Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"Enough, enough, let me take it easy." Song Yan felt so bad that she wanted to pinch her philtrum.

After traveling back to ancient times, he deeply realized the heavy tax burden. No wonder even Confucius once lamented: "A harsh government is more ferocious than a tiger."

He raised his hand, patted Erlin's shoulder heavily, and suddenly said something puzzling: "I rely on you to lead me so far."

Although Erlin was stunned, he quickly understood what Song Yan meant. He smiled bitterly and nodded, a trace of helplessness on his face, feeling the heavy pressure on his shoulders.

"I'll try my best." Erlin said finally.

The wheat would be ready for harvest after one more day of drying. Song Yan had just finished harvesting the wheat and before she had time to catch her breath, it was time to harvest the rice.

When he thought about the six acres of rice waiting for him to harvest, Song Yan wanted to lie down again.

Song Yan gritted his teeth and encouraged himself in his heart: "It's just six acres of land, let's do it!"

He quickly got up, called Shitou and the two older brothers who had helped him with the rice planting, and asked them to come and harvest the rice together.

Shitou had finished his farm work and had some free time.

Fortunately, Song Yan's family planted their rice half a month later than other families. Otherwise, if it happened to be when every household was harvesting wheat, no one would be able to shake the rice.

As August came, the morning air became cooler. Song Yan put on a straw hat, picked up a sickle, and went out.

Erlin was busy making breakfast, and Erya had to wait until Yaya woke up and fed her rice porridge before she could free her hands to work.

When Song Yan arrived at the field, they had already harvested half an acre of rice.

Dongsheng and his family also arrived early, but Dongsheng did not participate in the rice harvesting. Instead, he was assigned to thresh the rice.

Considering that Dongsheng only had one hand and it was inconvenient for him to cut rice, Shitou asked him to swing the rice.

Dongsheng knew that Shitou had good intentions, so he did not refuse. To him, as long as he could help, whether it was harvesting rice or threshing rice, it was equally important.

The mixing bucket used for threshing rice was borrowed from someone unknown. A bamboo mat was hung next to it to prevent the rice from scattering when it was threshing.

Song Yan simply put down the sickle in her hand and helped to harvest the rice.

With each powerful beating, the rice ears made a rustling sound in the air, and the golden grains fluttered like drizzle and fell on the laid mat.

After harvesting an acre of rice, the mixing barrel is also full of rice. Use a dustpan to scoop it up, put it into a sack, and then carry it onto a flatbed truck.

Song Yan pushed the fully loaded flatbed cart and said to Dongsheng, "I'm going to go back first and have breakfast. Dongsheng, have you guys had breakfast?"

Dongsheng said: "I have already eaten."

"Okay then." Song Yan raised his voice again and asked the other brothers, "Brothers, have you had breakfast?"

The older brothers heard his shout and responded loudly: "We have all eaten."

The rice was pulled directly to the Niu family's yard and spread out on the ground to dry.

Aunt Niu came over with a rake and helped rake the rice.

"Auntie, thank you for your hard work here." Song Yan said gratefully.

Aunt Niu answered readily, "Don't cook for yourself at noon. Come to my place to eat. And don't forget to bring Yaya over. I'll help take care of her for you."

"Okay." Song Yan quickly returned home, and Erlin had already cooked a big pot of steaming noodles.

Yaya just woke up and was babbling, looking very cute.

After breakfast, Song Yan picked up Yaya and took her to Aunt Niu across the street, leaving her in her care. Then she took Erlin and Erya to the fields to work again.

When they returned to the field, Aniu and his friends had already mowed half an acre of land at an astonishing speed.

As for Dongsheng, since he was the only one threshing rice, he naturally could not keep up with the speed of six people harvesting rice, and several piles of rice ears had already piled up in the field.

After all, threshing rice is a job that requires great strength. Dongsheng alone has to face the same amount of rice being cut by six people. Unless he has three heads and six arms, it would be difficult for him to keep up.

With the addition of Song Yan and the twins, the speed of threshing rice increased significantly.

