Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Big Brother turned around and his eyes fell on the tightly wrapped figure in front of him, but he was unable to recognize him for a moment.

He couldn't help but feel alert and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Yan touched the mask on his face and laughed, "It's me, Xiao Song."

It turned out to be the Song family kid. The elder brother smiled: "Xiao Song, don't you feel hot covering yourself like this?"

Song Yan sighed helplessly: "It's hot, but there's nothing I can do about it. The wheat awns prick me and my whole body itches uncomfortably."

The elder brother sighed softly: "Well, we all got through this. Just bear with it and it will pass."

After hearing this, Song Yan became depressed.

Song Yan experienced the unbearable itching caused by wheat awn allergy once, and only then did she truly understand the hardships and difficulties faced by grassroots farmers.

The stone roller rolled back and forth on the ground. After a round of crushing, the eldest brother picked up a wooden fork and skillfully broke up the compacted wheat straw, allowing the wheat grains to fall out of the straw.

Then, the old man waved the whip, drove the donkey, pulled the stone roller to continue turning, and began to grind the wheat.

Song Yan stood aside and observed for a while, then strolled to other people's wheat fields and found that every household was busy grinding wheat.

Some villagers had no livestock, so they used flails to beat the wheat on the ground.

Almost the whole family, young and old, joined in the battle.

In this day and age, everyone is trying their best to have enough food to eat.

In the following days, Song Yan no longer wandered around, but made full preparations for the upcoming grain harvest.

These days, Song Yan gets up before dawn and goes out to "buy" a few pounds of pork belly.

The weather has been hot and humid recently, so meat cannot be stored well, and it is best to eat fresh meat. Therefore, Song Yan only took out two or three pounds of meat at a time, which was enough for them to eat for a day.

On the day of the Beginning of Autumn, there happened to be a national mourning, and the villagers no longer avoided eating and drinking excessively.

Especially during the autumn harvest season, if you don’t eat some oily and meaty food, you won’t even have the energy to work.

After the wheat of each household in the village was harvested, it was time to harvest Song Yan's two acres of wheat.

The day before harvesting wheat, Song Yan went to the villagers and bought two live chickens.

Everything is ready, just waiting for someone to come.

The next morning, Dongsheng and his parents came at the right time, as their family had just finished harvesting the wheat.

After half a month, Dongsheng was tanned and lost a lot of weight.

Not to mention Dongsheng, even Aniu, who was as strong as a bull, was exhausted these days.

Taking advantage of the cool morning weather, Song Yan followed them to the fields.

Just in case, Song Yan took a tablet of loratadine in advance.

Then he put on a mask and a straw hat, tied his cuffs and trouser legs tightly, hung a wet towel around his neck, and when he was fully armed, he grabbed a sickle and ran straight into the wheat field.

Song Yan also called the twins, a boy and a girl, because as the eldest brother, he had to go to the fields, and he couldn't just stand by and take care of the two younger ones.

As for Yaya, she will be temporarily entrusted to Aunt Niu to help take care of her.

The Niu family’s wheat has been harvested. After drying it for a few days, now it’s time to thresh the wheat, which is not an easy job.

But it’s not a problem to take care of the kids at the same time.

Dongsheng's family all brought their own sickles. Once they arrived at the wheat field, they didn't say much and just started working hard.

Dongsheng took off his shoes and stepped on the ground barefoot. After losing his right hand, his feet became more flexible.

He rolled up a handful of wheat with his right foot, squatted slightly, held the sickle tightly in his left hand, and cut the wheat ears in one go. His movements were swift and his speed was no less than that of the experienced Ah Niu and his companions.

Song Yan observed quietly for a moment, and a sense of respect welled up in his heart, feeling inferior to him.

He, Aniu, and Dongsheng's family were harvesting wheat in the fields, while Erlin and Erya were responsible for bundling the harvested wheat.

Erlin and Erya had never done the job of bundling wheat before. At first, their movements seemed clumsy, and the wheat was not tied tightly enough and easily fell apart.

Gradually, he became more skilled and the wheat bundles became more and more neat and solid.

After binding wheat for a whole morning, red marks began to appear on the hands of the two men, and they felt a dull pain.

But the twins still worked silently, and even the somewhat spoiled Erya did not complain.

As the sun slowly rose to the zenith, Song Yan felt hot and uncomfortable wearing a mask.

When the heat became unbearable, he put down his sickle, ran to the shade of a tree, took off his mask, and greedily breathed in the fresh air.

I don’t know if it was because he took anti-allergic drugs or because he was wrapped too tightly, but this time he didn’t have an allergic reaction, he just felt a little short of breath.

Song Yan grabbed the wet towel around her neck and wiped the sweat off her face. She saw that the sun was approaching noon and it was time to go back and cook.

Aniu and Dongsheng's family are stubborn and would definitely not accept wages directly. So Song Yan tried her best to cook some meat for them to nourish their bodies.

"Dongsheng, don't go back at noon. Stay for lunch." Song Yan gave him a reminder and went back to cook.

This time, Dongsheng did not refuse and said "OK" shyly.

Dongsheng's parents also said that it would be fine to just cook something simple and there was no need to make it too complicated.

After Song Yan returned, he first grabbed a chicken and took it across the street to ask Aunt Niu to help slaughter it.

