Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Just at this moment, Erlin stepped into the room and saw Song Yan staggering. He stepped forward and held his thigh firmly, his tone full of concern: "Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Song Yan climbed down the stairs, "I just didn't hold the railing firmly."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but rub his aching waist.

It really cost him his life.

After breakfast, Song Yan took a leisurely stroll in the yard and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a few delicate light yellow flowers dotted among the watermelon seedlings by the window.

I was so busy these days that I didn’t even notice that the watermelon had buds.

When watermelons bloom, it means they will soon bear fruit, but during this period, the female flowers still need to be pollinated.

Monoecious, requiring artificial pollination.

Song Yan observed and found that the few small flowers that had bloomed were all female flowers.

The stamens of the male flowers look like a miniature version of the head of a torch ice cream cone when viewed from above.

If you ask Song Yan why he still knows how to grow watermelons, it will bring back a sad memory.

This has to do with the time when Song Yan first became famous for his short videos. There was an activity to go to the countryside to help farmers, and local internet celebrities were invited to participate.

Seeing that it was an "agricultural assistance activity", Song Yan agreed without thinking.

He originally thought he was just going to shoot a video for publicity, but when he arrived he realized it was a live broadcast.

His fans enthusiastically poured into the live broadcast room, snapping up the link in an instant, and some even specifically requested watermelons picked by Song Yan himself.

What a good fan of his.

Facing the hostess' eager gaze, what could Song Yan do but pick it.

Song Yan told him this when he was picking watermelons and chatting with the old farmers.

Watermelon cannot bear fruit without pollination. Of course, in most cases, insects and wind will help complete pollination.

But if you want to grow on a large scale and increase yields, it is best to carry out artificial pollination.

Song Yan was squatting in front of the flowers observing them carefully when suddenly it got dark above her head and a slightly cold voice rang out: "What are you doing squatting here?"

"Shu Changyu?!" Song Yan stood up hurriedly. His legs and feet were numb from squatting for too long, and his waist and legs were sore. He lost his balance and fell forward.

Shu Changyu reached out to support him in time, "Why, you want to throw yourself into my arms again?"

Who threw himself into his arms!

Song Yan wanted to break free, but the numbness in his legs forced him to hold Shu Changyu's arm tightly: "Quick, help me sit on the chair for a while."

Song Yan sat on the chair, rubbing her numb legs.

Shu Changyu glanced at him and frowned slightly: "Why did you turn black?"

"Is it tanned?" Song Yan raised her hand and touched her face. She had been in the sun for a whole day yesterday and was probably sunburned. Her face was hot when she came back. She took a cold shower and felt a little better.

Song Yan didn’t care whether he got tanned or not, as he would turn white again after covering himself for two days.

He asked casually, "Why did you come here again today?"

Without waiting for Shu Changyu to speak, he said to himself: "No need to say, I know, by the way."

Shu Changyu suddenly said, "I have to go on a long trip for something."

Song Yan was shocked. Why was it so sudden? He felt a little depressed: "When are you leaving?"

Shu Changyu replied: "I will leave in two days."

Song Yan subconsciously asked: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the capital."

Beijing? How could he go to such a far place? Song Yan tried hard to recall the plot of the novel, but he could not remember this part.

He laughed dryly and said, "That will take a long time."

"What are you going to do in the capital?"

Shu Changyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but his tone was barely perceptible with coldness: "Well, an enemy is about to die, I'm going to see him off."

Song Yan thought he was joking at first, but when she saw his serious expression, she couldn't help but be shocked. Could it be that what he said was true?

But the novel doesn’t mention that the heroine has any enemies. Did I miss it?

"Xiao Song!" At this time, Aunt Niu came over with a basket, saw Shu Changyu, and said with a smile, "Xiao Shu is here again."

Aunt Niu took out two sets of clothes from the basket: "Your clothes are ready, the same as last time."

"Thank you, Aunt Niu." Song Yan took the clothes.

Aunt Niu said, "I think, after you finish mourning, you should find a wife as soon as possible so that someone can make clothes for you."

Song Yan said: "Aunt, there is no rush for this matter, let's talk about it later."

