Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan shook her head, blaming him for taking things for granted and not asking for Aniu's opinion at all.

It was indeed what he did that was wrong.

He thought that by paying Ah Niu to work for him, he could help him a little, but he forgot that Ah Niu was the one who would carry water and chop firewood for him in return for eating an extra bowl of meat from his family.

How could I accept his help for no reason?

Thinking of this, Song Yan suddenly understood, and he really couldn't bear to break up the young couple, so he said, "Aniu, the land has been plowed, Uncle Dazhu can help me with the rest."

Seeing that Ah Niu was still hesitant, he patted Ah Niu on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Just do whatever you want to do, and don't let yourself regret it."

Fighting for love is also a beautiful thing.

Only then did Ah Niu nod his head seriously: "Okay, I will go to Mr. Huang's farm in two days."

Song Yan chatted with him for a few more sentences and couldn't help but become curious about Zhang Yue'er.

Zhang Yue'er did not appear in the original owner's memory, and perhaps he had never seen her before.

"Did you and Zhang Yue'er meet at Mr. Huang's house?" Song Yan asked curiously.

"No." Ah Niu said shyly, "We played together when we were young."

Song Yan suddenly realized that the two were childhood sweethearts.

He couldn't help but feel a little envious. Even Ah Niu, who was a taciturn guy, had found a partner.

His partner is still unknown.

Suddenly Shu Changyu's beautiful cold face flashed through her mind, and Song Yan was so scared that she quickly shook her head.

I warned myself sternly, if you even dare to have desires for the heroine, you are going to die.

He continued chatting with Aniu.

After spending some time together, Aniu started talking to him more, unlike before, when he was the silent person who could not be said even with three sticks.

Song Yan still had doubts in her mind. Didn't Zhang Yue'er already sell herself to Huang Yuanwai's family? Could she still choose her marriage freely?

After asking, he found out that although Zhang Yue'er sold herself to Mr. Huang's family, she signed a living contract and could redeem her freedom as long as she had enough silver.

It seems that Aniu went to Mr. Huang's house to do odd jobs whenever he had time, in order to save enough money as soon as possible to redeem Zhang Yue'er.

Aniu is hardworking and capable, Uncle Niu also has a skill, and as for Aunt Niu, she is even more skilled in everything.

Although marrying Aniu won't make you rich, your parents-in-law will have good personalities and won't bully you. You can live a simple and happy life with simple meals.

Listening to the two people talking, Erya couldn't get a word in, and her eyes were shining with curiosity.

When Song Yan saw this, she couldn't help but laugh. This little girl was so gossipy at such a young age.

As they were talking, they arrived at the edge of the field.

There was someone weeding in the field next to him. When he saw Song Yan coming over, he greeted her, "Xiao Song, so this is your field."

Song Yan was not sure about the man's identity, but seeing that he was very young, he responded warmly, "Yes, brother. Please take care of my family's fields in the future."

The eldest brother smiled and replied: "Of course you can. You are the only tiger-fighting hero in our area."

Song Yan was embarrassed. It had been a few days, so why were everyone still so enthusiastic?

After chatting with his elder brother for a while, Song Yan pulled up his trouser legs and prepared to go to the fields.

The golden wound medicine given by Shu Changyu was indeed a miraculous medicine. After a few days, the wound had completely healed, leaving only a hideous scar, which was particularly conspicuous on the white calf.

Song Yan didn't really care whether there would be a scar or not. After all, he was a grown man, not a little girl.

Speaking of scars, I don’t know if Shu Changyu has any scars on his arms.

It was estimated that everyone in Xiaoli Village hated him to death. If he set foot into Xiaoli Village, he would most likely be beaten to death with sticks.

Otherwise he would have brought some souvenirs to visit Shu Changyu.

While Song Yan was thinking about something, he stepped into the mud, his body tilted, and he almost fell down.

He quickly stood firm by holding onto the edge of the field, then grabbed a handful of seeds from his cloth bag and scattered them into the field, scattering them like flowers from heaven.

Sowing is not difficult. Just spread the germinated seeds evenly in the paddy field. After they grow into seedlings after a period of time, you can plant them.

