Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The little kids often go up the mountain to pick wild fruits. After eating a lot, they are no longer interested in them and even take the initiative to help Song Yan pick them.

So the basket was soon full.

To express his gratitude, Song Yan gave each little kid a piece of pork jerky.

Goudan took it in his hand and smelled the meaty aroma of the pork jerky. His eyes lit up instantly: "It's meat!"

Hearing this, the other little kid couldn't wait to take a bite and shouted in surprise: "It's really meat!"

The little hand tightly grasped the pork jerky, afraid that others would snatch it away, and an expression of happiness and satisfaction appeared on his face while eating.

People at this time may not be able to eat a bite of meat in a year, so they would cherish a small piece of pork jerky and eat it in small bites, not daring to finish it too quickly.

But there is only so much of a piece of pork jerky, and even if you eat it slowly, you will eventually finish it.

Goudan reluctantly finished the last bite and licked the sugar juice on his fingers.

After licking her fingers until they were tasteless, she looked at Song Yan expectantly: "Big brother, next time you come to pick fruit, remember to call me."

"Me too! Me too!" The other little kids also raised their paws.

Song Yan smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely call you all."

When they returned to the foot of the mountain, they heard a group of little kids saying that they were going to play by the river. Song Yan reminded them not to go into the water.

The little kids nodded obediently.

On the way back, Song Yan found a citron tree on the side of the road and picked a few citrons.

Carrying a basket of wild fruits back home, he first washed them with clean water, then sorted out the red fruits, and put the blue and black fruits in another bowl.

Then start making the jam.

Pour the washed raspberries into the pot, add a few spoons of honey, squeeze in a few drops of citron juice, and simmer over low heat.

As the temperature rises, the moisture in the fruit slowly evaporates, stir gently with a spoon, the fruit slowly melts in the pot, the color of the jam gradually becomes brighter, and finally becomes a thick jam.

The kitchen was filled with a rich fruity aroma.

After the jam is ready, scoop it up with a clean spoon. You can see the jam slowly flowing on the spoon, showing an attractive color.

Song Yan couldn't help but take a bite. It had just the right sweetness, but it was too thick and a bit choking.

After the jam has cooled, put it in a clean small jar.

Because the jar is not sealed, it cannot be stored for too long and is best eaten within a few days.

The next day, Song Yan baked a batch of whole wheat bread. The method was simple, and even milk and butter were not needed. Just wheat flour, yeast and a little salt.

The baked bread is soft and full of wheat flavor. It may taste a bit bland, but if you spread a layer of jam on it, the taste will suddenly become richer.

The sweetness of the jam is slightly sour, which perfectly balances the slight bitterness of the bread, and even the rough taste of the bread becomes less obvious.

Song Yan took a few pieces of bread to the Niu family across the street, and when she came back, she had two eggplants in her hands.

Erya picked up a sickle and prepared to go out to cut grass, while Song Yan was responsible for taking care of Yaya and carrying her out for a walk.

On the way to the village chief's house, someone suddenly jumped out from the roadside, with disheveled hair and a dirty face, and let out an "ah ah" sound from his mouth.

The man pointed at Song Yan and shouted, "Ghost! Ghost!"

Song Yan was startled and hurriedly left with Yaya in her arms.

Song Yan didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she confirmed that the man didn't catch up.

He suddenly realized that the man was Zhang Dashan.

Fortunately, Zhang Dashan did not do anything to hurt anyone. He was still holding Yaya. If Zhang Dashan had pounced on him, he might not have been able to avoid it.

"Ah~" Yaya seemed to think that Song Yan was playing with her. She waved her little hands excitedly, urging Song Yan to do it again.

Song Yan patted her little butt and said, "You little heartless girl, I was almost scared just now."

Song Yan walked to the banyan tree at the entrance of the village. The old ladies had arrived one after another and began to share their information.

Unfortunately, they were discussing Zhang Dashan, whom they had just met.

"Zhang Dashan's wife has returned to her parents' home with her children."

"Dashan's mother had a hard life. Old Zhang passed away early, leaving only this one son, who turned out to be crazy, and her daughter-in-law ran away."

"No wonder I saw Dashan Niang with a sullen face today and she didn't respond when I called her."

"So, when you marry a wife, you must find an honest and kind one. What's the use of a heartless woman who runs away when her husband's family is in trouble?"

The aunts started criticizing Zhang Dashan's wife one after another, and their mouths were full of saliva, and they were more excited than scolding their own daughter-in-law.

Song Yan was speechless after hearing this. He covered Yaya's ears, determined not to let her hear such dirty words.

After chatting for a few sentences, they changed the topic.

Suddenly, an aunt said mysteriously, "Hey, did you hear that the madman from Xiaoli Village died a few days ago?"

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat.

The others couldn't help but sigh when they heard this: "How could such a good person just die?"

The old lady lowered her voice and said, "I heard he was burned to death. His house was burned down."

Another aunt sighed: "He has been crazy for so many years and still hasn't recovered. I guess he has been possessed by evil spirits."

Song Yan suddenly thought, what a coincidence, Zhang Dashan also went crazy for no apparent reason.

He didn't connect the madman with Zhang Dashan.

Quanzi also said that Zhang Dashan went crazy after he came back after going out with a few people.

Song Yan pretended to be casual and asked, "Why haven't I heard of a madman in Xiaoli Village?"

Hearing this, the old men and women were very secretive about it: "He is just a weirdo."

Song Yan was surprised and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I heard from my niece who married to Xiaoli Village that he has not worked in the fields for many years. He has been idle all day and has no contact with the villagers."

An auntie asked: "If you don't work, how will you get food?"

"Who knows if he is doing something sneaky behind the scenes?"

Song Yan seemed to be thinking about something, and then continued to ask: "Aunts, do you know what year he came?"

"How do we know this?"

Well, it seems that I can’t get anything out of this. I still have to go and ask the people in Xiaoli Village.

After waking up from a nap, Song Yan was too lazy to get up. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed and began to sort out the information he had collected in recent days in his mind.

However, despite his best efforts, the information he obtained was still not enough to uncover the madman's true identity.

While deep in thought, he subconsciously reached out to scratch his ear, his fingertips lightly touched the earlobe, and he felt a hint of coolness.

The slight touch made him pause involuntarily, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Has Shu Changyu arrived in the capital?

But soon, he exhaled forcefully, shook his head in self-mockery, and put all those distracting thoughts behind him.

"Bah, why think about him! Just forget about him!" he muttered softly.

Then, he adjusted his posture and refocused his attention on the madman. He had an inexplicable premonition that the madman's identity was not simple.

At dusk, the sky was dyed a light orange-red, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread across the earth, adding a bit of warmth and tranquility to this quiet evening.

In the distance, a man in black was riding a horse, galloping along the wide official road. The sound of horse hooves echoed in the open fields, breaking the tranquility around.

As the sun slowly sets, the color of the sky gradually changes from orange to deep purple. When the last ray of afterglow disappears on the horizon, a towering city gate appears before our eyes.

On both sides of the city gate, there are high walls surrounded by battlements and arrow towers, forming an indestructible line of defense.

Above the city gate, flags were flying, rustling in the breeze. The soldiers were on high alert, their eyes alert, ready to deal with any situation that might occur at any time.

"Master, we're here." said the man who followed behind him.

When they were almost at the city gate, Shu Changyu pulled the reins, and the horse's front hooves were raised high, it let out a long neigh, and then barely stopped.

After days of running around, Shu Changyu's face showed a trace of fatigue and laziness.

He jumped off the horse lightly and threw the reins to the man following closely behind him.

"Enter the city!"