Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The villagers rushed to touch the plaque, hoping to get some good luck.

Seeing this, Song Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and then he raised his voice: "Everyone, don't argue, don't argue."

He went on to say: "Those who want to touch the plaque to get some good luck should line up. Each person is only allowed to touch it once, not more than once."

After hearing Song Yan's words, everyone quickly lined up. As a respected elder, the village chief naturally stood at the front of the team.

The village chief stretched out his hand tremblingly and gently touched the words on the plaque, tears of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Great, great!" he said excitedly, "From now on, our Zhangjia Village can hold its head high in the surrounding area."

The news even reached the ears of the elderly patriarch, who, supported by his family, came to the scene and touched the plaque.

"Xiao Song is a really good kid, a good boy of our Zhangjia Village." The old patriarch exclaimed.

Song Yan muttered to himself, this is not what you said when I asked you to be a witness a few days ago.

What was once called "the scoundrel from the Song family" has now been changed to "the good boy from the Zhang family village".

After the villagers watched the excitement and gradually dispersed, Uncle Niu and his family came forward and carefully touched the plaque.

Aniu kept his mouth shut and didn't tell the truth to his parents.

Therefore, Uncle Niu and Aunt Niu still believe that the big insect was killed by Song Yan.

"Xiao Song has really grown up. He is now more promising than your father." Uncle Niu said with emotion.

Song Yan replied modestly: "I'm just lucky. How can I compare with my father?"

The plaque was made of solid wood and was quite heavy. Quanzi held it for a long time and felt a little tired: "Xiao Song, let me help you take the plaque in."

Song Yan put her hands on her hips and looked around the room, only to find that she couldn't find a suitable place to hang the plaque.

Song Yan scratched his head, thought for a while and said, "Why not put it under the bed first."

The plaque will be hung up after the new house is built in the second half of the year.

Quan Zi was surprised when he heard this: "Put it under the bed?!"

Is this really appropriate?

But it was written by the county magistrate.

At this time, Erlin proposed a compromise: "Put it on a stool, against the wall."

That's all for now.

After holding the plaque for a long time, Quanzi was satisfied and went back happily.

Song Yan suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Erlin, bolt the gate to the yard. No one is allowed to open the door."

After he finished speaking, he felt the back of his foot sink. He looked down and saw that it was Gousheng lying on his back of his foot again.

He picked up Gousheng and looked at the palm-sized puppy. He sighed and said, "Gousheng, Gousheng, grow up to be as big as your mother soon."

When the time comes, tie the dog outside the door and no one will dare to approach his yard.

In the next few days, because the Song family kept their doors locked, those who heard the news later and wanted to touch the plaque were kept outside.

Song Yan also had a lot more peace and quiet because of this, and these days he stayed at home to supervise Erya's studies.

Since that late-night conversation, Erlin picked up his books again and began to review, and he would take time every day to teach Erya ten new words.

Under Song Yan's supervision, Erya did not dare to slack off. She wrote while reciting in a low voice: "Qi Xie Zou Yu, Bai Shui Dou Zhang, Yun Su... Wow, this is so difficult."

Song Yan glanced at her handwriting, tapped the table lightly, and reminded her: "The word '章' is written wrong. The top is '立' and the bottom is '早'. You missed a stroke."

Erya frowned and after careful checking found that she had indeed written it wrong, she quickly added a stroke to the character "章".

Although the process of learning to read was painful, Erya did not act like a spoiled child and say she did not want to learn. The reason was that two days ago, Zhang Yue'er, who worked as a maid in Mr. Huang's house, came back to visit her family.

Erya ran to ask her and found out that the rules of Mr. Huang's family were almost the same as what her eldest brother had said.

It turned out that the eldest brother really did not lie to her.

Especially when Zhang Yue'er heard that she had started to learn to read, the envy that unconsciously revealed on her face stung Erya's eyes.

Only then did Erya realize how precious an opportunity it was to be able to read and write.

Therefore, no matter how painful the process of learning to read was, Erya gritted her teeth and continued to learn.

Song Yan also felt that Erya had become more sensible. In addition to taking care of her younger sister Yaya every day, she was no longer as impulsive as before.

It seemed like I grew up overnight.

Perhaps because they were getting enough nutrition, the twins' height increased significantly and their faces became rounder, no longer looking pale and thin as before.

Looking at Erya's gradually growing face, Song Yan thought to herself that in two years, she would hire a female teacher for Erya.

In addition to teaching Erya to read and write, he is also responsible for taking care of her daily life.

After all, he and Erlin are both men, and there are differences between men and women. There are some things that they are not comfortable talking about, and it is more appropriate for female elders to guide them.

After finishing the practice of ten characters, Arya went out excitedly to play with her little sisters.

Recently, she has been particularly keen on telling her younger sisters about her elder brother's heroic deeds in fighting tigers.

The story was passed on from one person to another, and from two to four. Although the content of the story had changed beyond recognition by the time it was passed on, the villagers still listened to it with great interest and never got tired of it.

Song Yan has been staying at home recently and has no idea about the outrageous rumors outside.

These days he has been busy germinating the grain seeds.

After the grain seeds are dried for a day, they are placed in a dry, cool corner overnight. In the early morning, they are first washed with salt water and the shriveled grains floating on the water are scooped out with a strainer.

During the day, he soaked the seeds in water, and took them out and spread them out at night. After repeating this several times, the seeds began to sprout one after another.

At this point, it's almost time to sow.

As for wheat, there is no need for the germination process. Just plow the land and sow directly.

Yesterday, Aniu helped him plant two acres of wheat, which made Song Yan less worried.

As for the remaining two acres of medium-sized land, he no longer plans to grow wheat, but instead grow peanuts.

Peanuts are not only edible, but can also be used to extract oil.

Vegetable oils have been widely consumed in previous dynasties. Common ones nowadays include sesame oil, soybean oil, rapeseed oil, tea oil, etc., but peanut oil is rarely seen.

Peanuts are mainly grown in the southeastern coastal areas and have only recently been introduced to the Central Plains. Very few farmers specialize in growing them, and traditional peanuts are small and have a low oil yield.

The peanuts in his kitchen are a variety that has been improved over generations. Their yield is much higher than traditional peanuts, not to mention the oil yield.

In order to achieve an edible oil-free life, peanuts must be planted.

Song Yan rested at home for four days, and the wound on her calf gradually healed.

That morning, he filled a winnowing basket with sprouted seeds and called Aniu to go to the paddy field together.

Erya also came to see how to sow seeds. When she saw Aniu, she blinked and suddenly said, "Brother Aniu, Sister Yueyue came back to visit her relatives a few days ago."

Ah Niu scratched his head and replied shyly: "I, I saw it."

Erya continued, "She asked me when you would go to Mr. Huang's house. I told her that you were helping my eldest brother farm and didn't have time to go there. She seemed a little disappointed after hearing that."

Upon hearing this, Aniu suddenly fell silent.

This made Song Yan feel guilty for a moment. Oh no, he was just like the vicious Queen Mother in the opera who prevented young lovers from meeting each other.