Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Quarter of an hour later, Aunt Niu came back from the other side with a gloomy face.

Uncle Niu saw this and asked worriedly, "Why do you look so bad? What happened?"

Aunt Niu replied angrily: "Why are you asking so many questions? Just do your work."

Uncle Niu was confused by her sudden scolding and thought: It's so early in the morning, did she eat firecrackers? She's so angry.

"By the way, is Aniu back? I just seemed to hear his voice." He chased after Aunt Niu and asked.

"I don't know, don't ask me!"

At noon, Aniu walked out of the house. He ate his meal quietly, then silently picked up his hoe and went to the field.

His behavior seemed no different from usual, but his empty eyes made him look like a puppet that had lost its soul.

Uncle Niu and Aunt Niu saw it all and were worried, but they didn't know how to blame him at this time.

When the sun set, Song Yan's family had dinner. Song Yan went to see the big watermelon, then picked up Yaya and took a walk in the village.

When I strolled under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, I heard a group of aunties chatting happily, with their voices buzzing one after another.

Song Yan walked forward and listened for a while, and found that they were talking about Zhang Yue'er.

An auntie rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, you didn't see the faces of Dezi and his wife, their chins were raised to the sky."

"You're just someone's concubine. What's there to be proud of?" said another auntie disdainfully.

"That's not the case. The Huang family also gave a betrothal gift. Guess how much it was?" the aunt asked mysteriously.

"How much? Tell me quickly." Everyone around came over curiously.

The lady pointed her finger proudly and said, "Twenty taels of silver!"

Everyone took a deep breath and couldn't believe it: "Give so much silver."

"That's right! That doesn't include some other fabrics, even chickens, ducks and fish are included." The aunt continued.

An auntie enviously said, "Why didn't I raise such a good daughter?"

Song Yan couldn't stand listening halfway through and was about to leave when she caught a glimpse of Aniu coming back from the field carrying a hoe. He was tall but looked particularly lonely.

As the first rays of morning sunlight had just spread over the top of the mountain, Shitou carried a heavy load of firewood and walked steadily down the mountain path.

He came to the door of Song Yan's house, put the firewood down gently, and then shouted loudly into the house: "Xiao Song, I put this firewood here for you."

Song Yan's clear voice came from inside the room: "Okay, Brother Shitou, wait a moment."

Shitou wiped the sweat from his forehead, and heard a "creak" sound from behind him, and the door opened. He looked back and saw Aniu coming out with a hatchet in his hand.

"Aniu, you're up working so early." Shitou greeted him with a smile.

Ah Niu looked at the load of firewood at the door of the Song family, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and his voice was a little low: "Brother Shitou."

At this time, Song Yan came out of the house, counting out ten coins in his hand, and handed them to Shitou: "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Shitou."

"It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning." Shitou took the copper coin and stuffed it into his clothes casually. "I carry a load of firewood to the town to sell, and it's only this price. I have to get up early and walk for a long time. That's tiring."

"I'm leaving." Shitou chatted for a few words and then went back with his carrying pole.

Song Yan turned around and saw Aniu holding a hatchet and preparing to go out. She asked casually, "Aniu, are you going up the mountain to chop wood too?"

Ah Niu responded softly and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but found it difficult to speak.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter, "Brother Song, let me fetch you some water."

Song Yan was about to say no, he had gone to fetch water this morning, but when he saw Aniu hanging his head, he immediately changed his words: "That's great, I happened to get up late today and didn't have time to fetch water."

Hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Aniu's face.

Song Yan sighed secretly in her heart, wondering when this silly boy would be able to get over this emotional pain.

Back in the house, Song Yan immediately poured all the water in the water tank into the pot, then raised her voice and asked, "Erlin and Erya, who of you wants to take a bath?"

Erya was a little speechless: "Brother, who would take a shower so early in the morning?"

"If you don't want to wash, then let Erlin come." Song Yan turned and looked at Erlin.

