Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"Yes, yes." Song Yan put down the hatchet and asked, "Brother Shitou, how come you have time to come here today?"

As soon as Shitou entered the room, he said, "I came here to ask you, do you want to buy a piglet?"

Song Yan: "Piglet?"

Shitou smiled and said, "Yes, my sow just gave birth to a litter of pigs. They are almost three months old. We can slaughter them after the Chinese New Year."

Song Yan refused without a second thought: "My house is so small that I can't afford to raise piglets."

In addition, he had more meat in his refrigerator than he could eat. Whenever he wanted to eat meat, he would pretend to go to town and actually go around the village entrance and come back with meat. He would then have meat to eat without having to go through the effort of raising pigs.

Shitou said, "Then I'll go ask other families."

Song Yan added: "Why don't you go ask Aunt Niu? I heard her say before that she wanted to raise pigs."

A few days ago, I heard Aunt Niu mumbling a few words. She said she wanted to buy a piglet, fatten it up, and sell it for money to help Aniu get married.

"Okay, I'll go ask Aunt Niu." Shi Tou went straight to the Niu family across the street.

Song Yan carefully sharpened the hatchet again and again until the blade was sharp. He checked it with satisfaction and then shouted into the house, "Gousheng, get out!"

Before he finished his words, a gray and white puppy ran out of the house, circling around Song Yan happily, its tail wagging like a windmill.

Gousheng is already two months old. He is round and looks particularly strong.

Whenever Song Yan went out for a walk, Gou Sheng would follow him closely like a little tail.

Song Yan and Gou Sheng slowly climbed up the mountain.

He specifically chose trees that were as thick as a bowl, because small trees were easier to cut down.

The hatchet had been sharpened before, and each cut only broke the bark of the tree trunk.

"Woof woof~" Gousheng stood at his feet, digging in the mud on the ground.

Song Yan kicked it lightly: "Go play over there, what if it hits you when you get so close to me?"

After pushing Gousheng aside, Song Yan took a deep breath and chopped the tree dozens of times until he was out of strength. Finally, he kicked the tree and it slowly fell down.

Chopping wood is indeed a physical job, even harder than hoeing the ground.

Song Yan was so tired that she could hardly breathe. She thought to herself that she should just spend money to buy firewood next time.

The dog was left on the side, playing with the branches.

After cutting down a few trees, Song Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to cut the trees into small pieces one meter long.

Finally, remove the branches and leaves, tie them up with ropes, and drag them down the mountain.

Because I really can't carry it anymore.

Gousheng ran around behind him and looked very energetic.

When I get home, I throw the firewood in the yard to dry. It needs to be dried for a few days before it can be burned. Otherwise, it will have too much moisture and won’t burn, or it will produce a lot of smoke.

Song Yan rubbed his shoulders gently and looked across, only to see Uncle Niu busy hammering in the yard, not knowing what he was busy with.

He walked over and asked loudly: "Uncle, what are you busy with?"

Uncle Niu was holding a hammer and nailing a board. He took the time to reply, "Building a pigsty."

Song Yan understood as soon as she heard it, and Aunt Niu still bought a piglet.

Perhaps because of the hot weather, time suddenly slowed down.

The watermelon vines climb along the windowsill. After pollination, fist-sized watermelons grow on the vines and can be eaten in more than a month.

In the vegetable garden on the right, the previously planted cabbage, spring vegetables and mustard greens were almost eaten up, so Song Yan then planted bitter gourd and eggplant.

The pepper seedlings in the corner have already blossomed and borne fruit. Song Yan looked at those small peppers that were only the size of a fingernail and resisted the urge to pick them.

The camellia in the flowerbed on the right is also gradually growing, with bright green leaves, but it is not yet flowering time and even the buds have not formed.

In addition to camellia, there are also gardenia and viola yedoensis, both of which are blooming one after another.

The remaining few unknown plants also bloomed light-colored flowers a few days ago.

It was near the end of May and the weather was getting hotter. Song Yan was too lazy to even eat, so she went to the yard to pick two fresh cucumbers, crushed them and made a cold dish.

