Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"Well! I'm thankful that I'm still alive."

After Song Yan came back from buying the land, he took a short rest and drank some tea, then explained what had happened to Erlin and the others.

Erya is young and doesn’t know how ferocious tigers are, but she was also very nervous when she heard Song Yan talk about the thrilling experience of yesterday.

Erlin felt a chill in his heart after hearing this. If his elder brother had reacted a little slower, it would not be his calf that was injured, but his neck that would have been bitten off. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel cold in his hands and feet.

But Ah Niu was still stupidly asking: "So that big bug was not hunted by Brother Song."

"It was my friend who went into the mountains with me who killed the tiger. It was inconvenient for him to come forward, so I took the credit for killing the tiger." Song Yan said after taking another sip of tea.

"Brother Song's friend is really an amazing person." Aniu said with admiration on his face.

"Let's not talk about it for now. Is there anything to eat at home?" Song Yan touched his stomach. He hadn't had a drop of water from morning to noon, and he was already starving.

Erya quickly said, "There is porridge in the pot."

Ah Niu also said: "My mother also made some pancakes at home at noon. I'll go get them for you."

"Okay, help me get two." Song Yan was not polite to him at all, and shamelessly said, "By the way, get some pickled bamboo shoots that Auntie pickled. Those bamboo shoots are delicious with porridge."

After taking note of it, Aniu went back to get the pancakes.

Soon, Aunt Niu's loud voice came from the opposite yard. Even though it was more than ten meters away, it could be heard clearly.

"I didn't see anyone for the whole afternoon, and when I came back I just remembered to find something to eat."

"You're still taking so much. You're a starving ghost."

Ah Niu explained awkwardly: "The other bowl is for Brother Song."

"Why don't you go quickly? You're just getting in the way standing here." Aunt Niu said unhappily.

Song Yan silently sympathized with Aniu in her heart for three seconds.

Then he saw Aniu come in carrying two large bowls.

Aniu is a really honest man. If you ask him to take a little more, he will fill both bowls.

Song Yan quickly reached out to take the large bowl. He couldn't finish so much by himself, so he gave half to Erlin.

Aniu hadn't eaten lunch yet, so he started to eat ravenously after taking the bowl.

Song Yan picked up a piece of pickled bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots were crispy and tender, with a hint of sourness, and very tasty.

He couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Aunt Niu's pickled bamboo shoots are really good."

The method of making pickled bamboo shoots was the same one he taught Aunt Niu.

That time, Aunt Niu asked him to go up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots. He wanted to pickle a jar of sour bamboo shoots, but there were no extra jars for pickling bamboo shoots at home, so he found Aunt Niu and asked her to teach him how to make pickled bamboo shoots.

The method of pickled bamboo shoots is actually very simple. No salt or vinegar is needed. Just wash and cut the bamboo shoots, put them in a jar, pour in well water, seal it and let it ferment naturally for a week.

During the fermentation process, bamboo shoots will emit a unique sour aroma.

The sour bamboo shoots in snail noodles are made through natural fermentation in this way.

Of course, some people are not used to this kind of sourness and think it has a bad smell.

Song Yan, however, really likes this dish and only hopes to grow peppers as soon as possible so that he can eat the snail noodles he has been craving for.

Cut the soaked sour bamboo shoots into shreds, add the stir-fried peppercorns and mix them. It is sour and spicy and very appetizing, and is especially good with porridge.

After eating three pancakes and a bowl of porridge, Song Yan was so full that she didn't want to move anymore.

It was past noon and the breeze was blowing gently, bringing with it the warmth of early summer, making people feel lazy and comfortable.

Ah Niu put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then he said: "Brother Song, I plan to go to Mr. Huang's house to help with temporary work in a few days. If you have any problems in the future, you can ask Erlin to find me there."

Song Yan was dozing off with his eyes half closed. When he heard what Ah Niu said, he suddenly opened his eyes with a surprised look on his face: "Why are you leaving so suddenly?"

Ah Niu smiled innocently and said, "There is not much farm work left in the fields. I want to go to Mr. Huang's house to work and earn more money."

The Niu family has helped their family a lot, and Song Yan has always been thinking about how to repay them.

You can earn money by joining the Thanos Gang, but Aunt Niu probably won't agree to Niu joining the gang.

So Song Yan didn't even mention it.

He did have quite a few snack recipes, but Aniu was honest and introverted, and his mouth was clumsy, so he was not suitable for business.

Although Aunt Niu is smart and capable, it is difficult for her to handle everything on her own.

Uncle Niu has difficulty walking and seldom goes out. On weekdays, he can only do some carpentry work at home.

It would not be a good idea to let Aniu and Aunt Niu both go out to do business and leave no one to take care of the farm work at home.

Before Song Yan could figure out what to do with Aniu, she heard him say that he was going to work as a temporary worker in Mr. Huang's house.

Part-time jobs are not a long-term solution. It would be better for Aniu to learn a skill so that he can make a living wherever he goes in the future.

So Song Yan said, "I just bought ten acres of land, Erlin is still young, I can't handle it alone."

"You know, I've never worked on the farm since I was a child, so I know nothing about farming. That's why I want to ask for your help."

After hearing what he said, Ah Niu agreed without hesitation: "Then I will go to Mr. Huang's house later."

Song Yan sighed again, saying that Aniu was too honest and loyal, and would really help if he was called upon for help.

Just like at noon, when he asked Aniu to accompany him to Xiaoli Village, he agreed without saying a word.

Now when asked to help with farming, he would do it without hesitation.

This made Song Yan feel a little guilty, as if she was bullying an honest person.

He humbly asked Ah Niu for advice: "What do you think I should plant on my ten acres of land?"

A Niu knew the land situation in the village very well: "Of the eight acres of land you bought today, six acres are paddy fields, suitable for growing rice, and the remaining two acres are dry land, suitable for growing wheat."

The Guang'an Prefecture where they lived was located in the Central Plains. Both rice and wheat were grown there. The choice of which crop to grow mainly depended on the type of land.

"A few days ago, I bought two acres of land, right by the river, near the woods," Song Yan added.

Ah Niu thought about the specific location and said, "If it's over there, it should be Zhang Fugui's land, which was reclaimed a few years ago."

"These pieces of land are good and fertile, and suitable for growing wheat." Aniu said in an orderly manner.

Song Yan simply said, "How about this? You come and work for me for fifty cents a day. What do you think?"

Ah Niu hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, it's too much."

Even the wealthy Mr. Huang only paid temporary workers 20 cents a day, and every year there were many people vying for the job.

Brother Song asked for fifty cents a day as wages. How can I make ends meet?

Song Yan said decisively: "Then it's thirty cents."

Just as Ah Niu was about to refuse, he was interrupted: "Just listen to me first."

"In addition to plowing and sowing, you have to help me hire a few more people, 20 cents per person per day, and you will be the manager."

Hearing that he was going to be the manager, Ah Niu quickly shook his head: "No, no, I can't do the job of a manager."

"I can finish the ten acres of land by myself, Brother Song, you don't need to hire anyone."

Song Yan was so angry that she wanted to hit him on the head. She laughed and scolded, "You want to tire yourself to death by tilling ten acres of land by yourself? You are called A Niu, but you are not really a cow."

He made the final decision: "Just do as I say and hire three more people."

"Okay, it's settled. Go find Uncle Dazhu tomorrow and borrow his cow."

Before Aniu could even open his mouth, Song Yan had already made the decision, and he could only nod silently in acceptance.