Transplanting rice seedlings is really a physical job, and Song Yan plans to call a few more people to help when the time comes.

In less than a moment, I had finished sowing the seeds and returned home. I had to plant peanuts for the party in the evening.

Under the scorching midday sun, Song Yan took out a straw hat from the house, put it on, picked up a hoe, and went to the fields with Erlin.

When they arrived at the field, Aniu had already dug rows of holes with a hoe.

There were two winnowing baskets on the edge of the field, filled with fertilizer made from fermented sheep and chicken manure.

Because Song Yan was determined not to use the... ahem... fertilizer in the toilet, she used sheep dung as fertilizer instead.

"Brother Song." When Aniu saw them coming, he put down his hoe and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

He took a breath before asking, "Did you bring any seeds?"

Song Yan took out a handful of peanuts from the cloth bag and saw that the seeds were plump and the skin was smooth.

Ah Niu couldn't help but say, "Brother Song, where did you buy the seeds? How could they grow so big?"

"I went to the county town some time ago and bought it at a roadside stall," Song Yan lied without blinking, "and when I went there again, the stall was gone."

Aniu just asked subconsciously and didn't take it too seriously, after all, his family didn't grow peanuts.

Then he briefly told Song Yan how to grow peanuts.

Song Yan followed his instructions and threw two peanuts into the pit, asking him, "How do you know so much?"

Aniu then explained that when he was working as a temporary worker in Mr. Huang's farm last year, he helped plant a few acres of peanuts, and that Mr. Huang had also specially invited farmers from the south to come and provide guidance.

Even Song Yan couldn't help but be shocked after hearing this. Mr. Huang was too wealthy, not like an ordinary landlord.

Ah Niu still had to dig the ground, so the conversation continued.

Song Yan also had to hurry up and plant the seeds. He bent down and placed two or three seeds in the pit, and then placed more seeds every one foot.

Erlin picked up the dustpan and followed him.

After Song Yan put down the seeds, he grabbed a handful of fertilizer and sprinkled it next to the seeds.

After putting the fertilizer in place, Aniu turned around and turned the soil next to it back into the pit and leveled the land.

This means the seeds have been planted well.

After planting two acres of peanuts, Song Yan felt a pain in her back and waist and could hardly straighten her back.

He thought bitterly that farming was really tiring.

I really don't understand why those authors like to write about farming so much. All of them have never been to the fields.

After returning home, Song Yan lay down directly without even making dinner. She asked Erya to cook a pot of porridge for her.

Then he rested for a few days until Aniu came to say goodbye to him. He would not be back for several months after going to Mr. Huang's farm.

Before leaving, Aniu went up the mountain to chop some firewood and filled his water tank with water.

Song Yan returned him a bag of pork jerky and asked him to take it with him.

Time passed quickly. Song Yan had been feeling bored lately and started thinking about food again.

He suddenly felt a little greedy and wanted to eat something sweet, such as bread.

To make bread, you need an oven, which is only in his kitchen. After baking, he can only enjoy it in secret, which is a bit boring.

As a food blogger, Song Yan prefers to share food with everyone.

He stroked his chin and thought, why not build a bread oven at home.

As soon as I thought of it, I started to do it. I quickly took out a pen and paper and scribbled on the paper according to the bread kiln in my memory.

After a while, he looked at the bread oven he had drawn.

Silence, silence again.

Erlin put down the book in his hand, came over to take a look, and saw the strange-shaped mass on the paper. He couldn't help laughing: "Brother, what are you drawing?"

"Bread kiln." Song Yan was so angry that he grabbed the drawing and crumpled it into a ball.

Erlin suppressed his laughter and said, "Let me draw it for you. Brother, you can describe the specific appearance of the bread kiln."

Song Yan demonstrated the shape of the bread kiln to him.

Erlin pondered for a moment before slowly starting to write, simply sketching a few lines and drawing the bread kiln that Song Yan had envisioned on paper.

"Yes, yes, that's right." Song Yan picked up the design draft and walked to the Niu family opposite.

When he arrived at Niu's house, he remembered that Niu had gone out to work as a temporary worker.

Alas, when Aniu is not here, he loses a helper and suddenly feels so lonely.

He sighed and turned to ask Uncle Niu for help.