Erlin showed a helpless expression, then raised the little guy in his arms and said, "Let Yaya wash it."

So Yaya was forced to take a hot bath early in the morning.

Not long after, Aniu brought over two loads of water and refilled his water tank.

Aniu seemed to have accepted the fact that Zhang Yue'er had become the concubine of the young master of the Huang family.

That day, when the family sat down to eat, he mentioned the incident calmly, without much emotion in his voice.

Uncle Niu seemed very surprised: "Is it Zhang Yue'er from Dezi's family?"

Ah Niu nodded silently.

Aunt Niu was very calm, but she did not mention the matter of finding a partner for Niu again. She said it was not appropriate to bring it up now and she would wait until the end of the year.

She turned to ask Ah Niu: "You came back so suddenly, have you paid all your wages?"

Ah Niu replied in a muffled voice: "It's over."

"That's it. Don't go to Mr. Huang's place anymore." There was a barely perceptible worry in Aunt Niu's eyes.

Ah Niu took a few bites of rice, but felt that the food in his mouth became tasteless. He lowered his head and said in a vague voice: "I understand."

Aunt Niu added, "Look how good Xiao Song is to you. He lent you eight taels of silver. Anyway, you have nothing to do now that you are back, so go and help Xiao Song's family."

It’s better to be busy so that you won’t think about those things.

Song Yan yawned lazily. Ever since Ah Niu came back, Song Yan started to live a decadent life again, mainly because she had nothing to do.

I don’t even feel like reading novels lately, and I’m still stuck at the part where the hero meets the third female lead.

Erlin in his family was still working hard to prepare for the spring examination.

The male protagonist spends all day traveling around with the third female character, flirting with them, which makes people angry just watching.

So Song Yan put the novel aside for the time being and would continue reading it when she was in the mood.

Two days later, the big cat quietly came to the door of Song Yan's house again. When it was chasing Gou Sheng, it was caught by Song Yan.

He couldn't help but stroke the big cat hard until it purred with satisfaction.

After eating and drinking, the big cat licked its paws gracefully, then slipped away quickly like a flash of lightning.

Around 9:00 p.m., Goudan and a few other kids passed by Song Yan's house. They shouted to Song Yan to go to the mountain to pick wild fruits together.

Song Yan picked up the basket and set off with them.

When they arrived at the valley, Song Yan secretly buried a few tomato seeds in the soil while no one was paying attention.

If it germinates successfully, it will bear fruit in three or four months.

Thinking about being able to eat tomatoes in September and October, Song Yan suddenly felt hopeful about the future.

Finally, she brought back a basket full of mulberries, golden cherries and jujubes. Song Yan washed them and put them in the yard to dry for two days.

He carefully wrapped the mulberries with oil paper. When he wanted to drink some, he would just throw two mulberries into the cup and soak them. The taste was really healthy and pleasant.

Song Yan thought, it is said that people in ancient times had a short lifespan, so he must live well and stay healthy until he is in his seventies or eighties.

As for the golden cherry and jujube, they taste a bit astringent and are more suitable for making wine.

He remembered that there seemed to be two bottles of high-concentration liquor in the kitchen, which were given to him by friends, but he had never been willing to drink them.

Take it out after a while and soak it with golden cherry and jujube.

In the evening, the sun slowly sank into the horizon, and the afterglow filled the yard.

As usual, Song Yan carefully checked the watermelons planted under the windowsill.

One of the watermelons was particularly eye-catching. It weighed about three or four pounds and was as big as a basketball.

Song Yan gently tapped the rind of the watermelon, listened to the sound, and estimated in his mind that in a few days, this big watermelon should be ripe.

They had only been relaxing for two days when the village chief returned from the county town and told them that the emperor had passed away and all marriages were prohibited during the period of national mourning.

Let those who are planning to marry off their daughters this month stop for a moment.

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh and thought: Why didn't this emperor die a few days earlier?