Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan dodged reflexively, turned around and looked at the person who came with caution.

"It's you?" After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, he was stunned. After searching in his mind, he found that it was someone he knew.

The other person had a pointed face and a monkey-like appearance, and he habitually retracted his neck, which made him look a bit wretched, so everyone called him Skinny Monkey.

They were the bad friends the original owner met after joining the gang.

"Brother Song, what are you doing sneaking around here?" The skinny monkey came up to him with a smile, not looking unfamiliar at all.

A pair of eyes kept looking into the backpack: "What's in the backpack? Let me see."

Song Yan frowned and was about to dodge, but the skinny monkey was quick-witted and lifted the sackcloth covering the backpack.

Seeing the basket full of meat, the skinny monkey was so shocked that he swore, "Fuck, so much meat, are you rich, Brother Song?!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Song Yan's face darkened and he said stiffly, "This is someone else's stuff. I helped bring it out to sell."

The skinny monkey stared at the basket of meat, unable to move his eyes away. He smiled and said flatteringly, "Brother Song, give me some."

Song Yan spread out his hands: "Sure, pork is 20 cents per pound, how many pounds do you want?"

When he heard that he needed money, the corners of the skinny monkey's mouth twitched: "Brother, I'm a little short of money recently, can I give it to you next time?"

Song Yan shook her head, saying in a tone that there was no room for negotiation: "If you don't have money, then don't talk."

Of course, there is no need to be polite to such shameless people.

The skinny monkey's face changed, and his smile faded a little: "Brother, you are going too far. We have been friends for so many years, and you are reluctant to give me even a piece of meat. It's a waste of my time to speak well of you in front of Brother Ying."

parrot?

Song Yan pondered for a moment before realizing that he was talking about Brother Ying.

Brother Ying was the leader of the gang that the original owner joined.

Whenever Song Yan thought of the gang the original owner joined, he couldn't bear to look at it.

Because the name of the gang is Thanos.

My god, what kind of middle school boys are they?

Seeing Song Yan's subtle expression, Shou Hou thought he had him in his hands, so he said in a bossy tone, "Brother Song, you came to the county, but you haven't met Brother Ying yet, right?"

"I will go see Brother Ying later. I have something else to do now, so I'll leave first." Song Yan thought to himself that he would go find Brother Ying later and quit the gang.

After saying that, he walked away without caring about the skinny monkey's reaction.

The streets of the county town were indeed bustling and noisy, with the cries of hawkers ringing out all along the way.

It was the first time that Song Yan saw an ancient street market with her own eyes, and it was even more lively than what was shown in TV dramas.

He looked around curiously, but unfortunately he had no money, otherwise he would really like to take a look around before leaving.

Hold on, hold on.

Don't forget that you still have a basket of meat that you haven't sold yet, Song Yan said secretly.

He reluctantly withdrew his gaze and quickened his pace towards the largest restaurant in the county - Xiangfenglou.

As soon as you step into Jixiang Street, a three-story building comes into view. The vermilion paint still retains its bright color despite being exposed to the sun and rain, and the gold-plated sign hanging on the high-rise building shines golden in the sunlight.

Song Yan sighed, it really is worthy of being the largest restaurant in the city, it is so grand and majestic.

It was the peak dining time, and the restaurant was bustling with customers. The waiters at the door warmly entertained regular customers.

As soon as Song Yan walked in, someone came over to greet her: "What would you like to eat?"

"I'm here to see your boss." Song Yan said.

"Our shopkeeper is busy." The shop assistant looked at him carefully. He was wearing a worn-out linen shirt and straw sandals, and looked poor. He said impatiently, "If you have anything to say, it's the same if you tell me."

Song Yan looked around but didn't see anyone who looked like a manager. He had no choice but to find an empty table and put down the backpack. It was too heavy and it hurt his shoulders.

He looked at the shop assistant and said, "You have no say in what I am going to say to your boss."

After hearing this, the shop assistant couldn't help but sneer: "You still want to call us the shopkeeper? If you can't afford to eat, get out and don't delay my work."

Song Yan was slightly embarrassed. He didn't expect that the plot of "the shop assistant looking down on others" that often appeared in TV dramas would happen to him.

How would the protagonist usually act? Take out a handful of banknotes and throw them in the shop assistant's face?

Song Yan secretly laughed. He waved to the shop assistant and said mysteriously, "Come here. I'll show you something good."

The shop assistant was suspicious and whispered, "What good stuff?"

