Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

As summer approaches, the temperature rises day by day, becoming increasingly hot and unbearable.

This morning, Song Yan was awakened by the heat wave. He kicked off the thin blanket covering his body and stretched his feet out of the bed to get some fresh air.

As the weather gets hotter, Song Yan doesn't like to move. He is afraid of cold and heat even more. He doesn't know how he will survive the coming hot summer when he wears clothes from ancient times where there is no air conditioning.

The first thing he did when he got up in the morning was to milk the goat, pour the fresh milk into a clay pot, and slowly boil it on the stove.

If he sleeps late one day, Erlin will take the initiative to take over this job.

After milking the goat, Song Yan picked up the bucket and went to the river to fetch two loads of water.

Because I didn't know how to carry a load, the water would spill out after I took a few steps and shook it. Every time I filled two buckets of water from the river, only half a bucket was left when I got home.

So Song Yan had to make another trip to fill the water tank.

That day, he had just drawn two buckets of water from the river and was carrying them with difficulty when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person squatting in the reeds by the river. When he looked again, the person was gone.

"Strange, am I seeing things?" Song Yan didn't take it seriously. She carried two buckets of water, walked a few steps and rested for a while, and finally got home slowly.

When it was just daybreak, Erlin got up to recite his lessons. When Song Yan came back with water, he put down his books and helped to make a fire and cook.

As soon as breakfast was ready, Erya got up. She first changed Yaya's diaper, then hung the quilt that was wet by Yaya's urine on a bamboo pole to dry.

At this time, the cooked goat milk has cooled to a suitable temperature and is ready to be fed to Yaya.

After feeding Yaya and letting her drink goat milk, Erya grabbed her toothbrush and hurriedly washed up, only then did she have time to sit down and eat breakfast.

After breakfast, she handed Yaya to Song Yan, picked up the backpack to pick mulberry leaves, and came back to feed the sheep.

Erlin was responsible for cleaning up the dishes, while Song Yan held Yaya and took a leisurely walk in the village.

This is the daily life of the Song family.

After traveling here for a few months, Song Yan has become familiar with everyone in the village.

When he walks in the village, he will take the initiative to greet the villagers.

Occasionally, he would carry Yaya to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village and chat with a group of old ladies.

Although they usually gossip about other people, they know a lot of things and can be called the intelligence organization under the banyan tree in Zhangjia Village.

For example, the youngest son of Uncle Zhengming at the head of the village got engaged, and the girl is from the town, which made a group of old men and women very envious.

For example, a man has an affair with a widow and is discovered by his wife.

His wife went back and called her brothers from her family to attack the widow's house, and they smashed it to pieces. The man didn't even dare to fart.

They even knew all the news about the neighboring Xiaoli Village.

"My cousin's sister-in-law came back secretly and said that their village chief had been sick and lying in bed for more than a month."

Song Yan: This definitely has nothing to do with him. After all, the old village chief is old, and it is normal for him to have a headache and fever.

When the sun climbed above the treetops, the aunts went home to prepare lunch.

After all, they are old enough to be grandmothers, and all the trivial matters at home are taken care of by their daughters-in-law. At most, they just cook at home, and they only chat when they are free.

After listening to the gossip, Song Yan strolled back home. At this time, Erya was holding a brush and writing big characters.

Song Yan went forward to check her homework. After a while, Erya's crooked handwriting could be barely understood.

Song Yan nodded with satisfaction. It was great progress and worthy of encouragement.

After successfully writing out the ten new words, Erya cheered, carried Yaya back to the house, and changed her diaper.

Song Yan also started to make lunch.

For lunch, I had tofu mixed with green onions and a bowl of egg custard.

These days, Song Yan often steams egg custard for her two children, mainly because it is easy to make.

Crack two eggs into a bowl, add some salt and warm water, and beat them, then skim off the foam.

Steam on low heat for another quarter of an hour and then serve. The steamed egg custard is golden in color and as smooth as a mirror. With a gentle shake, you can see the delicate egg flowers swaying gently in the bowl.

