Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Uncle Niu took the blueprint, took a look at it and said, it can be done, but it would be best to use adobe bricks, as adobe bricks are more durable and can be used longer.

"No problem." Song Yan said, rubbing his hands again, and said embarrassedly, "Uncle, how do I make this adobe?"

"Let me teach you how to do it." Uncle Niu put down the wood planer in his hand, stood up and said, "You need loess to make adobe, it has high viscosity."

"Then I'll trouble you, uncle." Song Yan said with a smile.

Uncle Niu waved his hands repeatedly: "No trouble, no trouble."

He then said, "The bed you ordered has already been made. It will be almost done after a few coats of tung oil. Do you think there are any places that need to be modified?"

Only then did Song Yan notice the bunk bed against the wall, and he walked over to take a closer look.

The bed was about 1.5 meters high, with two layers, and was wide enough for an adult to lie down and roll around.

Song Yan couldn't help but reach out and knock on the bed board. The bed surface was flat and wide, and the wood used was hard and strong. It would not collapse even if you jumped on the bed a few times.

Looking up, I saw that there were wood carvings on the four bedposts. Every detail was carefully carved, smooth and delicate, without any burrs.

Song Yan was very satisfied and praised: "No need to change it, it's exactly the way I want it. Uncle Niu can open a shop with his craftsmanship."

Uncle Niu said hurriedly: "It's not as good as you say."

"Uncle, tell me when you're done. I..." Song Yan was halfway through his sentence when he realized that he couldn't move such a heavy bed by himself, so he immediately changed his words, "I'll call a few more people to move it."

Uncle Niu smiled and said yes.

Afterwards, he took Song Yan to the foot of the mountain, dug up two loads of loess, poured it on the ground, and picked out the stones and weeds inside.

Uncle Niu went into the house and took a pair of scissors and a handful of straw. He cut the straw into pieces and mixed it with the loess, then added water and started making mud.

Song Yan also rolled up his sleeves and joined in the smoothover.

When the mud was almost mixed and ready to be poured into the adobe, it was discovered that there was no suitable wooden mold. The wooden molds usually used to pour adobe were relatively large, and such large adobes were not suitable for making bread kilns.

Uncle Niu picked up the tools and wood and rebuilt a small wooden mold.

With the cooperation of the two, they quickly poured a row of adobe bricks, which could be used after being placed in the sun to dry for a few days.

When she has time, Song Yan will take Erlin and Erya to the peanut field to water and weed.

Yaya is temporarily entrusted to Aunt Niu's care.

Although Song Yan doted on the little ones, she was unwilling to raise them to the point where they were lazy and ignorant of the different kinds of crops.

The farm work still needs to be done.

Even if you pass the imperial examination in the future and cross the class barrier, you must remember that you came from the countryside and must not forget your roots.

But don’t be like the author who wrote “When the sun is at noon, I am hoeing the field and my sweat drips onto the soil” and end up becoming a corrupt official.

If that really happened, Song Yan would have to kill her own relatives for the sake of justice.

The weeds had just started to grow, and there weren't many of them, so we pulled them all out in one morning.

On the way back, the villagers he met greeted him warmly.

The villagers' attitude towards him also changed from initial disgust and aversion, to fear after hearing that he had killed a tiger, and then to enthusiasm after the official presented him with a plaque.

Song Yan also accepted this calmly.

When others treat him coldly, he will naturally ignore them.

If others greet her with a smile, Song Yan will not care about past unpleasantness.

In the field next to him, Zhang Dashan was wielding a hoe with great ferocity, as if he wanted to bury all the dissatisfaction and jealousy in his heart into the soil.

His eyes followed Song Yan's gradually receding back. He gritted his teeth in his heart and swung the hoe in his hand more vigorously.

Just then, several strangers walked in from the village entrance, and their eyes swept over Zhang Dashan.

One of them asked loudly: "Hey, brother, let me ask you if there is a tiger-killing hero in your village?"

Zhang Dashan looked at these people. There was a fierce look on their faces and they were obviously not good people.

His heart tightened, but he nodded and said, "Yes."

"Where does he live?" the man asked again.

Zhang Dashan's heartbeat quickened, and he felt both nervous and excited. He quickly pointed to the end of the village and said, "He lives over there."

The men looked in the direction Zhang Dashan pointed, exchanged glances with each other, and said, "Let's go and take a look first." Then they turned and left.

Zhang Dashan was left alone, his chest heaving violently. He licked his dry lips and thought to himself: Song Dashu, this is your own trouble, don't blame me.

The weather has been sunny in recent days, and the adobe bricks have dried quickly, so we can start building the bread kiln.

His yard is a little small, with flowers planted on the left and vegetables planted on the right. There is also a sheep pen outside the kitchen, leaving no place to build a bread kiln.

Song Yan walked around the yard, thought for a moment, and decided to build the bread kiln in the corner of the door.

He called Erlin and Erya to move the adobe bricks into the yard.

At this time, Uncle Niu came over with a bucket of mixed yellow mud, to which lime and rice husks were added to act as a binder.

First build a countertop about one meter high.

Then, on the table top, a circular stove pit was built using adobe bricks, leaving two smoke exhaust vents on the top.

Erlin looked at it for a while, and when he realized he couldn't help, he went back to his room to read a book and supervise Erya to write big characters.