Although he said he was disgusted, his body was actually very honest as he walked forward. It was not until Song Yan lifted the sackcloth on the backpack that his eyes suddenly widened.

"This, this, this..." The shop assistant was so shocked that he stuttered, "Is this a Chinese pear?!"

The "nai zi" he mentioned is actually the apple that modern people are very familiar with. At that time, the nai zi were almost all locally produced sand apples with a soft texture.

The "naizi" that Song Yan took out was big and red, more like the apples that were introduced from the previous dynasty and only grown in Lindong Prefecture in the north.

This kind of apple has a sweet and crisp taste, but its skin is thin and delicate, making it difficult to transport long distances. Therefore, it is only supplied to the dignitaries in the north. Most people in the south have never even seen it, let alone eaten it.

"How is it?" Song Yan held the apple and waved it in front of him, showing off, "I am qualified to see your shopkeeper now, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The shop assistant couldn't help but smile and said flatteringly, "I'll go and ask the shopkeeper to come over right away. Please wait a moment and don't leave."

He hurriedly asked the shopkeeper to come over, and before leaving, he did not forget to ask a shop assistant to greet him: "Mu Tou, come over and pour tea for this distinguished guest."

The shop assistant named Mu Tou was a tall man. He silently poured him a cup of tea and went to greet other customers.

Not long after, an old man with a silver beard came down from the second floor in a hurry.

When he saw Song Yan, he said with a smile: "My surname is Li, and I am the shopkeeper of the store."

The shopkeeper glared at the shop assistant in a feigned anger and said, "How can you do this job? You can't even invite our guests to sit in the private room."

Then he said to Song Yan, "The private room is quiet. Let's go up to the private room and talk in detail. What do you think?"

Song Yan picked up the backpack with a heavy weight on his shoulders: "Okay, let's go."

The shop assistant extended his hand attentively: "Let me help you get it."

Song Yan didn't bother to be polite and gave him the backpack.

The shop assistant didn't expect the backpack to be so heavy and nearly fell over. Mu Tou, who happened to be passing by, saw it and helped to lift it. The two of them worked together to carry the backpack upstairs.

The shopkeeper led the way: "This way, please."

We went up to the private room on the second floor and closed the door, and the noisy noise was immediately shut out.

As soon as he sat down, the shopkeeper picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, asking in a gentle tone, "May I ask your name, sir?"

Song Yan was not used to this kind of literary conversation, so he kept silent. He cleared his throat twice and said, "My last name is Song."

The shopkeeper put down the teapot, stroked his long beard, glanced at his backpack without leaving any trace, and asked anxiously, "Can you let me see the pears you brought?"

Song Yan took out a big apple from her backpack and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper carefully took the apple. As soon as he got it in his hand, he smelled the unique sweet scent of the apple and took a deep sniff.

Yes, this is the taste.

A few years ago, when he accompanied his master to visit his relatives in the north, the host took out a pear to entertain them, and each person was only given a small piece of apple.

Shopkeeper Li will never forget that sweet and crispy taste.

"Can I have a taste?" Shopkeeper Li asked tentatively.

Song Yan held up a finger: "One tael of silver."

Upon hearing the price, Shopkeeper Li's wrinkled old face showed a bit of pain. He quickly did the math in his mind. In the north, pears are in short supply. Although they are expensive, they are not as precious as one or two taels each.

However, after a long journey from the north to the south, the natans still retain their fresh appearance as if they were just picked from the tree. It must have consumed a lot of manpower and resources, so it is not so unacceptable that the price has doubled.

"Of course." Shopkeeper Li said with a smile.

Song Yan blinked and quickly hid the surprise on his face. He just casually offered a price, but he didn't expect that Manager Li would agree to it without even bargaining.

Hiss, one ounce for an apple.

Shopkeeper Li had picked up a knife and was slowly cutting the apple. As soon as the blade cut through the skin, the sweet and sticky fruit aroma wafted into his nose.

I didn't even bother to peel it, and couldn't wait to cut small pieces and put them into my mouth.

Take a bite, and the refreshing, crisp and sweet fruit flesh blooms between your lips and teeth.

The sweet juice flowed over the tip of his tongue, and the rich fruity aroma instantly conquered his taste buds, filling his mouth with the mellow and sweet aroma of pear.

After six years, he finally tasted the flavor of pear again.

Shopkeeper Li's eyes were slightly moist. He asked, "How many natans do you have?"

"There are only three." Song Yan pointed at the apple in his hand, "Oh, you have already eaten one."

The shopkeeper smiled awkwardly but politely, then said boldly, "I'll take the remaining two."