Qi to put the meat on a flat rock, and he retreated behind a big tree not far away and waited quietly.

Soon, a rustling sound was heard from the bushes, and a yellow and black figure slowly walked out.

It was the male tiger.

It was a lot bigger than the last time I saw it, and its fur was shiny and sleek, obviously it had lived a good life.

The male tiger looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no danger, he slowly walked towards the meat on the stone.

It sniffed first, then looked up at Song Yan, and a familiar light flashed in its amber eyes.

"Long time no see." Song Yan came out from behind the tree cautiously, not daring to make any big movements for fear of disturbing it.

The tiger stared at him for a moment, then suddenly growled, as if to say hello.

Then he lowered his head to enjoy the delicious food. His sharp teeth easily tore through the raw meat, making a teeth-aching chewing sound.

Song Yan and An Qi watched quietly, and no one made a sound to disturb them.

After the male tiger had eaten and drunk its fill, it lay lazily on the ground, licking its paws, looking very satisfied.

Song Yan then took two tentative steps forward. The male tiger just raised its eyelids and showed no aggression.

"Thank you for your help last time." Song Yan smiled, "If I have the chance in the future, I will come to see you again."

The male tiger seemed to understand what he said and made a low "woop" sound as a response.

"Let's go." Song Yan waved her hand.

When Song Yan reached the foot of the mountain, a low tiger roar suddenly came from the mountain behind him. It was long and deep, as if saying goodbye to him.

Time flies, and it is early autumn in the blink of an eye.

This year the weather was good and the farms had a bumper harvest.

The golden ears of rice hang heavily, the vines in the sweet potato fields are lush, and the dug tubers are all plump and round.

The corn stalks are taller than people, and huge corn cobs are dotted on the branches.

Although there were no guards to help with the harvest this time, the farmers on the farm were full of energy. Together with the newly recruited migrant laborers, they finally managed to dry and store all the grain before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Song Yan allocated half of the grain and sent people to transport it to Jianping Prefecture.

Li Yanche left, but the land was still his, and naturally he also had half of the grain.

Even though he knew that Li Yanche had hoarded a large amount of food in recent years, Song Yan still insisted on sending his share.

After Li Yanche received the grain, he also sent a few carts of return gifts.

Song Yan accepted it with a smile.

Autumn goes and winter comes, and the weather turns cold at the end of the year.

Kangrui's nine years passed quietly in such busyness and peace.