Sprinkle with chopped green onions and coriander, add some soy sauce and sesame oil, and you can start eating.

Gently scoop up a spoonful of egg custard, the golden egg liquid trembles slightly in the spoon, emitting an attractive luster.

The egg custard melts in your mouth, like silky satin, sliding gently down your throat. It has a delicious and smooth taste, and it goes even better with rice when mixed with tofu.

After lunch, Song Yan began to feel sleepy. She climbed onto the bed and lay down for a while. When she opened her eyes, it was already afternoon.

Time has been passing by so quickly lately, and Song Yan has been feeling a little lazy and has no energy to do anything.

Come to think of it, I haven’t thought about food for a while.

Calculating the time, it is almost May and the fruits here should be ripe. It would be a waste if we don't eat them.

He picked up the basket and said, "Erlin, I'm going to get some fruit."

Wild fruits are everywhere in the mountains, such as mulberry, golden cherry, and prickly ash. There are many kinds, some of which Song Yuan can't even name, but she only knows that they taste sweet and sour.

When he walked to the foot of the mountain, he found that besides himself, there was a group of lively little kids picking fruits.

One of the chubby kids pointed at him and shouted, "I know him, he's a tiger-fighting hero!"

The other children also exclaimed: "Wow, uncle is so awesome!"

Song Yan coughed twice and corrected him, "Don't call me uncle, call me brother."

The chubby little kid opened his eyes wide and asked curiously, "Big brother, are you going up the mountain to hunt tigers?"

"I want to fight the tiger too!" the other little kids also rushed to say.

Song Yan smiled awkwardly and explained, "I don't go up the mountain to hunt tigers."

He shook the bamboo basket in his hand and said, "I'm just picking some wild fruits."

The little kids sighed in disappointment.

At this time, the chubby little kid raised his hand and said, "Big brother, I know where there are a lot of wild fruits. I'll take you there."

On the way, Song Yan asked the child: "What's your name?"

The chubby little kid said, "My name is Goudan."

Song Yan almost choked on her own saliva. Dog, dog what? Dog eggs? !

Wasn’t that the little kid who cried loudly last year because the original owner stole a piece of cake?

It turns out he is already six years old.

Children in rural areas grow up in the wild. When they are only a few years old, they are taken by their older brothers and sisters to run around the mountains and fields. They know very well which piece of land has the most wild fruits.

Song Yan followed them, turning left and right, and finally arrived at a small valley.

Looking around, the ground is covered with all kinds of wild fruits, they are either hanging on branches, lying in the grass, or scattered between the rocks.

On the grass under your feet, small wild fruits such as raspberries and hollyhocks can be seen everywhere, growing in patches or scattered here and there.

Occasionally, you can see some small animals, such as squirrels, rabbits, etc., running around among the wild fruits.

The air is filled with the aroma of wild fruits, fresh and sweet, making people want to take a deep breath.

Song Yan put down the basket and picked a handful of raspberries first. She tasted a few without even washing them. They tasted sour and sweet.

When Goudan saw the raspberries in his hand, he was so shocked that he screamed, "Big brother, these fruits have been spitted on by snakes, you can't eat them!"

The other little boys also looked terrified, as if Song Yan was about to be poisoned and fall to the ground.

Song Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She didn't expect that these little kids had also been deceived by adults.

He had to explain: "This is not snakeberry, it is mountain raspberry, you can see they look different."

As he spoke, he picked a few snakeberries and showed them to them for comparison.

Wild raspberries and snakeberries look similar. The surface of wild raspberries is covered with small crystal bubbles, while the surface of snakeberries is convex. If you don't look closely, it is really difficult to distinguish them.

In fact, both mountain raspberries and snakeberries are edible. It’s just that adults always scare children by saying that snakeberries have been spit on by snakes, so over time, everyone mistakenly believes that snakeberries are not edible.

Song Yan once filmed a video of making wild fruit jam, so she remembers it very clearly.