Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

In his previous life, Song Yan ran the small shop left by his grandfather. Later, he often traveled all over the country to make videos, and he never bought a house in the city.

But occasionally I have heard friends complain that decoration is troublesome. Every time they go to check the progress of the decoration of the new house, they have to bring a few packs of cigarettes to the decoration master.

After all, if you accept someone's cigarettes, you will naturally be more attentive when doing things.

If you don't give it, the decorator won't say anything and will just do his job perfunctorily.

If you meet someone with a narrow mind, he will deliberately sabotage you behind your back.

They are professionals and won't let you see it. You will only realize how big the trouble is when problems arise later.

At that time, Song Yan comforted his friend with a few words of sympathy, but he didn't expect that things would change and after he traveled to ancient times, the same thing would happen to him.

Song Yan rubbed his forehead and exhaled slowly, "Brother, this is not your fault."

Song Yanben also wanted better treatment so that everyone would work harder, but it was his fault that he did not see the greedy nature of human nature.

No matter how thoughtful he is, there will always be people who are not satisfied.

A pinch of rice can turn a pinch of rice into a grudge, it's just like this.

Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "That's easy. I have a way to deal with them."

Shitou said hurriedly: "You say."

"I'll go with you later. When you get angry, I'll be there to persuade you."

Just use one bad guy and one good guy, and I guarantee they will be completely subdued and will never dare to cause trouble again.

Song Yan smiled and said, "But I will be blamed again."

Shitou said indifferently: "Xiao Song, you gave the job to me because you trust me. Even if they complain about me, I have to do your job well."

"Okay." Song Yan said, "Let's go over there, and just follow what I say later."

The new house has been half built, the walls of the main house have been built, and the remaining parts are the left and right wing rooms.

At this time, Scareye was holding a shovel, mixing the clay absent-mindedly.

His mind was full of thoughts about what Shitou was talking about with Xiao Song at the moment.

Maybe he is talking about what happened at noon.

Fortunately, he didn't build that wall, so it can't be blamed on him.

Scar-Eye glanced at Hezi who was working with his head down. He looked honest and simple, but he didn't expect that he was actually a mean-spirited person.

Others also murmured in their hearts.

You said you, if you wanted to cause trouble, you just did it secretly. You made it so conspicuous, and even got caught by Shi Tou. Who else should I blame but you?

Scareye stopped and wanted to take a break. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that the door of the next courtyard was opened, and Song Yan and Shitou were walking towards this side.

He quickly picked up the shovel beside him and began to pretend to be busy.

The others also quickened their bricklaying movements and were extremely active.

Song Yan was still holding a kettle in her hand and said, "Everyone must be tired. Let's drink some water and take a rest first."

Seeing Song Yan coming over with a smile, the worries in their hearts fell. Well, Song Yan is a kind-hearted person who would not care about such a small matter.

Song Yan poured another bowl of water for He Zi and said enthusiastically, "Brother He Zi, come and have a drink of water too."

Kazuko took the bowl with both hands and thanked him repeatedly.

Song Yan walked around the low wall on the side. The wall that was previously built unevenly had been knocked down and was being rebuilt.

There was no cement at that time, so walls were built using mortar as an adhesive.

Cement is a mixture of lime, clay (loess), fine sand and other materials in a certain proportion.

Some wealthy families will add some glutinous rice juice to enhance the adhesion.

The next step in building the wall is to use cement as an adhesive to build up the blue bricks layer by layer.

After each layer of blue bricks is laid, the cement is gently compacted with a wooden hammer to make the wall more compact and solid.

Seeing Song Yan staring at the wall without saying anything, Hezi felt a little nervous.

After a while, Song Yan asked casually, "Brother Hezi, did you build this wall?"

Kazuko's hand holding the large earthenware bowl trembled, and she said hesitantly, "Yes."

Song Yan shook her head. "Brother Shitou is really too picky. I think the wall is well built. Why did you bother to knock it down?"

Hezi said dryly: "Yes, yes."

Scar-Eye on the side also agreed, that’s right, it’s just a little bumpy, no need to make such a fuss about it.

"Xiao Song, you are young and don't know the importance of this wall." Shi Tou walked up and said with a stern face.

"When building a wall, every brick and tile must fit perfectly. There can be no room for sloppiness."

"You can see that the wall is only slightly uneven now, but over time, rainwater seeps in, weathering and erosion will cause water to seep through the wall."

Song Yan patted his forehead and said suddenly, "I see. I've never done bricklaying work before, so I really don't know."

Everyone looked embarrassed. Xiao Song didn't know about bricklaying work because he hadn't done any work. How could they, as experienced veterans, not know about it?

Just because Song Yan looks young and easy to talk to, I just want to be lazy and save some energy.

If there were no stone pressing down on them, they might have acted like big brothers and pointed fingers.

In short, this person is used to judging the situation and if they think you are easy to bully, they will take advantage of you. If you act difficult to talk to from the beginning, they will not dare to do anything rash.

Song Yan originally thought that everyone was from the same village, and after the original owner's mother passed away, it was the villagers who helped with the funeral.

Therefore, Song Yan was also friendly towards these older brothers who were older than him.

I didn't expect that I had misjudged people's hearts.

This time Song Yan has learned his lesson.

He then added: "That needs to be done more carefully, but I believe Hezi-ge didn't do it on purpose."

Song Yan said, looking at He Zi with trust: "Right, Brother He Zi."

A trace of shame appeared on Hezi's dark face, and he quickly nodded and said yes.

Song Yan looked at the changes in everyone's expressions and said with a smile: "Brother Shitou, let's forget about what happened today. Now that everyone knows about it, there will definitely not be a next time."

Everyone quickly promised to do a good job.

Song Yan said with a smile: "You have all worked hard these days. I will go to the town tomorrow to buy a few pounds of meat to reward you all."

"No need. I just had chicken yesterday. How can I eat meat every day?" Shi Tou refused without even thinking.

He looked at Song Yan, shook his head and sighed, "You have emptied out all the money in your family to build the house, and there is not much money left. You should save some for emergency use."

Song Yan gave Shitou a thumbs up in his heart. He was just talking and didn't intend to really buy meat, but he didn't expect Shitou to perform beyond his expectations and give him a miserable performance.

One person said hurriedly: "The food in your house is good enough, so don't spend money on meat. It's better to save money."

Others followed suit: "Yes, yes, we don't lack meat."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows and laughed inwardly. He didn't expect that Brother Shitou's portrayal of him as pitiful would have such a good effect.

For the next few days, whenever Song Yan had some free time, she would walk over to the new house to check on the progress of the construction, and would occasionally say, "Cut some meat and vegetables."

Of course, Brother Shitou rejected them sternly every time and made Song Yan feel miserable again.

So everyone knows that the Song family only looks good on the surface, but is actually so poor that they can barely make ends meet.

Gradually, I no longer thought about eating meat.

Although no more meat dishes were added, Song Yan still cooked a pot of mung bean soup every now and then, adding a little bit of maltose to sweeten the mouths of his brothers.

The older brothers no longer complained and worked harder than before. They all thought that Xiao Song had a hard time after all.