At this time, Uncle Niu and Aunt Niu were busy threshing wheat, while Yaya was sitting at the door, playing with the puppet obediently.

Seeing the little girl's well-behaved appearance, Song Yan called her softly, "Yaya."

Yaya's black eyes turned and she looked at him, stretching out her little hands for a hug.

Song Yan walked over and gently touched her little head: "Brother has something else to do, I will pick you up later."

Yaya's little mouth pouted, as if she felt a little aggrieved and was about to cry. Song Yan hurriedly coaxed her softly.

After finally making the little girl happy, Song Yan hurried home, took out a bag of flour, added water and kneaded it into dough, planning to steam buns for lunch.

Knead the dough until it is smooth, then place it on the steamer and cover the pot. As the temperature slowly rises, the steam penetrates into every inch of the dough, and the dough quickly becomes puffy and soft.

At this time, Aunt Niu came in with a slaughtered chicken. Seeing Song Yan busy in the kitchen, she asked, "Xiao Song, can you handle it by yourself?"

While waiting for the steamed buns to be cooked, Song Yan began to prepare other dishes.

He picked a few fresh cucumbers from the vegetable garden, washed them and cut them into pieces, preparing to make a refreshing cucumber salad.

Song Yan said without even raising her head: "Aunt, I'm busy now, remember to come over for lunch."

Aunt Niu saw Song Yan busy shuttling between the stove and the chopping board, her movements skillful and orderly.

She went back with peace of mind.

Then, Song Yan took out another piece of pork belly, cut it into small pieces, marinated it with cooking wine, soy sauce and spices, and prepared to make braised pork.

After a while, the steamed buns were ready. Song Yan opened the lid of the pot, and a stream of steaming white mist blew in her face, carrying the fragrance of steamed buns.

The braised pork rolled in the pot, making an enticing sizzling sound. Song Yan turned the meat slices from time to time to ensure that each side was evenly heated and the meat was tender and crispy.

At noon, Aniu and his friends came back from the fields.

Song Yan carried a basket of freshly steamed buns and walked to the Niu family across the street. At this time, the Niu family had already set up a large table.

After working hard for a whole morning, everyone was hungry. As soon as they washed their hands, they couldn't wait to grab the steamed buns and started eating them in big mouthfuls.

Erlin no longer cared about his image and wolfed down the steamed buns.

Then Song Yan went back and brought back some meat and vegetables. He said in advance: "Don't be polite to me. Only when you are full can you have the strength to work."

Hearing this, Dongsheng's parents wanted to say something polite, but they had to swallow their words back. They were still too reserved to pick up their chopsticks.

Seeing this, Song Yan picked up the braised pork and put it in their bowls: "Uncle and aunt, eat quickly."

Dongsheng's parents then tremblingly stretched out their chopsticks.

When I picked up the braised pork, I found that the whole piece of meat was covered with rich sauce. When I put it in my mouth, I was instantly amazed.

The skin of the braised pork is slightly crispy, but the meat inside is extremely tender.

It smells really good.

They had never eaten such delicious braised pork in their entire lives.

Dongsheng's family ate the braised pork and stewed chicken in small bites, cherishing every bite.

After eating, everyone took a short rest and then returned to the fields in high spirits to continue harvesting wheat.

Erlin was about to follow them when Song Yan called out to him, "Erlin and Erya, you two should take a break first. The sun is too strong at noon. Be careful not to get a heat stroke."

He then said, "Erlin, help me light the fire."

"Erya, go get Yaya back and take care of her this afternoon. Don't go to the fields."

Arya, who had a sullen look on her face just now, immediately became cheerful after hearing this: "I'll go get Yaya back right away."

Having said that, she ran away happily.

Song Yan did not rush to go to the fields. Instead, she put the mung beans soaked in the morning into the pot and slowly simmered them. Soon, the mung beans were cooked soft, the soup became thick, and exuded a faint fragrance.

After the mung bean soup was cooked, Song Yan added a few pieces of maltose and sprinkled a handful of osmanthus to add a bit of sweetness.

While Erlin wasn't paying attention, Song Yan quietly scooped up a bowl of mung bean soup and put it in the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Half an hour later, the mung bean soup was frozen cold. Take it out, gently scoop up a spoonful and put it into your mouth. The cool soup slowly melted on the tip of your tongue, and you would immediately feel a cool and pleasant feeling, which would refresh you.

At the hottest time of the afternoon, Song Yan came to the field carrying a pot of mung bean soup.

He shouted loudly: "Aniu, Dongsheng, both of you take a break and come over to have a bowl of mung bean soup!"

Hearing Song Yan's voice, Dongsheng's parents stopped what they were doing and came over to drink a bowl of mung bean soup.

The mung bean soup was already cold and tasted sweet. After two bowls of mung bean soup, Dongsheng's parents felt much cooler and had more energy to work.

Song Yan's family only had two acres of wheat, and with four or five people working together, they harvested the wheat in less than a day.

After Aniu finished bundling the wheat in his hands, he immediately went back and pulled a cart over.

Song Yan picked up a bundle of wheat on the ground and put it on the cart.

When the cart was full, Aniu picked up the rope and tied the wheat tightly.

"Okay." Aniu said, and was about to push the cart.

"I can do it." Song Yan pushed the cart full of wheat and walked towards home.