"You are already twenty, why are you in such a hurry? I have found a good match for Aniu. When he comes back, I will ask the matchmaker to come and propose marriage."

"So fast?" Song Yan asked in surprise.

"It's not going to be quick," said Aunt Niu. "After proposing the marriage, we still have to match the horoscopes, pay the betrothal gifts, and ask for a date. We can only get married after the New Year."

Song Yan felt overwhelmed after hearing this. Getting married turned out to be so troublesome.

Watching Aunt Niu arranging a blind date for Aniu with great anticipation.

Song Yan hesitated to speak and finally did not tell Aniu that he had a girl he liked. After all, it was not appropriate for him to say it, so she decided to let Aniu say it himself.

Shu Changyu left after not staying for long.

It would take half a month to travel from Yunshan County to the capital even if one rode at full speed.

Song Yan imagined that Shu Changyu must have been exhausted from the long journey, had poor appetite and sleep, and her pretty face must have looked a little haggard.

He quickly shook his head to dispel the image in his mind.

Forget it, let’s prepare some food for him and let him eat on the way.

He closed his eyes and entered the kitchen with his consciousness. He took out twenty pounds of pork from the refrigerator and removed the fat first.

Cut the remaining lean meat into strips about the length of a finger, and marinate with seasoning overnight.

After finishing these, he went to sleep.

The next morning, after waking up, he did not rush to get up, but went into the kitchen, put the pork strips that had been marinated overnight into the oven, and slowly dried them using the air drying function.

By the evening, the pork jerky had completely dehydrated and turned hard.

Put it into the pot and steam it for 25 minutes. The dried meat will be rosy in color and fragrant.

He took a bite and found it chewier than pork jerky, with a rich meaty aroma and a slightly spicy taste.

Out of more than ten pounds of lean meat, only five pounds of jerky was produced.

It seemed a little too little. Last time Shu Changyu ate three bowls of rice at his house, I guess these five pounds of dried meat were not enough for him to eat for two days.

Song Yan baked some soda crackers overnight, but as the weather was getting warmer, bread was difficult to store, so she didn't make any.

Song Yan came out of the kitchen, not knowing what time it was, but only vaguely heard a few cocks crowing. When Song Yan opened her eyes again, it was already bright outside.

He jumped up from the bed with a somersault. Erlin, who was reading a book under the bed, heard the noise and looked over.

Song Yan came down the stairs and quickly washed up: "Erlin, I need to go out for a while."

Song Yan picked up the package and squatted in the grass at the entrance of Xiaoli Village. She blamed herself for not asking Shu Changyu when he would leave, so now she could only wait for him here.

He suddenly remembered the path that He Fang had taken him once before. He should not run into anyone from Xiaoli Village if he took that path.

Song Yan thought, since we are here, let’s go.

Just when I was halfway there, I heard a ghost howling: "Ah——"

Song Yan was shocked. Shu Changyu was right. There really was a madman here.

After passing a few lonely graves, a thatched house appeared in front. I passed by here the last time I came here, but I didn’t hear any sound.

Song Yan walked around the thatched hut from a distance.

Suddenly, intermittent whispers floated out from the thatched hut: "You are not allowed to... step out of Yunshan County, otherwise I will kill you without mercy! Kill you without mercy!"

Song Yan only vaguely caught the three words "kill without mercy" and his heart tightened. Could it be that he had accidentally entered a murder scene?

"Curiosity kills the cat," he repeated this old saying in his mind and decided to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

However, just as he was about to take a step, a familiar voice came from inside the house, causing him to stop involuntarily.

Song Yan turned her head suddenly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Ah——" shrill screams rang out one after another, like the desperate wails of a person before death.

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, but she decided to go and see what was going on.

The window is not closed.

He approached the window cautiously, tiptoeing around for fear of being discovered by the person inside.

Through the gap, he caught a glimpse of a figure dressed in black.

The man turned around slowly and wiped his bloody fingers unhurriedly. His eyes were as dark as ink, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was evil and cruel.

Suddenly, he looked up, his pair of black eyes were as cold as death.