Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

When Song Yan drove the cattle back to the field, he saw Aniu coming back to continue plowing the field.

Besides Aniu, there were two other people in the field.

Song Yan recognized that the two people were Uncle Dazhu and his eldest son Shitou.

Shitou is tall, strong and sturdy. He is not as taciturn as his father. Instead, he is rather heroic and straightforward.

Song Yan had met him several times and had a good impression of him.

He walked over with the cow in his hand, calling out, "Uncle Dazhu! Brother Shitou!"

A few people stopped and walked to the edge of the field. Shitou came over and praised him, saying, "Xiao Song, these pieces of land you bought are really good. You have a good eye."

Song Yan smiled and said, "How would I know these? Thanks to Ah Niu for helping me choose them."

He looked at the extra cow in the field and asked curiously, "Uncle Dazhu, where did you borrow the cow from?"

Uncle Dazhu said, "I borrowed it from Zhengming's family."

"I'll come too." Just as Song Yan was about to go to the fields to help, he pulled up his trouser legs and then remembered that he had an injury on his calf and couldn't get dirty with mud.

Shitou saw the ugly wound on his leg and said, "Don't go to the fields if you have a wound on your leg. We are enough."

Uncle Dazhu's family also heard that his calf was scratched by a wolf, but as for the rumor that he had killed a tiger, they didn't take it seriously.

Everyone thinks it is impossible.

At this time, Uncle Dazhu said, "It's time to work."

Aniu came over carrying the plowshare and skillfully put the yoke and rope on the ox.

Then, he held the plowshare with his right hand, allowing the tip of the plowshare to just touch the soil about a foot deep. He waved the whip with his left hand, shouted, and drove the ox forward.

The yellow cattle in the field made "mooing" sounds, snorted dully, and lowered their heads to pull the plow hard.

The fertile land rolled under the push of the plow, forming neat rows of ridges.

Ah Niu is indeed a good tiller. He holds the plow handle with one hand, and the lines of the land he turns over are straight and orderly.

There is a clear dividing line between the rolled up adobe and the uncultivated fields.

Song Yan didn't rush back. She stood on the edge of the field and watched how they plowed the land. She wanted to learn from them so that she could do it herself when she went to the fields in the future.

However, just standing in the sun made you sweat profusely in a short while, while Aniu and the others were still holding the plow handle and driving the oxen to plow the fields diligently.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought that he really couldn't do the farm work, so he should just hire a temporary worker to do it in the future.

After plowing half an acre of land, Shitou felt a little thirsty, so he came over and picked up the kettle beside him to drink some water.

After drinking, he wiped his mouth and saw Song Yan was still there. He said, "Xiao Song, you should go back quickly. It's almost noon and the sun is very hot."

Song Yan said, "Then I'll go back and prepare lunch for you."

"Just do something casually." Shitou said, and went down to the field to continue working.

Song Yan looked at a handful of shepherd's purse in her hand. Well, there was no need to think about it. She could make shepherd's purse dumplings at noon and cook a pot of carrot soup. She would just have a quick meal and then think about having a good meal in the evening.

He returned home and carefully washed the shepherd's purse and put it aside for later use.

Then take out five pounds of flour and start kneading the dough.

There was very little white flour left in the kitchen, so he took out the wheat flour he had bought from the county town a few days ago.

This flour is ground from a mill. Although it is not as white and fine as that ground by machine, it has a strong wheat flavor and a mellow taste.

Erlin couldn't help with the work of kneading the dough and rolling out the dough, so Song Yan started to work on her own.

After the dumpling wrappers were rolled out, Erlin washed his hands and quietly joined in to make dumplings together.

He had made dumplings once before, and this time he was much more skilled.

After wrapping the dumplings, prepare to steam them. There is no steamer at home, so I borrow one from Aunt Niu's house.

He also "borrowed" two white radishes that had just been pulled out of the ground, still fresh from the soil.

As soon as the dumplings came out of the pot, he scooped out the hot water from the pot and poured it into a clay pot for later use.

Then, when the pot was dry, he put in a spoonful of lard. After the lard melted, he beat in two eggs and fried them into golden poached eggs.

Next, quickly pour the hot water scooped out earlier into the pot, and the soup will instantly turn milky white. Then put the shredded radish into the pot and boil it with the poached egg.

Soon, a pot of delicious radish and egg soup was ready.

The kitchen at home was small and couldn't accommodate too many people, so he simply took the steamer to the Niu family across the street.

In the yard of the Niu family, a spacious large table was set up, and Erya brought out the bowls and chopsticks she used for eating on weekdays and put them on the table.

Aniu and his friends just came back from the fields.

Shitou led the cows to the foot of the mountain, let them graze, and tied the other end of the rope to a tree trunk to prevent them from getting lost.

After Uncle Dazhu and Aniu came in, they put down their plowshares, washed their hands and feet, and prepared to have lunch.