After half an hour, Song Yan's right hand was already sore from shaking it, so he had to switch to his left hand to continue.

Turning to look at Dongsheng, he was still silent, tightly holding the heavy ears of rice, and every swing was accompanied by beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.

His lips were dry and chapped, obviously he hadn't moisturized them for a long time.

Song Yan frowned and said, "Dongsheng, go and have a rest and drink some water. We will switch to harvesting rice later and let them come over to thresh the rice."

Dongsheng pulled the corners of his dry mouth, nodded, sat down on the edge of the field, picked up the kettle, and drank water in big gulps.

Although he tried his best to hide it, his trembling left hand revealed his fatigue.

Then, Song Yan and Aniu took over and threshed the rice, while Song Yan and Dongsheng's family turned to harvest the rice.

The two groups took turns working, and after a morning of hard work, they finally managed to finish mowing the three acres of land.

At noon, Aunt Niu's voice came, asking them to go back for dinner. Song Yan carried two sacks of rice onto the cart and pushed it back home.

After lunch, Song Yan did not rest. She asked Aunt Niu to cook a pot of mung bean soup and then went back to the fields.

We will try to harvest all the rice on the six acres of land today.

The afternoon sun was like a blazing fire, making Song Yan dizzy.

While resting under the shade of a tree, he finally couldn't help but take out a piece of ice from the refrigerator and put it in his mouth. The instant coolness refreshed him.

The ice cubes slowly melted in Song Yan's mouth. She closed her eyes and felt the coolness spreading deep in her throat, as if a clear spring was flowing in her body.

He exhaled gently, as if all the heat was released.

The breeze under the shade of the tree brought a hint of coolness. Song Yan leaned against the tree trunk, enjoying this brief tranquility.

I'm so tired. I really want to quit.

Of course he was just thinking about it.

The twins didn't even complain of being tired, but he, as the eldest brother, lay down first. How could he have the face to educate his younger siblings in the future?

The ice gradually melted, the dryness in her throat was relieved, and Song Yan opened her eyes and cheered herself up again.

He stood up, dusted himself off, picked up his sickle, and went back to the field.

As the sun slowly sank into the horizon, there was still half an acre of rice left in the field that had not been harvested.

No one wanted to put it off until tomorrow, so they took advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun and mowed the last half acre of land in one go.

Song Yan dropped the sickle in his hand and excitedly rushed towards the straw pile, rolling on it like a child.

"Yeah! Finally done, time to finish work!" he cheered, his voice full of relief and joy.

Brother Shitou looked at Song Yan's excitement and couldn't help but laugh: "Look at Xiao Song, he's as happy as a child."

Although everyone looked a little tired, Song Yan's happy mood infected everyone present, and smiles appeared on the faces of the older brothers.

Dongsheng's parents also smiled with relief, and the burden in their hearts seemed to dissipate with the harvest of the last bunch of rice.

In the darkness of the night, they almost floated back home.

The Niu family had already lit the oil lamps, and Aunt Niu shouted, "It's time to eat!"

Everyone stretched out their chopsticks tremblingly. After a whole day of harvesting rice, their hands could hardly hold the chopsticks.

After the meal, Song Yan saw the brothers off first and gave each of them thirty cents as wages.

For such hard physical work, Song Yan felt that paying twenty cents was too little and felt bad about it, so he finally decided to pay thirty cents.

When Song Yan finally sent Dongsheng and his family back home, she did not pay them, but gave Dongsheng a small paper bag and told him, "Take it home and drink some every day."

He couldn't see clearly what was in the darkness, and it felt like a small package. Dongsheng didn't refuse and accepted it silently.

When he got home and opened the paper package in the dim light of the oil lamp, Dongsheng was stunned.

Dongsheng's parents were also very tired. They couldn't see clearly at night, so they asked, "What is that?"

Dongsheng bit his lip and whispered, "It's ginseng beard."

Dongsheng's parents were also stunned, and then tears welled up in their eyes.

Xiao Song is such a kind person.