Then use dry loess to compact the sides of the stove pit, put straw and yellow mud in the middle to keep it warm, and then cover it with another layer of small adobe bricks, and the simple earth stove is completed.

There is still half a bucket of yellow mud left, which is used to build a thick layer outside the earthen stove. It can not only prevent moisture and humidity, but also achieve the purpose of heat preservation.

The bread kiln is divided into two layers, separated by an iron frame in the middle.

Charcoal fire is burned below, and the spacious area above is used for barbecue.

After working hard for an entire afternoon, everything was finally completed. Song Yan patted the mud off his hands and took a few steps back to take a look.

He discovered that the bread kiln was twice as big as he had expected. He had originally intended to build a oven-sized furnace, but it ended up being a large earthen kiln.

After the bread kiln is built, it must be baked with fire first and wait until the inside is completely dry before it can be used.

Finally, there was still one "door" left to make. Uncle Niu measured the width and height of the furnace mouth and said, "This is easy. I will make it for you tomorrow."

"Okay!" Song Yan said with a smile, "Thank you, uncle. It's getting late. Stay for dinner."

"No, no." Uncle Niu was afraid that Song Yan would ask him to stay for dinner, so he quickly picked up the wooden barrel and went back.

As she was still thinking about baking bread, Song Yan woke up at dawn the next day.

I cooked a pot of egg noodles for breakfast to fill my stomach, and then took out the wheat noodles.

High-gluten flour is needed to make bread, and the wheat flour he bought from the county town is medium-gluten flour, suitable for making dumplings, steamed buns and noodles.

If you want to make high-gluten flour, you have to wash the flour first.

Add warm water to the wheat flour and knead it into dough. Then put it into a basin of water and knead it slowly to wash away some of the starch. The protein content in the flour will also increase, and it will become the high-gluten flour he needs.

Song Yan seldom makes Western pastries. She only knows how to make a few simple biscuits and breads, and she is best at making croissants.

The ingredients needed to make croissants include yeast, flour, butter and milk.

Song Yan deliberately sent Erlin away, secretly added butter and milk powder into the dough, kneaded it a few times, and put it aside to ferment.

Just at this moment, Uncle Niu brought over a piece of wood and placed it over the stove mouth, finding it to be just the right length.

Uncle Niu looked at the smooth dough on the table and couldn't help asking, "Xiao Song, you kneaded so much dough, what are you going to make?"

"Toast." Song Yan said, "We'll be able to eat it soon. Uncle, go back and ask Aunt not to cook too much rice. Try the bread I made at noon."

Uncle Niu had never heard of bread and thought it was something like steamed buns, so he agreed.

The dough is ready when the sun is about to rise above the treetops.

First light the fire in the bread oven, wash your hands, then come back and knead the dough a few times to get rid of the air inside.

Then take a small piece of dough, knead it into a long strip, roll it thin with a rolling pin, and then roll it up from top to bottom into a horn shape. Brush a layer of egg yolk on the surface, sprinkle with white sesame seeds, and then put it in the bread oven to bake.

Song Yan picked up the long chopsticks, picked up the croissant and put it on the wire rack in the oven to bake. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart that it was fortunate that the oven was big enough, otherwise she would have to bake it twice.

This was the first time Song Yan used this primitive bread oven to bake bread, and she was afraid that it would burn. After estimating the time was about right, she took it out and saw that it was actually baked quite well.

The bread crust is golden and crispy, and the aroma of hot butter wafts into your nose.

Song Yan didn't care about the heat and tore off a piece of croissant and took a bite. The aroma of butter filled her mouth, accompanied by a light sweetness and a hint of saltiness. It was really delicious.

He first took a few and gave them to the Niu family.

Needless to say, Uncle Niu and Aunt Niu were instantly conquered by the delicious croissants.

"Xiao Song, why do these buns smell so good?" Aunt Niu asked in disbelief.

Song Yan did not correct her, but said: "If you want to learn, I will teach you next time."

Now that I have said it, I have to find a way to buy a dairy cow. I wonder if there are any for sale in the county.

The aroma of croissants wafted in the air. Erya was so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks, but she hadn't written out the ten new words yet. She could only smell the fragrance and swallow her saliva.

Song Yan came back from Niu's house and brought all the croissants into the house. She simply didn't cook at noon and just ate the croissants directly.

When she was finally able to write out ten big characters from memory, Erya quickly dropped her brush, picked up a croissant and took a bite.

The croissant was cooled for a while and the temperature was just right, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The rich butter and sweet flour blended together in the mouth. Wow, it was so delicious.

Just as delicious as cookies.

Song Yan ate five croissants in a row and didn't feel sick of them. When she looked at the basket of croissants again, she found that they were all eaten up.

He originally planned to send some to Uncle Dazhu's family.

Song Yan had no choice but to bake another batch and divide it into three portions. He first sent one portion to Uncle Dazhu's house, and then asked Uncle Dazhu to take him to town.

When they arrived in the town, Song Yan went straight to He Fang's shop.

He Fang saw Song Yan coming over and just smiled when he heard him speak hastily: "Brother He, I want to ask you for a favor."

"You say." He Fang said immediately.

Song Yan handed him the bamboo basket and said, "Brother He, please help me deliver these foods to Shu Changyu."