"We'll have dumplings and carrot soup for lunch," Song Yan said as she walked in carrying a clay pot full of soup.

Seeing the dumplings wrapped in thin white bread in the steamer, Uncle Dazhu was a little terrified: "Xiao Song, this, this is too expensive."

Song Yan said, "Uncle, you have all worked hard for the whole morning. What's wrong with having something good to eat? Look, Brother Shitou is not polite to us at all."

As he spoke, Shitou couldn't wait to pick up a dumpling and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

Seeing this, Uncle Dazhu stopped talking and started eating dumplings in silence.

Song Yan shouted into the house, "Aunt Niu, Uncle Niu, come out and eat dumplings."

After a long while, Aunt Niu came out, a little embarrassed: "Just eat, why ask us to do anything?"

Song Yan pulled her over and said, "Even if you don't want to eat the dumplings, come and have some soup. Why are you being so polite to me? I'm never polite when I borrow things from your house."

The others couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing this.

Song Yan looked around and found that there was one person missing: "Where's Uncle Niu?"

"In the house." said Aunt Niu.

Song Yan entered the house and called out Uncle Niu who was hiding inside, and they sat down to eat dumplings together.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they took a short rest and then picked up the plowshares to continue working in the fields.

Erlin was cleaning up the dishes.

Song Yan glanced at the Niu family's chicken coop and asked, "Aunt, do you still have chickens?"

Aunt Niu glared at him and said, "Where did you get the chickens? You ate all the ones we raised before."

Song Yan shrugged and said, "Forget it, I'll go buy one from somewhere else."

"What do you want to buy the chicken for?" Aunt Niu asked him.

Song Yan said: "Cook it for dinner tonight."

Aunt Niu said angrily, "You are a spendthrift. You just want to spend all the money you have."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you. You'd better not go." She said vaguely, "The villagers might be a little afraid of you."

Song Yan felt a little amused and helpless after hearing this, but it was also a good thing. At least no one would dare to harass him for a short period of time.

I started to feel sleepy after eating, so I went back to take a nap. When I woke up, I started thinking about what to eat in the evening.

I just bought a chicken, so I might as well make a chicken pot.

Aunt Niu had already killed and plucked the chicken, so Song Yan simply chopped the chicken into pieces.

Pour lard into the pot and when the oil is 50% hot, add ginger slices, scallion segments and garlic slices into the pot and stir-fry until fragrant.

Then pour the chicken pieces into the pot and stir-fry until the surface is slightly yellow, then add rice wine, soy sauce, pepper and other seasonings to allow the chicken to fully absorb the aroma.

Add water to cover the chicken and simmer over low heat until the chicken is tender and flavorful.

Then add bean curd sheets, noodles, and cabbage and stew together. The moment you lift the lid of the pot, the aroma will hit your nose.

When Uncle Dazhu and his friends returned from the fields, it was almost dusk.

Everyone sat down around the round table. Song Yan poured a glass of rice wine for Uncle Dazhu and the others, raised the glass and said, "Thank you for your hard work today, Uncle Dazhu, Brother Shitou, and Ah Niu. I won't say much else. Let's eat."

After drinking a glass of wine, Song Yan was already a little tipsy. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of chicken.

The chicken is slow-cooked and the meat is tender. The soup is rich and mellow with a slight spicy taste. Even the bean curd sheets and noodles are soaked up with the soup, which is particularly delicious.

Everyone was eating with such relish that they barely even spoke a word.

After dinner, seeing Uncle Dazhu and Shitou preparing to leave, Song Yan quickly took out forty coins and handed them to them: "Uncle Dazhu, Brother Shitou, this is your wages for today."

How come there is still salary?

Uncle Dazhu looked surprised and waved his hands again and again: "You can't do this."

Song Yan was surprised and said, "Didn't Ah Niu tell you that I hired you and I have to pay you."

Uncle Dazhu refused to accept it no matter what.

Shitou also said: "You served dumplings and chicken today. We haven't had such delicious food during the Chinese New Year. How dare you take your wages? Take it back now."

After saying this, they led the cow away.

When I gave it to Aniu again, he refused to accept the wages.

Song Yan was helpless and thought, I will bring some gifts to express my gratitude another day.

The next day, Uncle Dazhu and his colleagues got up early in the morning and plowed the remaining acres of land.

In less than two days, all ten acres of land had been plowed.

Next, breeding begins. After selecting the seeds, they have to be dried in the sun for two or three days.

In this way, Song Yan had some free time again.

At noon that day, after he finished his meal and was about to take a nap, he suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from far away.

He went out in confusion, only to see Quanzi running towards him, panting and saying, "Xiao Song, there are officials looking for you."

Song Yan was shocked. What did the officer want him for? He hadn't committed any crime.

He looked up and saw the officials coming towards him carrying a plaque.

The plaque clearly reads "Tiger-Fighting Hero".