Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The two sat down and chatted about family matters while drinking tea. He Fang suddenly mentioned another matter mysteriously.

"Have you heard about it?" He Fang said with a gossipy look on his face, "Just a few days ago, I accompanied my wife back to her parents' home and saw another good show."

Song Yan also became interested and asked curiously, "What's going on?"

He Fang continued with great interest: "The last time you went into the mountains to hunt tigers, wasn't there a young man in the village whose arm was bitten off by a tiger?"

Song Yan immediately understood that He Fang was talking about Dongsheng.

"What's wrong with Dongsheng?" Song Yan asked.

These days, Dongsheng came to his house a few times to help with fertilizing and weeding. He always came before dawn and left after finishing his work at noon, without even staying for lunch.

Although he lost his right hand, his left hand is still flexible and does not affect his work at all.

This shows how resilient he is, even Song Yan has to admire him.

He Fang was also a little surprised: "You know him?"

"We know each other," Song Yan said, "Brother, please continue."

"You weren't there that day, so you don't know how exciting it was. Dongsheng's family called all their cousins ​​and smashed another family in the village to pieces, breaking all the pots and pans." He Fang said with his hands and gestures.

Song Yan's eyes widened: "Why is this?"

He Fang explained the whole story in a deep voice: "I heard from Dongsheng that when they were facing the tiger together, someone secretly pushed him, which caused him to fall and the tiger bit off his arm."

Song Yan was so shocked after hearing this that he said, "How could such a thing happen?!"

He Fang shook his head with emotion: "This young man is really patient. When he was carried down, he did not immediately identify the person who pushed him. Instead, he endured it for two months before seeking revenge."

A guess flashed through Song Yan's mind: "Perhaps at that time, he was not sure whether he could survive."

After all, Dongsheng was the only one who knew about that incident, and there were no witnesses. Even if he told it, what would happen if the other party denied it?

It will only add worry and anger to parents.

If Dongsheng really didn't survive, his parents would vent all their resentment on each other, and even create hatred in the village, making their future lives even more difficult.

He Fang was filled with anger after hearing this: "I never thought that people from the same village could be so sinister."

"Now the whole village knows about it. That kid's reputation is ruined. Who will dare to associate with his family in the future?"

After chatting with He Fang for a few words, Song Yan looked up and saw that the sun was already high above his head, so he stood up and said goodbye.

On the way home, he unexpectedly saw a vendor selling ice cream. When he asked the price, Song Yan was shocked. It was too expensive. He thought he'd better forget it.

It's not that he can't afford it, but he thinks it's not cost-effective. He can make ice in his own refrigerator, but he just lacks a suitable excuse to use it.

Song Yan found a secluded corner and took out two pounds of bayberry, a small piece of pork, and half a chicken from the refrigerator.

When we arrived under the osmanthus tree outside the silk shop, Uncle Dazhu had been waiting there for a long time.

Song Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and got on the donkey cart: "Uncle, let's go back. It's really hot today."

Uncle Dazhu saw that he was so afraid of the heat, so he laughed and joked: "This is just the beginning. When we harvest rice in a few days, then it will be really hot."

Hearing this, Song Yan wanted to lie down and rest even more.

But it doesn't matter, he has already found help.

If it really doesn't work, use money to solve it.

When they got home, Song Yan took out the small cherries she bought in town and gave half a bag to Uncle Dazhu: "Uncle, take them back and let the children taste them."

Uncle Dazhu couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it.

Song Yan took out the ice cubes only when she arrived at her doorstep, fearing that the ice cubes would melt if she was delayed on the road for too long.

As soon as he entered the house, he immediately put the ice into a jar and wrapped it with thick clothes to isolate it from the high temperature outside and slow down the melting of the ice.

"Brother, what are you hiding?" Erya came over and took a look at the tightly wrapped earthenware jar.

"Ice." Song Yan said.

When she heard that it was not food, Arya immediately lost interest.

Afterwards, Song Yan took out the small cherries and bayberries she brought back from the town and gave some to Erlin and Erya.

Then pour the remaining bayberries into a clay pot and start to slowly cook the bayberry soup. The sweet and sour aroma gradually fills the entire kitchen.

Song Yan put half a chicken into the pot and steamed it for a quarter of an hour.

After the chicken is cooked, rinse it with cold water, tear the chicken into thin strips, add cucumber shreds, fried peanuts, and coriander to mix together.

The shredded chicken is delicate and tender, with a delicious taste, and paired with crispy shredded cucumber, it is even more refreshing to eat.

The small piece of pork that was not eaten was marinated with salt and saved for cooking in the evening.

The bayberry soup is finally ready. Its bright red color and rich sour taste make people salivate and their saliva secretion accelerates.

After the bayberry soup cooled down, he poured in honey.

After pouring the honey, Song Yan glanced at the jar and found that there was only a thin layer of honey left. He thought to himself that he should remember to buy some more next time he went to the county town.

Then he opened the jar wrapped in thick clothes and saw that the ice inside was still half melted.

But there was enough ice left.

As soon as the ice cubes touched the bayberry soup, they immediately made a pleasant "sizzling" sound, and the sweet and sour aroma filled the air.

Song Yan scooped up a spoonful of bayberry soup and took a sip. It was sour, sweet and rich, and refreshing, as if it instantly dispelled all the summer heat.

He couldn't help but drink a few more sips and felt refreshed.

Erya finished a bowl of bayberry soup, licked her lips with satisfaction, and looked at Song Yan eagerly, wanting to drink another bowl.

Song Yan reminded her: "Don't drink too much cold drinks, or you'll get a stomachache."

Afterwards, Song Yan picked up a large bowl of iced bayberry soup and walked quickly towards the Niu family.

Aunt Niu touched the wall of the bowl and found it icy cold. She couldn't help but look at Song Yan with a condemning look, as if saying that he was too extravagant.

Song Yan said, "Aunt, remember to return the bowl later." Then she ran away.

Aunt Niu said unhappily, "This boy, is he afraid that I will take a bite of his food?"

Uncle Niu said cheerfully, "It's because I'm afraid you'll talk about him."

Aunt Niu rolled her eyes at him and said helplessly, "You think I'm annoying people by saying this all the time? It's because I'm worried that he's spending money lavishly and has no sense of propriety."

Uncle Niu took a sip of the iced bayberry soup, which was cool and refreshing, and tasted really good. He said slowly: "When he gets married in the future, his wife will naturally take care of his money, so you don't need to worry about it."

Aunt Niu pondered and said, "You are right. Xiao Song is not young anymore. It is time for him to get married. He will be in mourning for two months. It is time to prepare for it."

Uncle Niu said, "You should worry about our Ah Niu first."

"I have already taken a fancy to the girl from Zhengming's family. When Aniu comes back, I will take him to see her..." Aunt Niu said excitedly.

Uncle Niu joked, "If you keep talking, the bayberry soup will get hot."

"Leave two sips for me, you greedy old thing." Aunt Niu quickly snatched the bowl from his hand and drank two sips. It was cool and tasted really good.

It would be great if I could drink it often in the hot summer.

But when she thought about the price of ice, Aunt Niu gave up the idea. It would be more practical to save the money and find a wife for Ah Niu.

After drinking a bowl of iced bayberry soup, your body and mind will feel refreshed, and even the hot summer days don't seem so unbearable.

Time passed quietly, and two days went by in the blink of an eye.

That morning, Song Yan got up and went to the river to fetch water, and saw Aniu coming back carrying a bag.