Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"I'm so angry!" Erya, who had just returned from washing clothes at the riverside, angrily threw the wooden basin down as soon as she entered the door, put her hands on her hips, and complained indignantly.

Seeing her puffed up face in anger, Song Yan said with a smile: "Who has made our eldest daughter unhappy again?"

"It's all because of those gossiping women. It was obvious that the tiger was killed by big brother himself, but they just don't believe it." Erya said angrily, and there were many more unpleasant things she didn't say out loud.

The eldest brother can kill a tiger with his bare hands (although he didn't kill it personally, he did cut the tiger with his sword), and he also used the reward money to buy eight acres of land. Why do they look down on the eldest brother?

"Okay, okay, don't make yourself angry." Song Yan coaxed her, "They are just jealous of our good life. They will be jealous again tomorrow."

After hearing this, Erya felt better.

She picked up the wooden basin, fortunately it was not broken, and hurried to hang the clothes.

Then Aunt Niu came over again after hearing the news.

As soon as Aunt Niu entered the room, she shouted, "Xiao Song, Xiao Song, I heard that you killed a big insect. How did this news spread? It's ridiculous."

"Aunt, it's true."

Aunt Niu's voice immediately rose an octave: "What did you say?!"

"It's hard to explain right now. Let Aniu go back and tell you."

Aunt Niu quickly realized something: "So you were not scratched by a wolf yesterday?"

Song Yan smiled awkwardly: "Aunt, please listen to my explanation first."

Aunt Niu walked forward, grabbed his ear and twisted it: "Will you dare to go into the mountains again next time?"

"I don't dare to do it anymore, I don't dare to do it anymore." Song Yan begged for mercy quickly, "Ah, it hurts, please be gentle, Auntie."

"I didn't use any strength." Aunt Niu let go of her hand unhappily.

She said earnestly, "Xiao Song, if you don't want to think about yourself, you should also think about the little ones below you. What will Erlin and the others do if something happens to you?"

Seeing tears flashing in Aunt Niu's eyes, Song Yan's face was moved. He said seriously: "Aunt, this was really an accident. I promise that I will never do such a dangerous thing again."

"I'm glad you know." Aunt Niu wiped her eyes and suddenly said with relief, "I heard that you bought eight acres of land. I'll go find A Niu and ask him not to go to Mr. Huang first and help you plant the land."

As she was about to walk back, she said, "You have never been to the fields before, how would you know how to farm?"

Song Yan quickly said, "Aunt, I've already told Ah Niu."

"That's fine. I should go back and cook." Aunt Niu said as she prepared to leave. Before she left, she reminded him, "You should stay at home and recover from your injuries for the next few days. Don't run around."

Song Yan waved her paw: "Okay, Auntie, take care."

Seeing Aunt Niu return to the opposite yard, Song Yan's smile remained on his face. He was really lucky. As soon as he arrived here, he met such enthusiastic neighbors as the Niu family.

Aunt Niu is a typical person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Sometimes what she says is unpleasant to the ear, but she is truly doing it for his own good.

Not to mention Aniu, Song Yan has never done any rough work like chopping wood or carrying water since she came here.

Although Uncle Niu is a taciturn person and seldom goes out, his presence is not very strong. But let's not talk about anything else, just the dining table that Uncle Niu helped to make was obviously made with great care.

This family is full of rare good people.

Because of his injured calf, Erlin insisted not to let him enter the kitchen, but Erlin's cooking skills were limited. Apart from porridge, the most he could cook was an egg dumpling soup.

Fortunately, Song Yan is not very picky and is fine as long as she can eat it.

After eating the dumpling soup, I washed myself and soaked my feet, then it was almost time to go to bed.

The oil lamp was extinguished, and the room suddenly fell into a quiet darkness. The two brothers lay side by side on the bed, with the sound of insects chirping outside in their ears.

Suddenly, a faint fluorescent light flashed across his field of vision, and Song Yan exclaimed in surprise: "Look, it's a firefly!"

He grew up in a town and rarely had the opportunity to see fireflies.

Only a few times, also on such quiet nights, a firefly with a faint flickering light accidentally flew into the house.

He was only four or five years old at the time. He excitedly pulled his grandfather's hand and shouted: "Grandpa, look, it's the stars, the stars are flying into our house!"

Grandpa smiled kindly and corrected him: "Silly boy, those are not stars, they are fireflies."

Thinking back to the past, Song Yan felt a surge of nostalgia in his heart. He sighed deeply, "Summer is coming soon."

"Big brother."

Erlin suddenly called softly, as if he had something to say.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Song Yan turned his head. Although it was dark and his vision was blurry, he could feel Erlin's gaze.

Erlin said softly, "I have already thought about what you told me last time."

Song Yan listened quietly without interrupting him.

He said, “I want to study.”

He said firmly again: "Brother, I want to study!"

Only after he finished speaking did Song Yan reach out her hand. She wanted to pat his shoulder, but she touched his hair instead. So she rubbed it and said with a smile, "Brother, I know. I will send you back to the private school after the mourning period is over."

Erlin felt the gentle touch of his eldest brother, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Apart from reading, he had no other skills. He was not good at cooking and was not familiar with farming. All he could do on weekdays was to make fire and clean. He could not help his elder brother at all.

The only way he could repay his elder brother was to study hard and pass the imperial examinations.

Song Yan smiled and said, "When you pass the exam and become a scholar, you can be exempted from land tax. At that time, I will transfer the family land to your name, and it will save a lot of money."

Listening to him imagining the future with great anticipation, Erlin couldn't help feeling a little helpless.

The road to fame and fortune is long and may take eight or ten years, or even longer. Some people even fail to pass the imperial examination in their entire lives.

He was determined to work harder and strive to pass the imperial examination within ten years so as to live up to his elder brother's trust and expectations of him.

Song Yan's thoughts drifted back to the plot of the imperial examination essay. He pretended to be curious and asked Erlin: "Tell me about your classmates. I have never been to a private school, and I want to know what they are like."

Erlin pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "In the private school, we have to get up at 11:00 a.m. every morning, wash up and start morning reading."

Mao time refers to five o'clock in the morning.

No wonder the ancients often said that ten years of hard study is not in vain.

Then Erlin gave a general description of the daily schedule of the private school.

In the morning, they mainly explained scriptures and wrote poems and essays. In the afternoon, the teacher guided them in practicing calligraphy or taught them arithmetic.

Song Yan continued to ask: "Do you have any classmates you are close to?"

Erlin hesitated for a moment, then replied, "There are a few classmates who have a good relationship with me."

"Then what are their names?" Song Yan's tone seemed casual, but her ears had unconsciously pricked up as she listened carefully.

Erlin said, "They are Ma Kaicheng, Zhao Jiaping, and Zhou Teng."

He had no impression of these names, and they had nothing to do with the male protagonist in the imperial examination essay.

Song Yan couldn't help but ask, "Are there any particularly outstanding classmates, such as those with particularly good family backgrounds?"

Erlin became suspicious and his elder brother asked him why.

But he still answered truthfully: "There is a classmate whose family is originally engaged in business."

Song Yan's heart moved, and she had a strong premonition that this person was probably the male protagonist.

"What's his name?"

Erlin said: "Gu Qianfan."