Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Who on earth was the visitor that made him wait for such a long time?

Song Yan guessed everyone he knew, but still couldn't guess who it was.

As he entered the door carrying the backpack, he saw an elderly couple in the yard, and then he noticed the young man who came with them.

It was Dongsheng? !

Song Yan subconsciously looked at his right arm, but saw only an empty sleeve. His arm could not be saved after all.

But I am lucky to be able to save my life.

Song Yan was the first to apologize: "I went to the county town today. I didn't expect you to come. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

Dongsheng's father said hurriedly: "It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal."

"Please take a seat." Song Yan put down the backpack and asked Dong Sheng with concern, "How is your injury recovering?"

Dongsheng replied shyly: "The doctor said that I am almost well now, so I came here today to thank you."

Song Yan said: "Why thank me? The person who saved you on the mountain that day was Shu Changyu. You should thank him."

"We went to the Shu family yesterday to express our gratitude." Dongsheng paused and said, "If you hadn't given me the medicine, I wouldn't have survived."

At this time, Dongsheng's mother handed over a bamboo basket and said, "This is a little gift from us. Thank you for saving our Dongsheng."

Song Yan looked at the eggs in the basket. She didn't know how long it took to fill up the basket.

In rural areas, eggs are the most worthy gift of thanks.

Song Yan shook her head and said, "Aunt, let's save these eggs for Dongsheng to nourish his body."

Dongsheng had a near-death experience and lost a lot of weight. His cheeks were sunken and it was obvious that he had not recovered yet.

Dongsheng's mother held Song Yan's hand and said with sobs, "My dear, Dongsheng is my only child. If anything happens to him, I will not be able to live. You have saved our family's lives."

Before Song Yan could speak, Dong Sheng's father also advised: "Just accept it, otherwise our whole family will feel uneasy."

Song Yan still shook her head firmly: "Uncle and aunt, listen to me, if you want to repay me for saving your life, you don't have to rush. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"First take care of Dongsheng's health, and then come and help me farm. I just bought ten acres of land and I'm in need of help. If you really want to thank me, come and help me harvest the crops in the second half of the year."

"Ok, deal."

Song Yan spoke a long string of words in one breath, without even giving them a chance to interrupt.

Dongsheng's family looked at each other, and finally Dongsheng nodded solemnly and said, "Okay, I will come to help you collect grain in the second half of the year, but now I only have one hand, I hope you won't despise me."

Song Yan said: "I can't thank you enough for coming to help me. Even if you only have one hand, so what? Can you not do the work with only one hand? Yang Guo can still become a great hero with only one arm."

Dong Sheng was stunned for a moment: "Who is Yang Guo?"

Song Yan said, "He's the protagonist in a martial arts novel."

Dongsheng's eyes sparkled: "Don't worry, benefactor, I will cheer up and work hard to help you farm."

You don't have to try too hard.

Song Yan said, "It's settled. You can take the eggs back and wait until Dongsheng recovers."

It was already late, and it was inconvenient for them to stay any longer. Dongsheng's father picked up the bamboo basket and said, "Then we will go back first."

"Wait a minute." Song Yan walked into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of red dates and wolfberries from the hanging basket, and stuffed them into Dongsheng's mouth. "Take these back with you, and stew eggs with red dates and wolfberries for Dongsheng to eat every day."

Song Yan reminded them again: "Dongsheng has suffered a great crime and his body is still very weak. He needs to eat more blood-enriching foods. You can go to the town to buy some pig liver and pig blood and let him eat them regularly."

Pork liver and pig blood are affordable, and pig blood can even be called cheap, so it is affordable to eat them occasionally.

Pork liver and blood are high in iron, making them a good blood tonic for poor people.

Although Dongsheng's parents didn't know what the iron content meant, they knew the principle of like cures like. If someone lost too much blood, they could eat more pig blood to make up for it. "I understand. I'll go to the town and buy a pound of pig blood tomorrow."

After seeing Dongsheng and his family off, Song Yan couldn't help but feel emotional. Giving him the medicine was just a piece of cake, and the medicine wasn't his.

He never thought about asking Dongsheng to repay him. He asked Dongsheng to help with farming just because he hoped that he could take care of his health and cheer up again.

Unexpectedly, Dongsheng's family are all grateful people. Even in the most difficult times, they still think about repaying him for saving their lives.

Song Yan turned and walked into the yard, shouting as she walked: "Erlin, come and light the fire and cook. We'll make bone soup tonight."

In the evening, Lin Yifeng returned home and the doorman reported to him that Song Yan had come at noon and left only a letter and two packets of snacks before leaving.

Lin Yifeng walked quickly into the flower hall and saw that there was only a letter left on the table. Everything else was gone. He quickly asked the maid, "Where is the thing the concierge sent?"

The maid said, "The master came back this afternoon and saw two packets of snacks on the table. He said he was hungry and took them away."

Lin Yifeng sighed and said sadly: "My dear father, why didn't you leave me any."

The next morning, Song Yan inspected his fields as usual and found that the seedlings had grown to three inches tall and were ready to be transplanted at any time.

He went to Shitou and said, "Brother Shitou, please call a few more people to help plant the rice. Let's make it clear first, each person will be paid 20 cents per day. If they don't want to be paid, then don't hire them."

Shitou looked helpless and said, "Xiao Song, twenty cents is too much. Just ten cents, and a meal at noon will be fine. As a handyman in town, you can only make two cents a month at most. You're giving too much. I'm afraid they'll be jealous."

Song Yan thought about it and felt that what Shi Tou said made sense.

"Okay, brother, go call them and start work on time tomorrow morning."

The next morning, Song Yan changed into shorts and rolled up his trouser legs. He heard that there were a lot of leeches in the fields, so he had to be careful. Finally, he put on a straw hat and went out.

When we arrived at the field, we saw Shitou and a few other people tying the seedlings into bundles and then throwing them into the paddy field next door.

Others greeted him one after another: "Xiao Song is here."

Song Yan smiled and replied, "Hello, brothers. Thank you for your hard work today."

After a few words of idle chat, everyone went back to work. Song Yan took off his shoes, went down to the field, and picked up a bundle of rice seedlings.

He first looked at how the older brother next to him did it, and when he felt he had learned it, he bent down, pinched two seedlings with his fingers and inserted them into the mud.

He looked back at the seedlings he had planted. The whole field was crooked. He suddenly had obsessive-compulsive disorder and reached out to straighten them.

The elder brother next to him smiled and said, "Xiao Song, you don't need to help. The seedlings will stand up straight by themselves in a few days."

Song Yan smiled sheepishly: "Thank you, brother. I understand."

The sun rose slowly from the horizon and reached the top of his head. Sweat oozed from Song Yan's forehead and nose tip, which he wiped away with his sleeves. His throat was dry and smoking.

Song Yan waved his hand: "I can't do it anymore. I need to take a break. Brothers, if you are tired, take a break too."

Shitou said, "We are used to farm work, so it's not tiring. Xiaosong, you have never worked in the fields before, so you must not be used to it. Go and take a rest."

Song Yan responded and walked to the edge of the field with one step deep and one step shallow. As soon as he sat down, he saw Erya coming over with a pot of water.

She waved her hand: "Brother!"

Good Erya, you actually knew to bring water to me. My love for you is not in vain.

Song Yan quickly reached out his hand: "Give me a bowl of water quickly, I'm dying of thirst."