Cut the cucumber into sections, chop the ginger and garlic into fine pieces, sprinkle some sesame seeds, a few peppercorns, and a handful of coriander, and pour boiling oil over them to bring out the aroma.

Then pour in the chopped cucumber segments, stir evenly, and you can start eating after it is marinated.

The vines were full of cucumbers, and if they were not eaten soon they would become old. Song Yan picked the remaining cucumbers, cut them up, and pickled them in a jar.

The pickled cucumbers I ate last time were pretty good. They were especially refreshing and appetizing on a hot summer day.

After lunch, Song Yan was just about to lie down for a nap when she heard Yaya suddenly burst into tears.

As the weather got warmer, Erya rarely went out. She took Yaya home to play, but unexpectedly, Yaya started crying for no apparent reason.

Erya held her and turned around in the room, coaxing her: "Oh, don't cry, don't cry."

Seeing Yaya crying more and more, Song Yan didn't care about taking a nap anymore and hurried into the inner room, "Let me see."

"Are you hungry or sleepy?" Song Yan touched her belly and found it was bulging, so she probably wasn't hungry.

Song Yan held her and rocked her gently and rhythmically, but Yaya was still crying heart-wrenchingly.

Her little hands tightly grasped his clothes, her eyes were filled with tears, and her little voice was a little hoarse from crying.

Song Yan wanted to call her "little ancestor".

The little guy can't speak, so even if he feels uncomfortable somewhere, he can't say it.

Erlin also tried to coax her, but found it was useless, Yaya still kept crying.

Even Aunt Niu across the street heard the crying. She came over to check on the situation and asked with concern, "What's wrong with Yaya? Why are you crying like this?"

Song Yan was sweating profusely from anxiety. When he saw Aunt Niu coming over, he felt like he had found a life-saving straw and said quickly, "I don't know either. Aunt, come and take a look."

Aunt Niu reached out and touched Yaya's little face, then her neck. She lifted up her clothes and found that she had a prickly heat on her neck.

"It's hot, take off her clothes quickly."

Song Yan put Yaya on the bed and quickly untied her clothes to let her breathe. After untying the straps, she found that except for her neck, Yaya's back was covered with prickly heat.

No wonder she cried like that. She was so hot that her whole body was covered with prickly heat. How could she not cry?

It’s so damn hot in this weather, even adults can’t stand it, let alone such young children.

Song Yan picked up a fan and fanned her. Perhaps because she felt less uncomfortable, Yaya's crying gradually stopped. There were still crystal tear bubbles hanging in the corners of her eyes, and she looked adorable.

Aunt Niu looked distressed and stretched out her hand to tickle the little girl. She said, "It's so hot, don't put clothes on her. Do you have a bellyband? Put it on her."

"Is that so, Erya?" Song Yan turned around and asked.

Arya immediately replied, "I'll go look for it."

The clothes that Yaya wore were all worn by Erya when she was a child, so Erya rummaged through her old clothes and found two small bellybands, which she gave to Yaya to change into.

Seeing Yaya frowning and looking a little uncomfortable, Song Yan asked, "Aunt, is there any way to cure prickly heat?"

"Use cold water to wipe her body." Aunt Niu added, "Don't make the water too cold, or she will catch a cold."

"I understand, aunt." Song Yan fetched a basin of water and wiped Yaya's body.

It wasn't long before the little guy fell asleep.

Erlin then went to Doctor Zhang to get some medicine, boiled some water, let it cool down, and then gave Yaya a bath in it. This continued for a few days, and the prickly heat on her body gradually subsided.

Days passed one after another, and when Song Yan had free time, he would open "Revisiting the Imperial Examination Road" and read a few chapters. The plots were all common cool novel routines, nothing new.

Fortunately, the author has solid writing skills and his writing is humorous and witty, so if you read it patiently, you can continue reading it.

In the blink of an eye, it was May 28th, the birthday of the twins, a boy and a girl.

After their birthday, the twins will be ten years old.