Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Erlin and Erya are just nicknames. You can call them that at home, but you must call them by their full names when you go out.

Especially for Erlin, he couldn't leave his nickname on the test paper when he took the imperial examination in the future.

Song Yan first asked Erlin for his opinion: "Erlin, have you ever thought about giving it another name?"

Erlin said without thinking: "Brother, just help us choose a name."

Song Yan scratched his head and asked, "Should I choose the name? Why not let the teacher choose one for you?"

"The eldest brother is like a father," Erlin said very seriously, "naturally, the eldest brother should name it."

Arya interrupted: "Should I choose a name too? I want to be called Baozhu."

Song Yan said disdainfully, "Vulgar."

Arya retorted unconvincedly: "How can Baozhu be tacky!"

"Brother, I want to be called Baozhu!"

Song Yan covered her ears and said, "Let me think about it."

Seeing Erya pouting, Song Yan quickly said, "I think I heard Yaya wake up, go check it out."

Erya was suspicious: "Are you awake?"

She went into the inner room and saw the little guy kicking his legs on the bed, having a lot of fun.

"Little sister, are you hungry?" Erya touched her belly. Her belly was empty, and she was obviously hungry.

Afterwards, Erya was busy feeding Yaya goat milk and forgot about naming her.

However, Song Yan had been thinking about it all the time. He borrowed a copy of the Book of Songs from Erlin and read through it.

The first thing I saw was: "Wen Yin is driving my horse, driving my horse."

"Wen Yin?" Song Yan quickly shook his head again. No, no, this name sounds quiet and delicate, which doesn't fit his Erya's personality at all.

Next came "Jia Rou", "Wan Yi" and "Jing Shu", all of which were rejected by Song Yan one by one.

"High banks become valleys, and deep valleys become hills."

"Picking the mulberry leaves, there is something to say."

It seems that "An Ling" and "Bo Yan" are both good, so write them down first.

Before they had even decided on a name for them, it was already the end of the month. Song Yan specially picked the 30th day and went to the county town.

In summer, the sun rises early. We set out at 1 a.m. and arrive at Yunshan County at 9 p.m.

Song Yan was in no hurry to go to the Thanos Gang. He first strolled leisurely around the market. He chose to come to the county town today specifically in order to catch the tenth small market.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going.

When passing by a small stall, Song Yan stopped and looked at the stall owner, who looked familiar. He thought, isn't this the vendor who sold him seeds before?

The vendor greeted him warmly, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Song Yan asked, "Do you have any seeds here?"

The vendor also recognized Song Yan, a big customer who had bought seeds from his stall.

He quickly replied: "Yes, yes, they are all fresh seeds brought back from the south."

Song Yan has been growing vegetables for a while, and he can already distinguish some common fruit and vegetable seeds.

When he saw that the bag was full of ordinary seeds, he was a little disappointed, so he asked, "Are there any rarer seeds?"

After hearing this, the vendor asked kindly: "What kind of seeds do you want? I will bring them back for you next time I go to the south."

Song Yan mentioned several seeds introduced from overseas, including tomatoes.

It is said that when tomatoes were first introduced into China, like peppers, they were initially used as ornamental plants, and were later gradually used as food.

So Song Yan explained to the vendor in detail the seeds he wanted and asked him to pay attention to ornamental plants.

The vendor nodded to indicate that he had made note of it.

If he could find some naturally, that would be even better. If not, he would bury a few tomato seeds in the mountains, and when they bore fruit, he would treat them as wild fruits picked from the mountains.

The more Song Yan thought about it, the more she felt that this was a good idea. Next time she went to pick fruit, she could secretly throw some tomato seeds in.

Song Yan looked at the other things on the stall, picked and chose, and finally bought two items.

Seeing a stall selling wontons on the road, he found a stool, sat down, and ordered two bowls of steaming wontons.

The wonton sellers were an elderly couple. Their faces were covered with deep wrinkles like ravines, but their smiles were kind and gentle, making Song Yan feel extremely cordial.

Song Yan couldn't help but think of her grandfather.

After retiring, my grandfather still couldn't sit still and volunteered to cook for people. Even though he was tired, he was happy every day.

The small wontons are all freshly cooked in a thick soup made from large bones. There are also side dishes such as pickled radishes and sour beans on the table.

After a while, bowls of fragrant wontons were cooked.

The mother-in-law came over with two bowls of wontons: "Here are your wontons, young man."

Song Yan picked up a small wonton with chopsticks. The wonton skin was rolled very thin. With a light bite, she could feel the smooth texture. The meat filling was delicious and the soup was also very fragrant.

After eating two bowls of wontons, Song Yan felt a little full, so he decided to go to the market to digest the food.

He strolled all the way to the county government office. Having been there several times, he became familiar with the doorman.

"Your young master is attending school again?"

The concierge smiled and said yes.

Song Yan handed over a letter and two kinds of food as usual: "Please pass it to your young master."

The concierge took the things and said, "The young master guessed that you might come in the next few days, and he has something to hand over to you. Please wait a moment."

After he finished speaking, he went in and took out a bag.

Song Yan took it and weighed it, and found it was quite heavy. Then he said goodbye to the doorman and went straight to the Thanos Gang.

The door was closed, so he knocked lightly a few times.

Wang Bolai opened the door and saw that it was Song Yan, so he shouted inside: "Xiao Song is here."

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Hui strode out.

Song Yan asked in surprise: "Brother Zhong, when did you come back?"

"I just came back a few days ago." Zhong Hui looked quite tanned, but in good spirits. "Come in first, and let's talk."

Entering the main hall, Song Yan found that Brother Ying, Hall Master Chen, and Hall Master Shen were all there.

There were still uncleared dishes on the table.

Brother Ying spoke first: "Brother Yan, sit here. Have you eaten yet? I'll ask the kitchen to prepare a few more dishes."

Song Yan sat down and said quickly, "No, no, I've already eaten."

Master Shen quickly cleaned the table and asked someone to make another pot of tea.

Brother Ying added: "I guessed you would come over in the next few days, so I waited for you at home and didn't go anywhere."

Hearing this, Song Yan asked casually, "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Brother Ying naturally said, "We two brothers haven't seen each other for such a long time, so we naturally need to sit down and have a long talk."

Song Yan waved her hand hastily: "Next time, I have to go home tonight and my children are still young."

Brother Ying said with some regret: "Okay then."

Song Yan turned around and asked Zhong Hui: "Brother Zhong, is everything going well?"

Zhong Hui handed over an account book: "Take a look at the account book first."

Song Yan took the account book and quickly flipped through a few pages. When he saw the final amount, he said in shock, "Four hundred taels?!"

Zhong Hui sighed, "It's a pity that we arrived too late. Just as we started to expand our business, the recipe was cracked by someone else. In addition, the labor cost in the prefectural city is high, and management is difficult."

Zhong Hui also brought a few brothers with him, but even so, their stalls were almost smashed.

It is extremely difficult to gain a foothold in the capital city without any connections.

This incident was like a bucket of cold water on the quick-witted Zhong Hui.

You can't be impatient when doing business, you have to proceed steadily step by step.

Song Yan listened while flipping through the account book.

Tofu skin was sold for six cents per pound, only one cent higher than the previous price.

Because fried tofu is fried, its price is naturally more expensive, but the cost also increases accordingly.

Zhong will try his best to keep the price within a reasonable range. After all, it is a tofu product. No matter how expensive it is, it can't be more expensive than pork.

Zhong Hui suddenly said, "By the way, I heard another piece of news when I was in the city this time."