Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The carriage slowly drove towards the suburbs.

Song Yan looked at Song Zhengdu carefully for a few times, and was relieved to see that he had not lost weight. She then asked about his life in the private school.

Song Zhengdu replied: "Everything is fine."

Song Yan thought of Ma Kaicheng and others who had just stayed to accompany him. With these classmates taking care of each other, there shouldn't be any big problems.

"But I'll have a mid-term exam when I go back next month, and I'm a little unsure." Song Zhengdu said.

Song Yan majored in ancient Chinese in college, so he had no difficulty in reading ancient books. However, when it came to imperial examinations, he was far inferior to Song Zhengdu.

His son Zhengdu has already learned to compose poetry. Both the parallelism and rhyme are very good and quite spiritual. Recalling the doggerel he wrote in college, well, it's better not to mention it.

Song Yan comforted him and said, "It's okay, just try your best. It doesn't matter if you fail the exam. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Song Zhengdu pursed his lips and said, "I will try my best."

"This is the reply letter from your Master Lin." Song Yan took out two letters, one of which was a reply letter that Lin Yifeng wrote hastily at noon.

Listening to the conversation between the two brothers, Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out to take a book from the bookshelf in the corner, and threw it accurately into Song Yan's arms: "Take it back and read it."

Song Yan picked up the book in his arms, feeling a little confused. There was no title on the cover. He opened the book, casually glanced at the contents, and then froze.

The pages of the book were densely covered with notes. He was very familiar with the handwriting, which was Shu Changyu's.

How come Shu Changyu even knows the meaning of scriptures?

As if seeing his confusion, Shu Changyu only said, "I took a few glances at it in my spare time."

Song Yan put away the book and said seriously, "Thank you."

Shu Changyu did not respond, but lowered his head and continued to flip through the book in his hand.

The carriage slowly drove into Zhangjia Village. Song Yan wanted the driver to stop at the entrance of the village, but unexpectedly the driver drove directly into the village.

At the entrance of the village, groups of middle-aged ladies were chatting under the trees. Their conversations ranged from trivial matters in their own families to gossip about neighboring villages. They talked about everything.

Suddenly, there was a sound of rapid horse hooves, and the voices stopped abruptly. They turned their heads and saw a carriage galloping towards the village.

An old lady's voice changed: "Am I seeing right? This is a horse-drawn carriage?!"

In this village, only donkey carts and ox carts are common, and horse carts are extremely rare. For modern people, this is like seeing a luxury Ferrari parading on the road.

The carriage did not stop at the entrance of the village, but drove all the way to the end of the village.

"Where are we going?" Mrs. Zhou stretched her neck and followed the carriage with her eyes.

Some people speculated: "Is he going to Dezi's house?"

Someone immediately retorted: "Dezi's family is not over there."

There were only a few families living at the end of the village, and everyone thought of the same person.

Some curious people followed the carriage to see where it was going.

After circling half of the village, we finally saw the carriage parked in front of the Song family’s door.

As expected, he went to the Song family.

Before the carriage reached the door of the house, the barking of Gousheng was heard.

Song Zhengdu got off the car first. Song Yan handed the backpack to him and then jumped out of the car herself.

He waved at Shu Changyu: "See you tomorrow."

Shu Changyu nodded slightly.

Song Wanzhou heard the voice and came out holding Yaya. Seeing Song Yan, she said in surprise: "Brother, you are back! Didn't you say you would stay in the county for two more days?"

Song Yan just said: "I came back after I finished my work."

Aunt Zhou, who was following the carriage stealthily, stood on tiptoe, peeked inside through the window, and vaguely saw a figure.

When the carriage drove away, she hurried forward, looked up and down at the robe on Song Yan, reached out and touched it: "Oh, Xiao Song, this fabric is so smooth, I'm afraid it's made of silk."

Song Yan recognized her; this was Zhang Ergou's mother.

Song Yan looked at the sharp nails on her hands and quickly dodged to the side: "Aunt, I borrowed this dress from someone, please don't damage it."

Aunt Zhou curled her lips and said, "Tsk, how stingy! What can a touch do? Can you break it?"

Song Yan resisted the urge to roll her eyes: "Aunt, do you have anything else to say?"

Aunt Zhou asked with a gossipy look on her face: "Xiao Song, who sent you back just now?"

Song Yan said a few perfunctorily and hurried into the house.

Aunt Zhou wanted to follow him in, but before she even stepped over the threshold, a large gray dog ​​started barking at her.

Everyone who has been to the Song family knows that his dog is very ferocious. No matter who you are, if you look unfamiliar, don't even think about stepping into the Song family's door.

Recently, no one in my family has dirty hands and feet. Even if you want to pick the flowers in the yard, you will see a big dog staring at you fiercely when you turn around.

Just ask if you are afraid of it!

Aunt Zhou cursed, "You damn dog, I'll stew you sooner or later."

As soon as she finished scolding, Gousheng barked even more fiercely, pounced directly at her calves, opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth, as if he wanted to bite her.

"You damn dog, just try to bite me!" Aunt Zhou was so panicked that she fled in a panic.

It was not until Aunt Zhou ran away that Song Zhengdu waved and called out, "Gousheng, come back!"

Song Yan had not been at home for two days, but the progress of building the house was not delayed.

When he entered the door, he looked in the direction of the new house. In the dim light of the night, he saw that the main house was half built, with only the roof beams missing. Now the side rooms on both sides of the main house were being built.

At this moment, Aunt Niu was washing dishes in the kitchen. Shi Tou and the others finished their work and went back home after dinner.

Hearing the noise outside, Aunt Niu came out and asked in surprise: "Xiao Song, why are you back?!"

Song Yan had no choice but to explain it again, saying that now that the matter was settled, he would simply bring Song Zhengdu back with him.

"You've worked hard these past two days, auntie. You can go back and have a rest first. I'll take care of the housework."

As Song Yan was about to roll up her sleeves to get back to work, she suddenly remembered that her wrist was still injured. If Aunt Niu saw it, she would definitely be scolded again, so she quickly put her hand down.

These wide sleeves make it really inconvenient to do work.

Song Yan went into the house, closed the door, and quickly changed into a coarse linen coat. Although the fabric was rough, it was very convenient to do work.

When she took off her outer robe and was left with only her inner garment, Song Yan couldn't help blushing when she thought that this was the clothes that Shu Changyu had worn.

It's all Lin Yifeng's fault! He didn't even remind him that the clothes belonged to Shu Changyu.

Cursing Lin Yifeng secretly in her heart, Song Yan quickly took off her inner clothes, folded them, and planned to wash and dry them tomorrow before returning them to Shu Changyu.

In the time it took to change clothes, it was already dark outside.

The oil lamp was lit in the kitchen. Aunt Niu was kneading dough. Song Wanzhou was holding Yaya and playing cat's tangle.

There was no sign of Song Zhengdu in the room. Song Yan looked more carefully and saw him squatting in front of the stove, making a fire.

All the food at home was eaten up, so Aunt Niu cooked two bowls of egg noodles for the two brothers.

After Song Yan finished her noodles and washed up, she climbed onto the bed and lay down.

He had taken a nap for an hour in the carriage in the afternoon and was not sleepy yet.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his consciousness entered the kitchen and began to rummage through the refrigerator.